Spook
Christina whistled slightly as she strapped her hands ready for action. This was what she needed. To make people hurt...a lot. Loads, even. She slipped her feet into her boots and laced them up before going down to get some more knives. Two down the sides of her boots, a small one in her belt...guns? Nah. She wasn't really in the mood for guns. Surprise there. She wanted to get up close and personal with the pain she caused. She tied her hair back in a tight ponytail, considering the weapons on the wall. Actually, she thought she'd be good as she was...
"Want anything, Christian?"
Christian
Christian cracked his knuckles.
"If I need anything, I'll make it when I get there," he shrugged, "easier to travel light."
Spook
"Ok, cool. Let's get going then." Christina started up the stairs.
RK followed her out the door.
"RK, you stay here. It's not going to be a place for cats. Just death. And oh, is it gonna be fun."
Christina bounced slightly as she opened the car door.
Christian
Christian just shook his head with a smile as he opened the back door and got in.
"I guess I'll be pushing my luck to say Blakesley's there," he rubbed his chin, "damn. I really need to catch up with him."
Spook
"I don't know where he is...can't seem to track him down through the computers. But another one of his bases came offline a few days ago. He's probably moving around, a *lot*."
Christina started the car, and brought it around in a three-point turn.
"There are a lot of people gunning for him."
Christian
"And isn't that the understatement of the century," Christian closed his eyes and leant back, resting his head in his hands.
"Especially with Steel on the case. That idiot knows people everywhere, and I'll bet every one of them are watching out for old Kaleb."
Spook
Christina snickered slightly.
"Really makes you wonder why an agent hasn't offed him yet. He's like some cockroach or something...no matter how many times you squash it, it just keeps living."
She drove down the dusty roads.
"I bet he'd manage to survive a nuclear war. And it would just be him, the roaches and the rats..."
Christian
"Makes you wonder if he's actually human," Christian raised his eyebrows.
"Or maybe just another alien pissed off at the world in general. Then again, if he was alien he shouldn't have had a problem with containing any. And as far as I know, Taylor and Jane were his first. Took the bloody government long enough. I mean come on... 21st century already."
Spook
"Nah, I'm pretty sure he's human. Unless his parents are doing a really, really good job of covering up their family history."
Christina turned into an offcut.
"Which does remind me...a cousin of his is supposed to be working here. Cute little thing from her picture."
She arched an eyebrow as she looked at him, then turned back to the road.
"He really seemed to have serious hang ups over his family..."
Christian
Christian leant forward suddenly, his eyes opening.
"I want to kill her. If you don't mind."
Spook
"Oh, sure. Can I watch? We can...kill everyone else, then you can have some fun." Christina grinned.
"Know what we should do? Tape it and send it to Blakesley."
Christian
Christian shifted slightly.
"Excellent," he said in a low voice again, a grin spreading over his face, "I'd love to. I'd love to see his reaction, but we can make do I guess."
Spook
What do you bet this one is as lovely equipped as all the other ones are?" Christina said slyly.
"I mean, god. That man just loves his toys. Sexual repression, or what?"
Christian
Christian turned his eyes to the road in front of them, and sat up straight for a moment before hunching over again.
"How much further do we have to go?" he asked, impatiently.
Spook
"Baby, we're there." Christina pulled to a halt in front of a small building. It looked like a barn. "This time, they aren't going for overly impressive. Prefer a low profile out here in the sticks."
She got out of the car and jogged over to the building. A man stepped out to stop her.
"Excuse me, miss, are you lost? Cos the Interstate's back that way."
"I'm not lost at all..." Christina stepped up to him, smiling sweetly. "But I bet a nice strong man like you could help me fix my car. It's kinda...busted..."
"Well, I..."
Christian
Christian got out of the car and made his way toward the two.
"Hey, Greenie..." he made himself looked confused and his eyes switched between the two of them.
"Taking a little long on the introductions? Or haven't we got that far yet?"
He smiled at the man and held his hand out for him to shake.
"Get a little lonely out here sometimes?" he raised his eyebrows.
Spook
"Haven't exactly got to introductions yet," Christina's smile turned nasty. "But I'm sure we were about to."
"Uh, you people *really* shouldn't be here," the man protested as he shook Christian's hand.
"But you see, that's half the fun." Christina tilted her head slightly. "Do you think we might come on inside?"
Christian
"Oh but see, I think we should," Christian nodded insistantly, dropping his hand.
"Be here, that is. I'm guessing that old Kaleb isn't here... more's the pity."
He tilted his head.
Spook
"Kaleb?" The man sounded confused.
"Dr Kaleb Blakesley." Christina nodded, smiling.
"Dr Blakesley? He invited you here? Well, my orders don't really cover...they didn't tell me you were coming."
Christian
"Well... we weren't exactly invited you see," Christian began softly.
"We thought we'd surprise whoever's in charge here. Anyone looking for an alien? Or two?"
Spook
"Uh..." The man looked between the two slightly smiling hunters. "I guess. Why? Usually that's done somewhere else. We're primarily hostile and mutant based out here."
"Really now?" Christina arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah...But I suppose you better come in while I get this verified..." He turned to go back inside.
Christian
"We have an invitation," Christian grinned at Christina.
He indicated for her to follow him.
"Ladies first. Well, females."
Spook
"Bite me," Christina said disdainfully as she walked in after the soldier posing as a civilian. Posing badly, truth be known.
The soldier had his hand on a handset and was lifting it as Christina concentrated. It sparked a few times, and died in his hand.
"Well, that's never happened before..."
Christian
"Not right now," Christian replied, squinting at the handset with interest.
"Um... ok."
Then he looked at Christina.
"Behave yourself," he tsked.
Spook
Christina put her hands up in a 'who? me?' position. "Behaving, behaving..." She grinned at the soldier. "I'm being good, aren't I?" She knew perfectly well that having her arms up like that stretched her top across her bust.
"Um..." He stared. "Yeah..."
"See, behaving perfectly well." Christina put her arms down. "He even agrees me, don't you...you know, I don't know your name."
"Thomas. Thomas Vale."
"Nice name."
Christian
"Oh man..." Christian rolled his eyes.
"She's got you 'round her finger already. Come on, get us down there."
Spook
"Ok..." The soldier shook his head slightly, and Christina grinned.
"Isn't he being nice? I think he's being just...swell."
The soldier smiled slightly as he opened a key pad and pressed a code in.
Christian
Christian leant into Christina.
"I don't think we need him anymore. I pick the keys from here."
He looked up as the door opened, and the man stepped through.
Spook
"Fine." Christina shrugged. "Let's begin then, shall we?"
"If you'll just want to step through..." the man turned to face them, then his eyes opened in surprise as a knife flew into his throat. He gurgled horribly, then dropped to the ground.
Christina stepped over him, and kicked his body out of the way of the elevator's door. "Let's go then. Your turn to pick next."
Christian
Christian cracked his knuckles, then made his way toward the administration area. Like Nevada, there was a woman at the desk.
He sidled up to it, and leant over it.
"Hey there..." he began with a smile.
"Yes?" the woman looked up, then frowned slightly.
"Are you supposed to be here?"
"Oh I'm sure we are," Christian nodded.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Mind pressing the alarm button? Just to spice things up?"
The woman glanced at Christina.
"Maybe the names will help you decide..." Christian picked some dirt out from under his nails, "my name is Christian, and that there is Christina Terry... also known as Spook."
Spook
The woman gasped, and pressed the button.
Christina giggled. "Don't you adore being a celebrity, Chrissy baby? Makes things ever so much fun. Now...let's track down Miss Blakesley."
Christian
"It's not too bad," Christian admitted, then turned back to the woman.
"Now... I'm going to offer you a deal," he began in a low voice, "tell me where to find Kaleb Blakesley's cousin, and I won't let Greenie here kill you. Ok?"
Spook
Christina pouted slightly.
"Oh, oh god...she's working down in the labs," the woman whispered finally. "Level three. With some new Hostiles."
"Seems to be quite the family business."
Christian
Christian looked up at a nearby floorplan, and quickly dechiphered where they had to go.
"Do you know which lab?" he asked.
"I... could page her..."
"That won't be necessary," Christian shook his head, standing back.
The woman froze, wondering what he was going to do.
"Don't kill her," Christian insisted, before heading for the nearest stairwell.
The alarms would most likely have stopped the elevators.
Spook
Christina sighed. "*Fine*."
She strode after him, and the woman fainted in relief.
"I didn't touch her! Swear!"
Christian
Christian rolled his eyes and began to make his way down to the 3rd level.
"I need to find myself a trench coat," he murmured, "should make one actually."
He grinned when he found the door, and turned the knob. When he opened it, he was greeted by about six soldiers - all with their guns ready.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, stepping back with his hands raised in mock surrender, "cool it. Just chill."
Spook
"What have we got? Oh, soldier boys!" Christina grinned.
"We're taking you into custody."
"Oh, *are* you now? Isn't that funny, Christian?"
"Excuse me," a soft feminine voice said behind them, and Christina turned slightly to see a small woman, in her early 20's, blonde and blue eyed. "I was told you were looking for me."
"And you would be...?"
"Blakesley. Rebekah Blakesley."
Christian
"Awwwwww..."
Christian grinned, then turned to Spook.
"But she's so pretty..."
"What is the meaning of this?" Rebekah put her hands on her hips.
"Oh, nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Christian smiled, dropping his hands.
"Your... cousin, Kaleb, has been doing some little experiments on some friends of ours. Aliens. So... we thought we'd give you some of your own to play with."
Spook
Rebekah arched an eyebrow. "Kaleb? What exactly has he managed to do this time?"
"Well, pissed me off some," Christina commented.
"It is his special gift. Why are you here?"
"What he said." Christina pointed at Christian.
"And you truly expect me to believe you? Please."
Christian
Christian turned to Christina.
"You know, I don't like being called a liar."
He turned back, and eyed off one of the guns in his face. His right eyed twitched, and he grinned.
"You're ah... barrel looks a bit clogged up there," he chuckled.
The soldier looked confused for a moment. Christian raised his hands.
"Go on, check it. I have guns pointed at me, I can't do anything," he shrugged.
Rebekah watched as the soldier turned the barrel on himself.
Then Christian pulled the trigger with his telekinesis.
Spook
Christina giggled and Rebekah gasped, looking sick.
"Well, obviously the tolerance for blood doesn't run in the family," Christina commented, looking at the woman.
The soldiers looked at Christian in fear.
Christian
Christian shrugged.
"Take them in. Now," Rebekah insisted as she stepped back.
The soldiers looked at each other, not all that sure what happened to their comrade. Christian pursed his lips, waiting for their course of action.
"You know if it takes much longer, I'm just going to get bored," he shrugged.
Finally, some soldiers cautiously stepped forward.
"You know the guy upstairs said you had mutants here. You can face them but not blood?" he shook his head as a soldier grabbed his arm, "I kinda thought the two went together pretty well."
Spook
"I don't do that type of work," Rebekah insisted.
Christina rolled her eyes. "Uh huh, sure, sweetheart. That's why your nice clean labcoat has those *itty bitty* flecks of red on it near the cuffs."
Rebekah adjusted her coat self-consciously as a soldier grabbed Christina's arms.
"Aw, getting so worried over little ole me?" Christina sneered.
Christian
"Take them to cell 12," Rebekah ordered, watching them cautiously.
"Well then what kind of work do you do?" Christian began, as the soldiers hand cuffed his hands behind his back and began to pull him along.
Spook
"Purely scientific. Behavioural modification chips, mostly."
"Ok, really not liking her now," Christina announced. "That's just...icky."
Christian
Christian screwed his face up.
"Yeah, that's kinda bad."
"Well boys, we have some new experimental subjects," Rebekah smiled slightly as they made it to cell 12.
Christian only snorted as he was taken in.
"What exactly are you?" Rebekah asked, following him as he was shoved into a chair.
Spook
"Well, he's a Dathrian. And I'm a Dath human hyrbrid." Christina stood between the two soldiers, rolling her eyes. "With a few adjustments."
"What do you mean, adjustments?" Rebekah asked carefully.
"Oh, I went to Kansas. PIcked up a pretty green rock."
Christian
Christian chuckled, before one of the soldiers whipped the sunglasses from his eyes.
"Hey!" he exclaimed in protest, about to get up before a soldier shoved him back down.
He glared at both the soldiers.
"Fetch a couple of the chips we've yet to use," Rebekah waved her hand.
One of the soldiers left.
Rebekah studied Christian for a moment, a look which he only returned.
"You seem... familiar somehow," she put her hands on her hips again.
"Yeah, fine and dandy. Give my glasses back asshole," he glared at the soldier again.
Spook
Christina laughed. "Trust me. Give him back the glasses."
"Hers off as well," Rebekah snapped out.
Christina just grinned at the reaction her black and green flecked eyes caused. "Pretty, aren't they?"
Christian
The soldier holding Christian's sunglasses spun them around his fingers as he walked across in front of him. Rebekah just stood back to wait for the soldier to return with the chips.
"I told you to give them back to me..." Christian began, raising his eyebrows, "I don't take kindly to people who steal from me."
"What powers do you have?" Rebekah demanded.
Christian looked her up and down.
"If you can't guess, I don't plan on telling you."
Spook
"Blondes. I mean, really." Christina rolled her eyes. "And I would appreciate my own shades back too."
Rebekah glared at Christina. "I get the feeling that you aren't taking us seriously. I'm going to find out what makes you two tick...if I have to take you apart piece by piece."
Christian
"Woho!" Christian laughed, "someone's gettin' lippy."
Christian kept his eyes on his sunglasses, until the soldier put them away in a pocket. He glared again.
"Don't think you'll be keeping those for long. I happen to like those ones."
Finally, the soldier returned. In his hand, he held a stainless steel tray, on which lay some surgical tools and two small chips.
Spook
"And I'm guessing this surgery I can claim on my medical insurance?" Christina quipped.
"Very amusing." Rebekah's eyes hardened as she picked up a scalpel.
"No anaesthetic either? Well, that's just mean."
"We'll need to shave the area at the back of his head..."
Christian
"And what happened to..." Christian hesitated, "females, first?"
He chuckled.
He eyed the scalpel in her hand and just shook his head with a grin.
"Someone's asking for it," he almost laughed, "Greenie? Who do you think?"
Spook
"Well, I say soldier boys first. Then we can take our time with her." Christina scowled at Christian. "Am too a lady. I just don't bother with you, smartass."
"Excuse me?" Rebekah said disbelievingly.
"Oh yeah, NOW I see the resemblence."
Christian
"You're no lady," Christian shook his head, "and yes, I think my ass is kinda smart."
He got up as if to show her, but the same soldier pushed him back down again. Christian glared at him.
"You know, you're starting to annoy me," he looked him up and down, "shortass."
His eyes darted to the scalpel in Rebekah's hand, and plucked it from her grasp. It hung in the air for a moment as she and the soldiers gasped.
The man who had Christian's sunglasses suddenly went flying backwards and slammed against a wall, the scalpel following him and resting with it's tip pointed at his throat.
Christian shook his head.
"I warned you."
Spook
"He did," Christina said pityingly. "Does that mean we play now? And I am a lady. A very specialised one."
"You...what?" Rebekah gasped, for the first time looking afraid.
"Am a lady. Say it, Becky, say it..." Christina grinned, then jerked her arms out of the soldier's grasps, slamming their heads together. They fell to her feet groaning and she stepped over them.
Christian
"These scientists just never learn," Christian shook his head sadly.
He dusted the hand cuffs, then stood. The same soldier stepped forward, but Christian put his hand up and he froze in place.
"I feel like being... a little melodramatic," he grinned.
Spinning around, throwing his arm out, all the soldiers hit the walls. Even the unconscious.
He made his way over to the soldier with his sunglasses, took them from where he'd placed them, then pulled the scalpel away from his throat.
"You can't contain a telekinetic Dathrian," he raised his eyebrows, turning back to Rebekah, "Kaleb should know that by now, even though he still wants me."
He ran his fingers along the blade, and changed it into another decorative dagger.
Spook
"Very pretty, Christian," Christina commented. "Now...what do you bet they're taping this for us? I bet we can get it from the computers before we leave. Kaleb will just *adore* it, I'm sure. Or he'll have fun critiquing our technique..."
Rebekah raised her chin slightly. "This is exactly why the behaviour modification chips were created. To prevent aliens and other hostiles from becoming violent."
"But I bet there's a lot of other uses you could put those chips to," Christina commented. "Such as...ones to cause pain when an order is not obeyed, and one to cause pleasure when it is."
The widening of Rebekah's eyes gave her the answer.
"You sick, sick bitch..."
Christian
Christian sneered.
"Doesn't it seem to run in the $#!+ing family?" he began, "forget it Chris. They'll never believe we're anything but $#!+ing animals."
He advanced on Rebekah, as she backed towards the door.
"Oh no you don't."
Christian slammed the door shut, then cornered her against it - his arms either side of her head.
"I'm going to teach your cousin a lesson or two about messing with the son of the Eye," he smiled a little, dipping his head so his forehead was against hers.
Spook
"Oh, I need popcorn," Christina commented. "This just has the feel of one of those moments when you need popcorn."
"Who...who's the Eye?" Rebekah asked in a frightened voice.
"Damn, but you really are stupid as you look."
Christian
Christian actually looked surprised for a moment, before shaking his head.
"Craig Morrison?"
Rebekah shook her head.
"The Spider?"
She shook her head again.
"Ok," Christian stepped back, "I'm not used to this. Then again, I'm not used to dealing with humans."
He chuckled.
"The man who adopted me happens to be the most wanted criminal in alien society. On Earth that is. He's one of the strongest telepaths anyone knows, and he's not even at his full potential."
He leant against the wall with one hand and looked into Rebekah's eyes again.
"Needless to say, you're dealing with a fugitive. Greenie and I are both alien hunters, and we've had to deal with an enormous amount of power before," he squinted, "which of course means... humans are nothing compared. Now, we can make this easy or hard..."
Spook
"Let's make it hard. It's more fun that way," Christina commented. "And it'll make a prettier video."
She flipped a knife into her hand.
"I feel like playing now."
She stalked over to one of the conscious soldiers, before pausing and plucking her shades out of one of the unconscious ones pocket.
"Oh god..." Rebekah whispered.
Christian
"You've never dealt with a telekinetic before, have you?" Christian asked Rebekah.
She shook her head. Christian grinned, as they heard the sudden crack of one of the soldier's necks breaking before he slid to the ground. Christian chuckled.
"We only have to know where something is to move it," he grinned, backing off a little.
He turned to Christina.
"Wanna play with the soldier boys while I...?"
Spook
"Oh, sure." Christina nodded. "Sounds peachy keen to me, darling."
"Are you two..." Rebekah hesitated.
"Involved? No. I just like to tease him a little. He's so cute when he's acting like this," Christina whispered into her ear, before turning away. "So...which one first? Any suggesttions?" She clicked her heels and the blades shot out of her boots.
Christian
Christian glared at Christina.
"$#!+ you," he swore, before grabbing Rebekah's arm, opening the door, and taking her toward the next cell.
A couple of soldiers attempted to approach, but he knocked them out. Taking her in, he secured the door behind them, then threw her onto the floor.
Rebekah sat up, her eyes fixed on him, as he smiled and approached.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
Spook
Christina looked at the soldiers and flipped her knives into her hands. With a thought, she disconnected Christian's hold. "Let's play."
The soldiers dropped off the wall, and she exploded into action. Two went down with slit throats before the rest managed to gather their wits and attack her.
She descended into a battlerage, punching, kicking, slashing, spinnning. One of them managed to fire a shot, but she took his hand off at the wrist. He screamed, and she grinned, their blood running down her face.
"C'mon, can't you do better then that?"
Christian
While Christina was having fun, Christian was having fun of his own.
When he was done with Rebekah, he sat back with a smile as she just stared at him wondering what was coming next.
Once they'd had some time to calm down, Christian pulled the dagger from his boot again and looked it over.
"You know... I was saying to Spook before..." he began softly, tracing the blade with his fingers, "guns scare people a lot more than knives do. But to be killed by gunshot is almost a blessing... quick and painless."
His eyes fell on her.
"To be sliced open and to bleed to death is a lot slower, and inevitably more painful."
He hald the knife out in the palm of his hand, and let it float towards Rebekah's throat.
"Do you think... that if I cut you up... Kaleb would be very happy with me?"
Spook
"Oh, oh god," Rebekah whimpered.
Christina stood in the room, panting slightly. Bodies, and bits of bodies lay arpund her. Blood splattered across the walls and floors. Running down her hands and her boots. Streaked across her face.
"Well. That was fun."
She opened the door and walked out.
Christian
"No, I don't think so either," Christian turned back to study the knife again as he sidled up beside her.
"But then again... that's the point of this whole thing. Did you hear about an operation involving Taylor Hanson?"
"The Dathrian..."
"Yeah. Did you know I was his clone?"
Rebekah shook her head, and Christian laughed.
"However a much more effective version if I do say so myself. Cover yourself," he scorned, throwing her lab coat over her legs.
Spook
Rebekah shakily pulled the coat on, gazing at him in terror.
Christina hummed as she fought with a few more soldier boys. They couldn't get their guns to work for some reason...how sad. Cos her knives worked just fine.
Christian
"What would Kaleb think if he saw you like this..." Christian tsked, the knife still wavering at her throat.
"Well, when he sees you like this. Cos he will."
He looked up at the camera and waved.
"I know he wants me. He wants me bad. Probably dead, but you know... not gonna happen."
When his eyes fell on the knife again, Rebekah gasped as he lifted it, and began to cut into her forehead.
Spook
Rebekah cried out in pain and tried to move her head but couldn't.
Christina opened doors, looking for Christian.
"There you are...what are you up to?" She inquired, leaning against the door frame as blood puddled around her feet.
Christian
"Just... showing Kaleb what kind of an artist I can be," Christian squinted as he concentrated.
It took a while, but when he was done, the knife floated back into his hand. Rebekah had fainted.
"I need something to wash blood off so he can see."
Spook
Christina shrugged and looked around. After pressing a few buttons, a part of the wall slid back to reveal a sink. She went over to Rebekah and cut a square of her lab coat off, before wetting it in the water.
She carefully wiped the blood off.
"Well, that's just pretty, Christian. You're very good."
Christina admired his artwork.
Christian
"Damn, I screwed up the tail," Christian snapped his fingers.
"Hell, good enough."
He opened her coat to rveeal her chest, then manually ran his knife down the centre.
"You wanna get back at old Kaleb yourself for a bit?"
Spook
"This is the end, my friend..." Christina half sang as she took a knife, small and slender, weighted for throwing. "This is the end of the world as we know it..."
Rebekah's eyelids fluttered briefly, then opened as Christina made the first incision. "Oh GOD!"
"Screams nice, don't she? Now, Blakesley, he was stubborn. Wouldn't scream at all. Panted some, but that was it."
A symbol was slowly being drawn on Rebekah's stomach.
"Course, I ain't an artist...so mine won't be quite so fancy."
Christian
"Omega," Christian nodded, "oooooook."
He sat back again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Leaning forward again, he began to cut around one of her breasts, holding her still with his power.
Spook
Rebekah screamed.
"Pretty..." Christina flipped her knife around and started to skin Rebekah's arm.
Rebekah's screams got higher.
Christian
Christian made sure he had a full circle around her left breast, before sliding the knife under the top. Reaching out behind him, he created another from the floor, and began to wedge it underneath.
"It's been a while since I've done this," he raised an eyebrow, consideringly.
Spook
"I'll just move out of the way of the camera, shall I?" Christina raised an eyebrow and shifted slightly.
Rebekah's screams were turning into tortured wails.
"Wouldn't want Kaleb to miss out on a single detail."
Christian
Once Christian had it off, he held it on the knives for a moment before it slipped to the floor and splattered like jelly.
"Damn. Oh well, it's not like she's gonna use it."
Spook
Christina patted Rebekah's face. The woman had fainted again.
"Damn. It's so much more fun when they're awake."
Christina pouted slightly.
"Hmmm...what to do next? What to do..."
Christina slit up Rebekah's pants, and then slapped her. Rebekah woke up.
"Goody. You're awake again." Christina grinned, then used her knife on Rebekah's crotch.
Rebekah screamed, then passed out again.
"She's just got no stamina..."
Christian
Christian grunted.
"Nothing like Kaleb. Although he did faint when I broke his arm up."
He shook his head sadly.
"Whole family just can't hack it. Humans are so freaking weak."
He wiped the blood on one of the daggers off onto his pants, then used his atom manipulation to rid them of the stain.
"Wake her up and have some fun. I might go and chat to old Kaleb," he said as he stood, brushing his hands off as he dusted the other dagger.
Spook
"She's going to bleed to death first," Christina noted clinically.
"Well, might as well make her last moments on earth as *painful* as possible..."
Christina flicked open her lighter and played it along the blade. She then pressed it to the open wound on Rebekah's chest.
Rebekah wailed, waking up again at the new stimulus.
Christian
Christian chuckled, then made his way toward the security camera.
"Hey there Kaleb..." he began, moving his sunglasses onto his head, "...or whoever is going to deliver this message to Kaleb. Yes, you can feel special too. This..."
He stepped aside and indicated Rebekah.
"...Is a little present from me to you, and behalf of what you've been doing to my pal Taylor."
He put his hands on his hips as he looked up at the camera again.
"Now I know you're probably balling your eyes out," his voice dripped with sarcasm, "but please pull yourself together long enough to comprehend what I'm saying. This will not stop here. You've pissed me off something bad, and I'm not the right person to have tracking you down if you have a long life expectancy."
Spook
Christina lifted Rebekah's head. "Smile for the camera, sweetie."
"Ohhhhhhh goddddddd..."
"Why does everyone call on God? It's not like He ever *answers*..."
Christina frowned slightly, then pressed the reheated blade against the jointure of Rebekah's thighs.
She screamed.
Christian
Christian turned to Christina for a moment, and chuckled.
"Now..." he turned back to the camera, digging dirt out from under his nails as he spoke, "you're probably thinking either... One, you're gonna have someone hunt me down and kill me, or two, you're gonna get me back in the labs and work on that so-called 'art' of yours."
He grinned.
"Not gonna happen. But I'll be sure to pay you a visit. As Taylor once said, I do look forward to returning your gracious hosting."
He looked up and smiled.
"Oh and, leave Taylor the hell alone."
The camera smashed.
Spook
"Well, very emphatic message," Christina remarked as she slid the knife between Rebekah's legs and twisted.
The woman bucked, screamed, then a fount of blood covered Christina's hands.
"I think she's dead."
Christina looked at Rebekah, then withdrew the knife. She felt for a pulse.
"Yep. She's dead."
The hunter stood.
"Leave the body here, or take it to dump? Or do we find something explosive and blow this place sky high? Obviously, find the tape first and mail it off."
Christian
"I say we leave them to deal with it."
Christian spun the dagger and slipped it into his boot again.
"They might wanna get some pics of her," he nodded to Rebekah as he replaced his sunglasses, "that'll screw him over even more. Security guys would have been watching the tape already and Kaleb would have already been called."
He sighed.
"All that's left to do is walk out of here. Make them clean it. Give them something to do for a while."
Spook
Christina slipped the knife into her belt, then went over to the sink and washed her hands. Red poured down the drain. She slid her shades up off her face, then splashed her face, rinsing it clean of the red dots.
"Let's go then."
She slid the shades back down and sauntered over to the door, shaking her hands dry.
"Let them...clean up. I left a lot for them in the next room. And a few bodies in the corridors."
Christian
"Cool," Christian nodded.
He followed her from the room, and raised his eyebrows at the bodies in the corridor.
He looked up at the surveillance camera, and smiled.
"They know we're here, but they know who we are now. I don't think we'll have any problems getting out."
Suddenly, his trained ears head a dart gun fire. Spinning suddenly, a dart froze not a centimetre from Christina's neck.
"Of course, some weren't there during the initial capture..."
Spook
"Ah."
Christina nodded slowly, eyes wide.
"Thanks for that. I'm sure it has some nasty drug in it..."
Christian
Christian dusted it, waited for the dart fired at him, then sent it back to the shooter.
A soldier fell to the floor from the corner, and Christian shrugged.
"Now aren't you glad you didn't render me disabled?" he raised his eyebrows.
He began towards the staircase.
Spook
"That would be a resounding yes," Christina said dryly as she walked after him.
"Thanks again."
Christian
Christian made his way back to the administration area to find it deserted.
"Piece... of... cake."
He led the way to the outside door.
Spook
"Someone would think they were scared of us or something," Christina quipped as she stepped over the body of the first soldier she'd killed on the way in.
They went to the car, and she hopped in, turning the keys in the ignition.
"Well, that was fun."
Christian
"All in a day's work," Christian grinned, settling into the back seat again.
He leant his head back and closed his eyes.
"You gotta love Kaleb sometimes. He's gonna be so pissed, and I wish I was there to see..."
Spook
Christina snickered as she turned the car around.
"Oh boy yeah...and isn't that just the swellest thing about this? Whadday bet he's one of those people with a vein or something, that pops when he get's truly pissed?"
Christian
"Well I hope it doesn't kill him," Christian covered his eyes with his hand.
"I want to save that fun for later."
Spook
"Maybe he'll just get a shocking headache..."
Christina concentrated on driving.
Christian
Christian chuckled.
"He already has a headache. Us."