Christian smirked softly to himself as he thought about what he'd like to do to Blakesley for lying to him.
Hmm...
He leant his head back against the wall as he let his legs lay down out in front of him, crossing his ankles over with a sigh. It was just about time for Blakesley to return to the labs for his day's work.
Christian was surprised he hadn't come early. He'd obviously be pissed off.
Blakesley
Blakesley was in quite a foul mood. Taylor had been removed from the premises, and without his orders. He had been planning on doing so soon enough anyway; the alien hadn't proven to be hard to capture on previous occasions. And the spy was still located in the Hanson household.
"Good morning, Doctor," the receptionist on duty ventured.
He ignored her and headed down to the labs.
Christian
Christian looked up as a few doctors walked past his door. With a sigh, he fell back against the wall and wriggled his shoulders, scratching his back against the wall.
"There be a storm a-coming, yes there be," he sang awkwardly to himself.
He hesitated, then chuckled.
Blakesley
Blakesley paused by a containment cell, looking at the demon imprisoned within. The creature bared its teeth, then opened its mouth to wail. No sound reached the outside.
"See if we can transplant the vocal chords, and have the banshee scream still work," he instructed, before moving on.
Taking a clipboard from one of the everpresent N series clones, he flipped through it as she trotted along behind him.
"See that the Q series incubators are readied. Also, I want to see some progress reports on when and where Varian has gotten to. I don't *like* it when my experiments disappear. Also, now that Jane is dead, I want to see the bodies of the children before I decide they're dead. I want the cadavers for autopsy, if they are dead. And I wanted them yesterday!"
"Sir!"
The clone's eyes widened slightly before she went flying into the wall, Blakesley backhanding her almost casually. The scientist was a lot stronger then he looked.
"See to it," he hissed at her and she saluted before scurrying off.
"I'm surrounded by idiots!"
Christian
Christian picked the dirt out from under his nails as he continued singing idly to himself.
He only looked up when he noticed the footsteps of the passing people had begun to quicken.
Blakesley
Blakesley paused by another cell, making notes before moving on.
Gone...I hate it when they escape. I hadn't finished yet...
The irritation was building and his fingers were itching to curl around the handle of a knife and cut into resisting flesh, causing screams and agony. The normally elegantly blank sadist was almost blinded with rage, and his teeth showed in a snarl more worthy of Sabretooth but lacking the requisite fangs.
Christian
Christian almost smirked when Blakesley finally came into view.
Yep, he was pissed. It was a little obvious, as usual.
He couldn't wipe a small grin off his face as he went back to picking the dirt out from underneath his nails.
Blakesley
Blakesley paused.
"Christian. Back so soon?"
Christian
Christian looked up at him with an incredulous look in his eyes.
"I always thought you were an extremely underestimating individual. It only takes a couple of hours to get only five aliens. And that's all you wanted."
He rolled his eyes and went back to what he was doing.
Blakesley
"At least one thing today is going right."
Blakesley's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Christian.
So...insolent. He'd never been able to break him of the habit.
"Did you know that Taylor's hands make the most esquisite sound when they're nailed to a wall?"
Christian
Christian immediately glared at the floor and clenched his right fist.
"I'm glad they came for him," he said finally, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he calmly looked up at the scientist.
"Because you lied to me. You told me you'd let him go. For that, I'm not doing it again."
Blakesley & Christian
"You'll do whatever you're told to do," Blakesley insisted calmly as Christian just stared up at him.
"Don't forget what lies buried in your skull."
"And I can say that I don't care," Christian's eyes narrowed, "you have given me nothing but s#!t ever since I got here even though we're practically on the same side. Now if you want favours from me I think it's about f#!+ing time that I got something out of it."
Christian
Blakesley hesitated a moment, then tilted his head slightly to the left.
"What would you say to a week or two in solitary confinement, Christian?"
Christian just glared up at him again.
"If we're not going to get anywhere then why don't you just f$#king kill me?" he shook his head.
"Because you came here for a purpose, Christian," Blakesley sighed, as if he'd gone over it a million times.
"You are still useful to me. And if I can somehow make you see reason we could very well get along and establish a long term, beneficial relationship."
"Beneficial to who?" Christian almost sneered, "and the only so-called 'reasoning' I see is that I'm just being treated as another one of your lab specimens when you very well know that I am so much more."