Prologue: Will The Center ever Die?
Walking threw the parking lot Brigitte made her way to her car. She had put in along day trying to rebuild the Center, in a small office building, with Lyle. The work was stressful, especially with Lyle's mind so pre-occupied with capturing his twin sister, Miss. Parker, Jarod, and their child. He kept mumbling something about the child being the key to rebuild the Center, the way it had been.
With a sigh she pulled out her car keys and began to unlock the door. Suddenly a hand came from behind her, covering her mouth. In fear she dropped everything in her hands, "don't even try it." Hissed a male voice, as he pulled her gun from her hoister. "Now turn."
With that she complied, the man stayed behind her, his hand still on her mouth and the other around her waist, when her eyes finally made out a figure in the darkness she wanted to gasp, it was Miss. Parker, after everything it was nothing but a pure and simple, cruel joke to just walk up.
With a sly smile Parker approached Brigitte, "hello luv." She chided, her voice thick with a fake British accent, "surprised to see me?" She asked.
Slowly the man uncovered her mouth, with a quick look behind her she concluded what she had already suspected, the man was none other then Jarod. "What do you want?" She snarled to Parker, "you've already destroyed the Center."
Parker tusked a bit as she moved closer, "now that's where you know your wrong." She scolded, "I've seen you with Lyle, and sometimes I see Sam accompanying you."
"Sam?" Questioned Jarod curiously.
Parker looked up to him and smiled, "yes, Sam the sweeper, darling, do try to keep up." She explained before she turned her attention back to Brigitte, "well?" She demanded simply.
"I don't have to tell you anything, you of all people should know that!" She laughed , "Center employees are always willing to go to any lengths to keep the Center's secrets, to the Center."
With a tilt of her head Parker looked back to Jarod before she eyed the vacant building behind him. "Well, I suppose I'll have to persuade her." She sighed, then she pointed to the building, "Jarod, honey, would you be a dear and escort our Center operative to a room in the building over there?" He only nodded before he did it.
Parker sheared at Brigitte her hand firmly clasped on her neck, "I will torture you for information and I absolutely will not give a god damn about it. I can do that, you see. I can just turn my emotions off and do what needs to be done when it comes to people like you. Now talk to me about what I want to now… and don't stop until I've told you I don't want to know anymore."
She released the pressure on Brigitte's neck slightly on the assumption that she would start talking. Instead Brigitte snarled in her face, "f-fuck you!" And launched a wad of spit that landed squarely on Parker's left temple, she made no move to brush it away.
"And we're off." She said softly.
Outside the door Jarod heard the screams start. They weren't Parker. So he merely shrugged and pulled a pair of earplugs from his pocket, then he whistled idle turns softly to himself. And he listened to the screams. He hated to admit to himself how much he liked the sounds of them. He wondered if that made him a bad person. Ultimately he decided that, if it did, that was okay. He could live with that.
On To Chapter One