Chapter 6 -ETB

I love how easy it is to get them all fired up. It makes the game so much more fun. Otherwise they think too much, and then they might do somethin stupid, and that would screw everything up. Now Fang's gonna go destroy the police station; but, she's gonna be long gone before it blows. That's just her style, as I said, so very predictable. Now, to upload my controls.

Chapter 7 -Fang

I am not predictable. I came up with a plan to shake ETB of my trail. I'll show him predictable. I'm sneaking into the police headquarters. I'm going to blow it sky high. That will show ETB and that stupid cop. Amusing, I am not amusing. The exterior bombs are set. Once I place the explosives inside the foundation will be gone, and the whole place will come crashing down.

Getting in will be interesting. I deactivated the security system, which was easier than I expected. The patrol passes as I hide in the shadows. I run to the door. The door has a techno lock, I don't know how to open that kind. I try the handle, just in case. The door swings open. Wow, they are even dumber than I thought. They pay for an expensive lock and then don't even use it. Morons. I walk through a deserted hallway.

You know, I always thought that a police station might have oh I don't know—Police! Apparently, I thought wrong.

I finish planting the interior bombs, when I hear familiar footsteps behind me. Have you ever had that feeling of extreme déjà vu? Well this is that for me. Except I learn from my mistakes.

The gun was aimed already. I just have to shoot. I pull the trigger, waiting for a scream; but, all I hear is a click.

Chapter 8 -Marks

Why am I not dead? I just had a gun fired at me from ten feet away. It's not like she could have missed. Is this a joke? I mean, a top notch thief going—alone—into a high security building, without even checking her weapons first? I did wake up after they took the bullet out, didn't I? This is insane! So now we have locked gazes in a classic stare down. My gun, if I can just get it out fast enough. I reach down. Only to realize that its by the computer, in my office, waiting to be reloaded. Typical. Not that it matters, we're playing on my field after all, and everybody knows that the home team has the advantage. I will take this rat down, if I have to break her legs to do it.

The fight begins. She hooks her leg behind mine and pulls. I fall. Great. Why do people make floors so blasted hard? My vision starts to cloud over, but I push the mist away. The malfunctioning gun is lying on the ground. She must have dropped it, but I can't quite reach it. I'll have to move. With my right hand, I grab her ankle. I use the momentum of pulling back to roll forward, grabbing the gun in my other hand. She falls to the ground, crashing down fairly hard. With the same movement, I smash the gun against her temple. This particular specimen of lowlife scum is finally out cold. I hope the floor is as kind to her as it was to me.

I cuffed her hands behind her back. I'm not going to take any chances, especially not with this one. The cuffs might be a little tighter than is necessary; but I did just hit my head, after all, no wonder I wasn't thinking entirely clearly.

In the end though, incapacitating her wasn't anywhere near as difficult as I had thought it would be. Unfortunately, this job isn't over yet.

Chapter 9 -ETB

It seems as though it should be checkmate. However, I wouldn't count the queen out just yet. She's quite the fighter; and just when you think you've got her cornered, it turns out she's got the drop on you.

Now, things are going perfectly in line with my plan. Mind, it's not as if I haven't put in my own share of work. I mean really, it positively astounds me the amount of work you have to do for people: open doors, turn off cameras, screw up guns, give anonymous tips, and all without them realizing it; it's as though I'm their mother, for goodness sakes! No one, and I mean no one appreciates the difficulties of being a mastermind.

They think it's all fun and games. It's like working with children!

I must admit though, I am impressed. I never, in a million years, would've guessed that he'd get her down so quickly. So, points for Marks. Not that he's not gonna have a fight on his hands when she comes to. The best part is, the idiot is gonna try and interrogate her, as if that'll do any good. Though, he should figure it out soon….

Chapter 10 -Fang

Have you ever been dreaming and thought 'if I close my eyes, once I open them, everything will be all right? That is exactly what's going on now. Except, I just opened my eyes, and nothing's changed. I woke up, a while ago, chained to a chair, with a strange woman removing all my guns. Not to mention all my effects, she took my belt, my locket, even my ring. What's up with that? Oh no, she's got a ring, look out that thing is dangerous! I mean really? I am currently chained to a chair, in an interrogation room, in the dark, all alone, just as I have been for the last three hours. Also, my wrists are all cut up from, so I look like a bloody emo. I have my 'friendly, neighborhood cop' to thank for that; him and his bloody handcuffs. Did I mention that those bloody things CUT me?

Suddenly, the lights came on. After three hours in the dark, fluorescent lights are what can only be described as 'cruel and unusual punishment'. I should sue. The door swings open, and in walks Mr. sunshine himself, as if it isn't bright enough in here already. He looks unusually happy; and by happy, I mean ticked off.

"So, let's start with the basics: Who are you? Who do you work for? What do you want? Why didn't you kill me? How did you get my phone number?"

"That's an awful lot of questions, and I will need you to repeat them all, one at a time, slowly."

Not, that I plan on answering them, but at least I can get some entertainment out of this situation. I smiled.

"Do you think this is a game?"

"Yes, and I plan to win."

I can see he's losing patience, and fast. He turns to the people I know are behind the two-way mirror, and nods. There is a moment where nothing seems to happen, and I wonder what that was about. Then, the light on the camera stops flashing. In fact, that little light stops altogether. I must admit, I'm impressed. I hadn't thought that there would be a dark, cruel side to this one.

"OK, here's the deal. We can do this the easy way, where you answer my questions and I tell the judge you cooperated. Or, we can do this the hard way, where I beat the snot out of you and you disappear without a trace. Which is it going to be?"

He sounds like he might actually mean it. I've got to wonder what happened to the do-gooder cop who was incorruptible; crazy as it sounds, I think I'm starting to miss him.

"You know, Sherlock; I really don't think you've got the guts for that."

Pain. That's all I know as he punches me, full in the face. Apparently I was wrong. Shoot. This is going to be a very long day.