Hi everybody! This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction! Please
review it and tell me if I should continue it. RR.
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"I'm not liking this. I'm not liking this one bit, Hobbes."
"Just keep going, partner. I got a feeling about this place."
"Yeah, so do I, and it's not a good one."
Darien crept silently through the corridor, passing the little piles of faded green paint that had peeled off the walls and now decorated the threadbare blue carpet.
"Haven't I told you about doing that?"
"Doing what?" the invisible figure inquired into his mic. Hobbes reached forward and grabbed the paper bag in the front seat of the van, pulling out a chocolate doughnut.
"Doubting my sources. HobbesNet is very reliable, my friend. In fact, if you would just-"
"Shhhh.. Someone's coming."
Darien pressed himself against the wall and watched as the two men in suits strode down the corridor before disappearing around the corner. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued his search through the dilapidated hotel.
******************* Early That Morning *******************
"Yeah, so I wake up right, and there's this huge spider sitting on my hand. So of course I."
The door to the keep swished open and in walked Hobbes. Claire and Darien looked up at the sound of their friend entering and smiled.
"Hey Hobbesy. I was just telling the Keep here about that spider I found yesterd."
"C'mon, lets go. I got a big tip about a Chrysalis operation downtown that I wanna go check out."
"Really? What is it?" Darien asked, immediately interested.
"I'll tell you on the way. See ya later Claire."
They got to the van and Darien went to open the driver's side. Hobbes stopped and looked at him with a questioning look. Darien noticed it and looked at him.
"Whadaya think you're doing?" Bobby asked the tall man.
"I'm driving, Hobbesy."
"No you're not."
"Awwww. come on. You always get to drive."
"Yeah, there's a reason for that. This is my van."
"Uhh. correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this The Agency's van?"
"Look, do you know where we're going? No. So get in the other side, gland- boy."
Fawkes put on a exaggerated look of disappointment and sighed with mock long-suffering.
"No fair.."
Hobbes smiled with satisfaction. As soon as the were on the road he began.
"Good. Now, about this operation."
Darien sat up and listened.
"You remember how Chrysalis would recruit infertile couples to produce their children and would then snatch the babies away when they were born?"
Darien nodded.
"Well they've decided to try new methods. The place we're heading to is The Albergo, a rundown hotel on the East side that until recently was thought to be abandoned. Well, I've gotten an anonymous tip that Chrysalis is using the place to hold women giving birth to kiddie Chrysali."
Darien look over at his partner is disbelief.
"What, like a breeding centre?"
"Exactly."
Darien shook his head.
"But why? I mean, the old system seemed to be working just fine."
Hobbes shrugged.
"Less risky I suppose. They know for sure that they are gonna get the kid. The women can pop 'em out one after another and they don't have a police investigation popping up every time a baby goes missing. They probably get the women off the streets, you know, homeless, runaways, etc. People who probably won't be missed."
"How do you know all this?"
"I don't," Hobbes replied, "That's why you are gonna go in and give us a little status report."
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Darien came to the end of the hallway where it joined another, identical if not for the brown, wooden doors that lined either side of the corridor. He stuck his neck out and checked either side for people, before turning left and continuing his search of the place. He stopped at room 46 when he heard faint sobbing. He gently placed his ear against the cool wood and listened. His eyes were drawn to the peep hole which just didn't look quite right, when he noticed that it was the wrong way around. He tilted his head and looked through.
The room was decorated in much the same way as the rest of the hotel, except that it had salmon-coloured peeling paint instead of the hospital green. The window and a door leading to the adjoining room had both been boarded up and many of the furnishings looked well past their prime. Sitting on the small bed in the corner was a woman.
"Fawkes, getting awfully quiet there. Everything all right? Fawkes??"
"Yeah, Hobbes. Hold on a sec. I've found one of the women. I'm gonna try and talk to her."
The short, bald man's eyes widened as he sat in the van.
"Oh no you don't, partner, we're here gathering info, not strolling around making small talk."
Darien pulled out his lock picks.
"What do you think I'm doing? Getting info." "Fawkes, don't ignore me. I want you outta there in one, big, invisible piece, dammit."
Darien felt the last little click as the lock turned and the door swung open. Immediately the woman's head shot up, flinging back dark brown hair to reveal piercing green eyes, that searched the entrance for any sign of her captors. She watched in amazement as the door gently closed itself as if shut by a ghost. A few beats passed before she felt a cold chill and searched for its source. Suddenly a shower of silver flakes rained down accompanied by a gentle tinkling sound and she came face to face with a fairly young and strikingly handsome man. She screamed.
Darien flinched before covering her mouth and pressing her back against the wall.
"Shhh! Shhhh.. I'm here to help you! Stop screaming!"
The woman stopped screaming and moved herself back into the corner.
"Who are you, and where the hell did you come from? What are you doing here? What do you want?"
She glared at him suspiciously as she hugged her knees to her chest.
"Look, I'm here to help you, okay? I'm gonna try and get you all out of here."
Suddenly the door crashed open and a group of men swarmed in. Darien turned just in time to see the butt of a gun come down on him.
"Fawkes! Come in Fawkes! Dammit! Darien are you there? Hello? Aww Crap!"
Bobby heard the muffled sound of a siren coming from inside the hotel. He dropped his second doughnut and scrambled into the driver's seat as men poured out of the doors.
"Dammit!"
Hobbes took off at a breakneck pace to the sounds of guns being fired and tyres screeching.
"Come on baby, don't fail me now!"
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"I'm not liking this. I'm not liking this one bit, Hobbes."
"Just keep going, partner. I got a feeling about this place."
"Yeah, so do I, and it's not a good one."
Darien crept silently through the corridor, passing the little piles of faded green paint that had peeled off the walls and now decorated the threadbare blue carpet.
"Haven't I told you about doing that?"
"Doing what?" the invisible figure inquired into his mic. Hobbes reached forward and grabbed the paper bag in the front seat of the van, pulling out a chocolate doughnut.
"Doubting my sources. HobbesNet is very reliable, my friend. In fact, if you would just-"
"Shhhh.. Someone's coming."
Darien pressed himself against the wall and watched as the two men in suits strode down the corridor before disappearing around the corner. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued his search through the dilapidated hotel.
******************* Early That Morning *******************
"Yeah, so I wake up right, and there's this huge spider sitting on my hand. So of course I."
The door to the keep swished open and in walked Hobbes. Claire and Darien looked up at the sound of their friend entering and smiled.
"Hey Hobbesy. I was just telling the Keep here about that spider I found yesterd."
"C'mon, lets go. I got a big tip about a Chrysalis operation downtown that I wanna go check out."
"Really? What is it?" Darien asked, immediately interested.
"I'll tell you on the way. See ya later Claire."
They got to the van and Darien went to open the driver's side. Hobbes stopped and looked at him with a questioning look. Darien noticed it and looked at him.
"Whadaya think you're doing?" Bobby asked the tall man.
"I'm driving, Hobbesy."
"No you're not."
"Awwww. come on. You always get to drive."
"Yeah, there's a reason for that. This is my van."
"Uhh. correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this The Agency's van?"
"Look, do you know where we're going? No. So get in the other side, gland- boy."
Fawkes put on a exaggerated look of disappointment and sighed with mock long-suffering.
"No fair.."
Hobbes smiled with satisfaction. As soon as the were on the road he began.
"Good. Now, about this operation."
Darien sat up and listened.
"You remember how Chrysalis would recruit infertile couples to produce their children and would then snatch the babies away when they were born?"
Darien nodded.
"Well they've decided to try new methods. The place we're heading to is The Albergo, a rundown hotel on the East side that until recently was thought to be abandoned. Well, I've gotten an anonymous tip that Chrysalis is using the place to hold women giving birth to kiddie Chrysali."
Darien look over at his partner is disbelief.
"What, like a breeding centre?"
"Exactly."
Darien shook his head.
"But why? I mean, the old system seemed to be working just fine."
Hobbes shrugged.
"Less risky I suppose. They know for sure that they are gonna get the kid. The women can pop 'em out one after another and they don't have a police investigation popping up every time a baby goes missing. They probably get the women off the streets, you know, homeless, runaways, etc. People who probably won't be missed."
"How do you know all this?"
"I don't," Hobbes replied, "That's why you are gonna go in and give us a little status report."
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Darien came to the end of the hallway where it joined another, identical if not for the brown, wooden doors that lined either side of the corridor. He stuck his neck out and checked either side for people, before turning left and continuing his search of the place. He stopped at room 46 when he heard faint sobbing. He gently placed his ear against the cool wood and listened. His eyes were drawn to the peep hole which just didn't look quite right, when he noticed that it was the wrong way around. He tilted his head and looked through.
The room was decorated in much the same way as the rest of the hotel, except that it had salmon-coloured peeling paint instead of the hospital green. The window and a door leading to the adjoining room had both been boarded up and many of the furnishings looked well past their prime. Sitting on the small bed in the corner was a woman.
"Fawkes, getting awfully quiet there. Everything all right? Fawkes??"
"Yeah, Hobbes. Hold on a sec. I've found one of the women. I'm gonna try and talk to her."
The short, bald man's eyes widened as he sat in the van.
"Oh no you don't, partner, we're here gathering info, not strolling around making small talk."
Darien pulled out his lock picks.
"What do you think I'm doing? Getting info." "Fawkes, don't ignore me. I want you outta there in one, big, invisible piece, dammit."
Darien felt the last little click as the lock turned and the door swung open. Immediately the woman's head shot up, flinging back dark brown hair to reveal piercing green eyes, that searched the entrance for any sign of her captors. She watched in amazement as the door gently closed itself as if shut by a ghost. A few beats passed before she felt a cold chill and searched for its source. Suddenly a shower of silver flakes rained down accompanied by a gentle tinkling sound and she came face to face with a fairly young and strikingly handsome man. She screamed.
Darien flinched before covering her mouth and pressing her back against the wall.
"Shhh! Shhhh.. I'm here to help you! Stop screaming!"
The woman stopped screaming and moved herself back into the corner.
"Who are you, and where the hell did you come from? What are you doing here? What do you want?"
She glared at him suspiciously as she hugged her knees to her chest.
"Look, I'm here to help you, okay? I'm gonna try and get you all out of here."
Suddenly the door crashed open and a group of men swarmed in. Darien turned just in time to see the butt of a gun come down on him.
"Fawkes! Come in Fawkes! Dammit! Darien are you there? Hello? Aww Crap!"
Bobby heard the muffled sound of a siren coming from inside the hotel. He dropped his second doughnut and scrambled into the driver's seat as men poured out of the doors.
"Dammit!"
Hobbes took off at a breakneck pace to the sounds of guns being fired and tyres screeching.
"Come on baby, don't fail me now!"