Disclaimer: I own nothing but my two dogs and when he feels like it, a cat.
Author's Note: This is the continuation of "The Mission" story (published 3-29-11). It's the second in a series that, so far, includes 5 stories (but it keeps growing!).
"Where is he now?" a worried voice quietly questioned.
"They have him under sedation. He had lost all control by the time we got there. The hotel management had already called the police for harassment. He apparently was tearing up the place looking for any sign of her," a different voice explained, the concern evident in his tone.
"Have you gotten from him what happened?"
"Yes and no. We know the twins, Xamot and Tomax, were involved. And that apparently there was blood. Seeing none from Flint, other than what was on his shirt, we have to guess it was Lady Jaye's."
With an indrawn breath, Scarlett feared for her best friend. "How did they even know she was here? It was almost like as soon as we got back, Flint had planned this surprise for her. I mean, he was ready and waiting to whisk her off. How could they have known?" She began to pace the suite that was set aside for temporary Joe headquarters. The management wanted as little of them seen as possible and had quickly offered this suite on the same floor as the crime scene. Already, Joes and the Vegas CSI were working together to put the pieces together.
"We still have no clue, but Snake Eyes and Spirit are trying to get a feel on things," Breaker replied. "If anyone can figure this out, it's those two. Sometimes, it's almost creepy," he shuddered. "No offense, Scarlet," he added quickly. Insulting Snake Eyes, or even seeming to be an insult brought out the worst in the redhead. She was already agitated enough.
Scarlett waved his apology off with a movement from her hand. "S'okay," she replied, distracted. "But why grab one, put on the big scene, and not grab Flint as well….I'd say that's the biggest mystery here. It seems…."she paused. "It seems that they wanted to put on a show. But why?"
Lady Jaye became conscious of a sound of a drill. As she slowly awoke, she realized the drill seemed to be in her head. She tried to move her arms and legs, but found she could not. She tried to open her eyes, but the light was too bright. What on earth? she thought, and then the scene back at the suite came back to her. She began to struggle and realized she was being restrained. Am I dead? she questioned in her head. Bright light, not able to move… in fact, shouldn't she feel pain from her side, where the knife had cut into her? She remembered looking down and seeing all the blood. Surely, with all that blood….or maybe she was numb…..or maybe she really was dead. Was this what Heaven was like, then?
"Your 'patient' seems to be coming around," a voice sounded from far off. She had a hard time focusing because of the pounding in her head. Was that a Joe's voice? Cobra's? An angel's?
"She must not interrupt the process with conscious thought. I think another injection is necessary. Possibly an IV. Yes, most definitely an IV," she thought she heard the voice chuckling. It continued. "Oh Lady Jaye, what I have in store for you…." it whispered close to her ear.
She felt the prick of a needle on her arm and although she fought the blackness, it soon engulfed her and she lay still.