Chapter One === Ballistic === Happenings
"Have you found my son ?"
"Sir, s-sorry", the man stammered out.
"What should I tell my wife ?"
The man kept his silence.
"You know, you should do the honorable thing", Scott Thomas slid a gun over to the man.
The man looked fearfully at the gun, then at Scott, craning his injured neck painfully, his neck-brace causing him some problems.
"Go on, take the gun, be a knight. That's the right thing to do."
The man reached out a shaking hand, staring numbly at the gun in his hand, holding it in a loose grip.
"Hold the gun firmly", Scott says in a coaxing voice. "Come on."
The man held the gun more firmly in a painful grip.
"Now, put the gun to your head."
The man is close to tears by now, wanting to plead for his life but knowing that it is useless. He followed Scott's directions. Slowly lifting the gun to meet his maker.
"Press the trigger."
The man hesitated, looking at Scott with pleading eyes, reluctant to do what he said.
"Press the trigger. Now."
The man tightened his grip, which had suddenly gone weak. He knew what he had to do now. He took in a deep ragged breath. A muscle jerked. He shifted the gun in a sudden flash of movement. The gun now pointed at Scott.
/Bang/
A shot rang out before the man could fire the gun.
Scott swung his gaze from the shot man to his assistant, who was standing behind the man, then back to the man, watching him fall to the ground, the dying man's eyes wide with shock.
"How long do we have ?"
"30 hours, sir."
"Who has my son ?"
"Summers, sir."
"Find her . . .And my son, I want him back."
"Yes, sir", Xander Harris answered.
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//A human structure showing all its blood vassals and muscles was on the computer screen. A continuous beeping showed that the 'human' is alive. The mouse moved to highlight a section of the body just above the heart, on one of the two bronchus (the pipe through which air enters into the lungs). The screen zoomed in on the highlighted area. The mouse shifted once more to highlight a small imperceptible point in the bronchus. The screen zoomed in accordingly. The mouse highlighted an even smaller area on the screen. When the screen zoomed in closer, a turtle-like object was discovered. The object had two pincers as it 'arms', and two flipper-like 'legs'. It made a small cut along the walls in which it is in. Blood rushed in as a result of the cut. Within moments, blood had filled the entire respiratory system. The screen zoomed out to show the entire body blinking red. The beeping stopped and instead just became one long, drawn-out beep. //
Buffy sighed, looking up at the young boy staring down at her from a cage. The place she was in resembled a factory, it was enclosed and had machines squashed in that fairly small space, giving it a very messy look. She looked emotionlessly at the boy before returning her gaze to the computer.
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Three men stepped out of a small airplane one after the other. Strong winds rushed in through the open gate of the hanger where the plane had stopped. The last man to step off took his time to take in his surroundings, a detached look on his face. Three to four cars had backed in slowly into the hanger while the men were getting off. The three men walked to one of the cars and settled in, getting themselves comfortable for a long ride back to the headquarters.
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"This is Xander Harris", a middle-aged man pointed to the man in question on the projector's screen. Harris was stepping out of a car, facing another man, whose back was to the camera.
"He is one of the aide of Scott Thomas. I believe you've heard of the man who controls one of the most elite FBI sectors."
"Thank you, Jane", giving her the signal to leave the room. There were now three men left in the room, including Giles. One of the men was sitting in a chair looking at a laptop on the meeting table. The third man was the very same man who was the last to get off the plane earlier. He was leaning against a wall looking at the projection silently.
Giles laid a hand on the seated man shoulder. "Oz here will tell you more about the case."
Oz looked up. "Scott Thomas's sector has one of the worst killing-machine mankind could ever invent. The thing is, we believe that the hardware was stolen. You see, the hardware was recently invented in a German institution, which was involved in an explosion last Tuesday, destroying the whole place and killing the team who invented it. They were last seen going down into an underground lab."
Giles took over from here. "The press called it an accident. But Harris was seen leaving the place two hours, give or take, before the explosion."
At the third man's inquiring look, he elaborated. "We were notified of the explosion a hour after it happened. We were there guarding the airport when Scott and his entourage were exiting the city. We had searched each and everyone carefully. But the hardware wasn't found on any of them."
Oz then cut in. "We believe that this is connected to the kidnap of Scott's son the following night."
The screen then switched to a clip of the kidnap.
//A slender woman walked to the one of the four guards around a car. To the surprise of the guards, she kicked one of them, causing him to drop the automatic gun he was holding. She disarmed the other three guards before they could react. She punched one while kicking another, knocking both of them out, before dealing with the remaining two. She slid open the door of the car, reaching in to carry out a young boy of about six. //
"This woman is evidently a martial arts expert, her movements are very precise and fast. She would be perfect for . . ."
Before Giles could finish, the man finally spoke up, "Being one of Thomas's assassins."
"Yes, as you all know, Scott's sector tries their very best to train the best assassins in the world. They taught the perfect method, gave the perfect weapons, but . . ."
The man spoke up again, "They didn't take in consideration the human factor. So now, you want me to find this woman and get Thomas's son." He lighted up a cigarette.
"No."
At the man's disbelieving look, Giles sigh. "Yes, we do want you to find her, in fact we think that you are the perfect man for this job, but we also want you to find out what does the boy got to do with this affair."
"Why, isn't there better professionals in the FBI ?"
Giles breathed in deeply upon hearing the man's words. "You know it as well as we do, the day you left us, we lost the most valuable member this sector ever had. We have the utmost faith in you in finding the woman, Angelus."
Angelus looked deeply into Giles's eyes, before saying, "You know me well, Giles. You knew that I'd take the case when you called me. You knew that I understand, for you to call me back in, this must be a serious case." Angelus inhaled his cigarette deeply, letting out a burst of smoke.
Giles smiled softly. "Oz would be your assistant."
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"Have you found my son ?"
"Sir, s-sorry", the man stammered out.
"What should I tell my wife ?"
The man kept his silence.
"You know, you should do the honorable thing", Scott Thomas slid a gun over to the man.
The man looked fearfully at the gun, then at Scott, craning his injured neck painfully, his neck-brace causing him some problems.
"Go on, take the gun, be a knight. That's the right thing to do."
The man reached out a shaking hand, staring numbly at the gun in his hand, holding it in a loose grip.
"Hold the gun firmly", Scott says in a coaxing voice. "Come on."
The man held the gun more firmly in a painful grip.
"Now, put the gun to your head."
The man is close to tears by now, wanting to plead for his life but knowing that it is useless. He followed Scott's directions. Slowly lifting the gun to meet his maker.
"Press the trigger."
The man hesitated, looking at Scott with pleading eyes, reluctant to do what he said.
"Press the trigger. Now."
The man tightened his grip, which had suddenly gone weak. He knew what he had to do now. He took in a deep ragged breath. A muscle jerked. He shifted the gun in a sudden flash of movement. The gun now pointed at Scott.
/Bang/
A shot rang out before the man could fire the gun.
Scott swung his gaze from the shot man to his assistant, who was standing behind the man, then back to the man, watching him fall to the ground, the dying man's eyes wide with shock.
"How long do we have ?"
"30 hours, sir."
"Who has my son ?"
"Summers, sir."
"Find her . . .And my son, I want him back."
"Yes, sir", Xander Harris answered.
(=========================================================================== =======(
//A human structure showing all its blood vassals and muscles was on the computer screen. A continuous beeping showed that the 'human' is alive. The mouse moved to highlight a section of the body just above the heart, on one of the two bronchus (the pipe through which air enters into the lungs). The screen zoomed in on the highlighted area. The mouse shifted once more to highlight a small imperceptible point in the bronchus. The screen zoomed in accordingly. The mouse highlighted an even smaller area on the screen. When the screen zoomed in closer, a turtle-like object was discovered. The object had two pincers as it 'arms', and two flipper-like 'legs'. It made a small cut along the walls in which it is in. Blood rushed in as a result of the cut. Within moments, blood had filled the entire respiratory system. The screen zoomed out to show the entire body blinking red. The beeping stopped and instead just became one long, drawn-out beep. //
Buffy sighed, looking up at the young boy staring down at her from a cage. The place she was in resembled a factory, it was enclosed and had machines squashed in that fairly small space, giving it a very messy look. She looked emotionlessly at the boy before returning her gaze to the computer.
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Three men stepped out of a small airplane one after the other. Strong winds rushed in through the open gate of the hanger where the plane had stopped. The last man to step off took his time to take in his surroundings, a detached look on his face. Three to four cars had backed in slowly into the hanger while the men were getting off. The three men walked to one of the cars and settled in, getting themselves comfortable for a long ride back to the headquarters.
(=========================================================================== =======(
"This is Xander Harris", a middle-aged man pointed to the man in question on the projector's screen. Harris was stepping out of a car, facing another man, whose back was to the camera.
"He is one of the aide of Scott Thomas. I believe you've heard of the man who controls one of the most elite FBI sectors."
"Thank you, Jane", giving her the signal to leave the room. There were now three men left in the room, including Giles. One of the men was sitting in a chair looking at a laptop on the meeting table. The third man was the very same man who was the last to get off the plane earlier. He was leaning against a wall looking at the projection silently.
Giles laid a hand on the seated man shoulder. "Oz here will tell you more about the case."
Oz looked up. "Scott Thomas's sector has one of the worst killing-machine mankind could ever invent. The thing is, we believe that the hardware was stolen. You see, the hardware was recently invented in a German institution, which was involved in an explosion last Tuesday, destroying the whole place and killing the team who invented it. They were last seen going down into an underground lab."
Giles took over from here. "The press called it an accident. But Harris was seen leaving the place two hours, give or take, before the explosion."
At the third man's inquiring look, he elaborated. "We were notified of the explosion a hour after it happened. We were there guarding the airport when Scott and his entourage were exiting the city. We had searched each and everyone carefully. But the hardware wasn't found on any of them."
Oz then cut in. "We believe that this is connected to the kidnap of Scott's son the following night."
The screen then switched to a clip of the kidnap.
//A slender woman walked to the one of the four guards around a car. To the surprise of the guards, she kicked one of them, causing him to drop the automatic gun he was holding. She disarmed the other three guards before they could react. She punched one while kicking another, knocking both of them out, before dealing with the remaining two. She slid open the door of the car, reaching in to carry out a young boy of about six. //
"This woman is evidently a martial arts expert, her movements are very precise and fast. She would be perfect for . . ."
Before Giles could finish, the man finally spoke up, "Being one of Thomas's assassins."
"Yes, as you all know, Scott's sector tries their very best to train the best assassins in the world. They taught the perfect method, gave the perfect weapons, but . . ."
The man spoke up again, "They didn't take in consideration the human factor. So now, you want me to find this woman and get Thomas's son." He lighted up a cigarette.
"No."
At the man's disbelieving look, Giles sigh. "Yes, we do want you to find her, in fact we think that you are the perfect man for this job, but we also want you to find out what does the boy got to do with this affair."
"Why, isn't there better professionals in the FBI ?"
Giles breathed in deeply upon hearing the man's words. "You know it as well as we do, the day you left us, we lost the most valuable member this sector ever had. We have the utmost faith in you in finding the woman, Angelus."
Angelus looked deeply into Giles's eyes, before saying, "You know me well, Giles. You knew that I'd take the case when you called me. You knew that I understand, for you to call me back in, this must be a serious case." Angelus inhaled his cigarette deeply, letting out a burst of smoke.
Giles smiled softly. "Oz would be your assistant."
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