Authors note- Just a partial chapter, but I wanted to get something out as I try to get back into writing.
Settling in- Claes and Beatrice
"Ugh, what hit me," Chris groaned slowly waking up.
"75 kilograms of angry cyborg," Claes replied.
"Well that explains why I feel like I got hit by a truck," Chris groaned. "So I guess my dream about somehow winding up at a secret Italian agency that uses cyborg girls to fight terrorists wasn't a dream."
"No, but one does have to wonder about your sanity, at trying to restrain Triela," Claes stated.
"Yeah, well it's not like I've had much experience with cyborgs and aren't you a little joker," Chris chuckled.
"I don't joke," Claes replied.
"Ok, so is there a particular reason you are in my room," Chris asked.
"I have some questions I would like answered," Claes giving him a steely eyed glare.
"You know if you want to interrogate someone you need to actually be intimidating," Chris said slowly sitting up.
"You do realize that I am a combat cyborg that can rip your arm off and beat you to death with it," Claes replied.
"Yeah I kind of forgot about that, but I don't think it's in your nature to be violent," Chris replied. Doh! What was that line from Star Wars, don't piss off a Wookie or something, but she is a lot cuter than a Wookie …. Doh!
Is this man a moron? "What makes you think that?" Claes replied.
"It's probably the whole you look like a cute middle school girl thing going on," Chris replied. But something tells me that was the point when they modified you.
"What?" Claes a red faced Claes gaped.
"That you're a cute middle schooler," Chris replied.
"But….." Claes stammered.
"What didn't think teachers could say stuff like that," Chris replied slowly standing up attempting to stretch out his back. "Yeah I'm going to be feeling this for a few days. So you have questions and I have answers, and since you are such a strong girl you can help me unpack." Chris said pointing to the large backpack in the corner.
"Ok," Claes said softly bring the backpack over.
"So what do you want to know," Chris asked opening up his luggage.
"What did you do to Triela," Claes demanded.
"I didn't do anything, she was the one that threw me across the alley remember," Chris replied.
"Triela came back wearing a dress," Claes stated.
"So Victor took her shopping, and what's wrong with wearing a dress?" Chris replied tossing a pile of clothing in the corner.
"It was a full length evening gown, with jewelry and she was wearing makeup. Triela hates girlie things, she doesn't even like wearing skirts." Claes said.
"I can't comment on Triela as I don't know her very well, but all of you are at that age, and it is a woman's prerogative to change her mind," Chris replied.
"The question is why. She was all smiles when she got back, but I could tell she had been crying," Claes demanded.
"And I have nothing to do with that," Chris replied motioning for another bag.
"But you know," Claes said. And you will tell me.
"I have an idea, but it is not my place to say, so if you want to know you will have to ask Triela. It is commendable that though that you look after your sister so much," Chris replied.
"She's not my sister," Claes said.
"Not genetically, but you live in the same building, have undergone similar circumstances, and care for each other. If that doesn't make you sisters, than I don't know what it is," Chris replied.
"Claes could only gape at the newcomer. "Ok…."
"And Triela is lucky to have such a caring younger sister," Chris added.
"What makes you think I am the younger one," Claes growled.
"One Triela is taller, and I think she has been here longer than you," Chris replied.
"So if you don't mind me asking, what is your handler like," Chris asked. "I've already met Victor or Hillshire as you call him, Jean, and Marco, but there are nine of you currently here at the agency."
"I don't know," Claes said softly.
"Oh, they didn't give you one yet," Chris asked.
"No, I think I had one before, but he is gone now," Claes said softly.
"What happened to him?" Chris asked.
"I don't know," Claes replied.
"Why am I not surprised," Chris groaned.
"What do you mean…..? Do you know something… Tell me!" an enraged Claes growled slamming him down onto the bed.
Ugh…. Why me….. "You know this might be kinda sexy if you were double your current age," Chris groaned straddled by the young cyborg.
"I want answers," Claes growled images of an older man fishing by a lake floating through her mind.
"And I'd like to breathe," Chris choked out.
"Talk or I'll do it again," Claes hissed.
"Well I was just saying that with the whole secret government super assassin thing you got going on that they wouldn't want you to go off the reservation or anything. So a mind wipe would make sense if your big brother died and they had anything to do with it," Chris stated.
"What makes you think that," Claes said suddenly pensive.
"I read it in a manga once, or maybe it was an anime. I don't really remember," Chris replied.
"Argh…." Claes groaned. "Why did I even listen to this irresponsible, idiotic, waste of genetic material, passing as a human being? Dr. Bianchi's lab rats have more intelligence than this "
"So are you going to do it again," Beatrice said cookies in hand as she walked by the room. "Cause if you are, try not to break his pelvis until I get a chance."
"A chance for what?" Claes asked.
Please don't say what I think you are. Please don't say what I think you are. Please don't say what I think you are.
"Get your mind out of the gutter. I just want to go on a super cool mission with the new guy. Did you see the swag Triela came back with? I gotta get me some of that" Beatrice remarked.
"Oh, thank god," Chris sighed breathing a sigh of relief.
"You do realize that he didn't buy Triela anything," Claes said.
"She does have a point you know," Chris added.
"Yeah, yeah, I got all that, but Triela goes out with you, and comes back with swag. So let's go times a wasting," Beatrice said pushing Claes off of him.
"Beatrice….." Claes groaned.
"Um, Beatrice," Chris said before she ripped his arm off.
"Yes," Beatrice replied.
"Where is your handler, and does he know what you're doing," Chris asked.
"Oh Bernardo is out having a night of fun, so I'll have to deal with his stinky ass tomorrow, and yeah he told me to show you around," Beatrice replied as a low rumbling sound filtered into her cybernetic ears. "It wasn't me."
"I'm shocked," Claes remarked.
"Um, sorry it's just that I haven't really had anything since breakfast," Chris said scratching the back of his head.
"Time for dinner then," Beatrice said.
"You've already had dinner," Claes said. "His dinner I might add," Claes added pointing to the empty take out containers in the trash.
"In my defense I was hungry and it wasn't like he was going to eat it anytime soon," Beatrice said causing Chris to chuckle.
"It's alright, it reminds me of home," Chris said patting Beatrice's head.
"You live with cyborgs," Beatrice said looking up at him.
"No, I have three brothers," Chris said. "So where does a guy get some food around here."
"The cafeteria," Beatrice said. "Come on I'll show you the way."
"But wouldn't it be closed right now," Chris said as the moon rose into the night sky.
"Yeah, but it wouldn't be the first time we went for a midnight snack," Beatrice said.
"Yes, but we don't want to break the locks now do we," Claes said following along.
"I still say Henrietta did that," Beatrice said.
"Just keep telling yourself that," Claes said under her breath.
