Reborn
Chapter 4
Jo's oddly colored eyes opened, taking in the room. Meg was asleep beside her, her back to her but pressed against her. She got up, carefully so not to disturb the sleeping girl. As she walked out, Sei raised her eyebrows.
"I thought you would sleep until dinner. You looked tired."
"I never sleep well," said Jo, pulling out some leftover scrambled eggs and coating them in hot sauce. "You know that."
"Even when you're seriously injured and tired?"
"Like I said," she swallowed a forkful of now-red eggs. "You know me."
Amy came out, groaning and stamping a foot (in a very childish way, but hey, she isa child…) when she saw Jo. "Damn! I thought I would beat you today for sure!"
"Give it up, Amy," said Jo bluntly. "You can't beat an insomniac."
"You used your physical pain to your advantage! No fair!" yells Amy.
Jo raises an eyebrow, about to reply when Meg comes out. Meg heads to the fridge as Jo finishes up, throwing out the empty bottle of hot sauce. Sei sighs.
"I'm not buying the hot sauce today…"
"We're out?" asks Jo, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. They buy many bottles at a time, thanks to Jo's eating habits. Jo used the last bottle on her eggs.
"It's okay, Jo," says Meg, grabbing her arm. "I could go with you."
"Okay then," she begins walking to the room, taking her shirt off. "Better get ready then."
Meg's gaze follows the girl until she disappears from view, and then she slowly follows. When she gets there, Jo is already strapping on her chaps, connecting the holsters. She sees Meg and smiles slightly, for a moment. Meg is frozen by how nice she looks when she smiles. Her eyes narrow slightly, an almost mischievous glint to them that only Jo can master. She already has her jacket on, and is about to zip it up, giving Meg a clear view of the muscles rippling just below the skin of her stomach.
Then the moment is over as Jo walks out of the room, smile fading. Meg dresses slowly, and Jo's head is resting against the wall when she gets out, her eyes closed. Meg gently shakes her and her eyes open, seeming mildly confused before seeing it was Meg. She takes Meg's arm. "Let's go."
They walk down the streets, Jo's usual lifeless, uncaring expression setting on her face. Meg wishes she would smile again, but doesn't voice her desires. As they walk into the store, they hear a commotion.
"Bitch! Who exploded the HQ? Tell me! I know that you know!" yells a man, throwing a punch. Meg looks to see that the said "bitch" is Cy, who grabs the mans fist mid-lunge, face blank and "eyes" covered by sunglasses. There's a cracking sound as the man yells in pain, and Cy replies.
"I don't have to give answers to a useless puppet of that pitiful organization. Now leave me alone. I have places to go." She notices Jo. "Hey, I'm too busy for this. Mind giving me a hand?"
Jo walks over. "Do you belong to RAPT?"
The man scoffs. "I work for them. I'm not their possession."
"To them, it's basically the same thing." She points a gun to his head, and a breeze rolls in, moving the hair away from her right eye once more. The man's eyes widen.
"Y-you're part cyborg!" He takes in her appearance, giving her a once-over. "You're the angel from hell the group's targeting! You bitch!"
He lunges at her, and she dodges, stepping behind him and smashing her right fist against the back of his head. He's knocked out instantly, falling to the ground. Jo grabs a pack of various things of hot-sauce, walking up to the shocked cashier, looking him in the eye, and saying:
"How much?"
They walk back with the (free) hot-sauce and the RAPT guy. Jo's sustaining the weight of his body with one arm, carrying the bottles of red in the other. As they walk in the trailer, Sei's eyes widen.
"Jo?"
"Yeah?"
"Who's your, er... friend?"
"Not my friend," she throws the man to the ground as if to prove the point. "A RAPT follower."
"Then why the hell did you bring him here?"
"He said a group was looking for me, back in the store. I saw Cy there, too. He was talking to her at first, until she broke his fist. He'd been asking about me."
"Well then take off any weapons or forms of communication from him," commands Sei. "We don't need them tracking us here."
Jo began searching the man from where she was standing, prodding him with her foot. She seemed to be focused on something.
"Jo, why don't you get down and search a bit more accurately?" asked Meg, who was on her knees next to the man and taking things out of his pockets. She sighed. "Nevermind, I got it all."
"No." Jo shook her head, crouching down and taking out a knife, cutting part of the man's shirt. She took out something that looked to be a bomb. "I was testing out my eye and saw a shape coming out of his shirt a little."
Meg looked to see that the barely noticeable dark gray spot on her silver eye now covered half of it, though it quickly changed to normal. Jo handed the object to Amy to look at, then grabbed freezing water, pouring it on the mans face. As the man woke up, he was thrown against a chair and tied to it. The air around Jo seemed to grow unnaturally cold as she walked up to the man, eyes devoid of emotion. The man visibly shrank in fear, but kept a determined look in his eye.
"Your bomb is gone," said Jo, pointing to his chest. The man looked down, surprised. "What a cowardly way to kill- a suicide bomber. There's nothing brave about blowing yourself up. Now tell me," she grabbed his neck, squeezing it slightly as a warning. "What 'group' is looking for me?"
"The new RAPT," he chokes. "And they will never lose to the likes of you, even if we don't have the old research! We have new tactics, and we will not fail!"
"Where are they?"
The man spat, aiming for Jo's face. Jo dodged, bringing Meg out of it's way as well. She looked back at the man, then punched him hard in the side. A cracking sounded throughout the room, and Meg saw that the silver on Jo's knuckles was more evident know. The man screamed, falling over in his chair and landing on his injured side. He felt pressure on his head, feeling the heel of Jo's boot.
"They're in the ocean..." he gasped. "But you... idiots... will never... find them!"
With that, his head exploded under Jo's boot, which she'd slammed down on him in anger. She dragged his body outside, throwing it in a dumpster before coming back and quickly cleaning the blood. As she wiped it down, Meg sat on the floor next to her. When Jo was rinsing the rag, she saw bits of the man's blood on the red-head's face. She lifted up the damp, now clean towel, gently rubbing Meg's face as her sapphire orbs met her mutli-colored ones. With that done, they went to Amy's, arms pressing against eachother as they walked down the narrow hallways.
Jo was wiping her bloody hands as she walked through the door, the sight being very intimidating. She looked at Amy, telling her the news. "Could you find any mysterious parts, where you think it might be?"
"I think I might already have it," said Amy, showing them the monitor. "See? I can zoom in a little more."
"No, I see it," said Jo, standing back. "It looks big. Where is it?"
"That's the problem. It's in the Bermuda triangle."
A/N: Done! REVIEW! :D