Oh my god okay I am sooooooooo sorry I have not updated this in…15 days!? Two weeks!? Ugh I am mad so at myself. But here you go. I made two chapters and I'm not waiting for my friend to give me feedback or proofread because you guys have been waiting patiently and I think you deserve to have this ASAP. Please R&R I love to hear your feedback, good or bad!
She tried to keep her eyes open but she was eventually beginning to fall asleep. She think she dozed off for a few minutes before she heard the methodic tapping of the keys stop and Jack's voice. "Take down the wires."
Caine and Drake looked up from what they were doing.
"What did you say?" Drake demanded.
"Take down the wires or I'll-"
Jack was cut off as Drake snapped his whip hand on Jack's back and neck. He raised his whip hand to hit Jack again.
"No!" Caine yelled.
Drake almost ignored Caine, but he instead decided to wrap his hand around Jack's neck.
"What's wrong, Jack?" Caine asked.
"I don't like what you're doing," he gasped.
Caine looked puzzled.
Diana laughed. "It's puppy love."
Caine looked back to Jack, a look of disbelief on his face. "You've got a thing for Brianna?"
Jack stammered, trying to find a way to take their attention away from his little crush.
Caine laughed. "Let him go, Drake. He's losing focus."
Jack felt the tightness around his neck release and he gulped down air.
"Just get back to work," Caine snapped.
Jack turned to face the computer again but the rhythmic tapping of the keys did not start again. "Take down the wires," Jack said. "I'll talk to her. Maybe she could go on your side, Caine."
"Let me just deal with this," Drake pleaded. "I guarantee you he'll get back to work."
"That's right, Drake," Diana said. "Torture him into it. You'll never know if he gets pissed off enough that he'll maybe leak radiation into this room."
Dane looked over to Caine, who was back to tearing at his raged thumbnail. "Drake, cut down the wires. Jack, get back to work or I'll let Drake loose on you and Brianna," he said.
Drake started to protest but Caine cut him off. "Just do it, Drake, just do it."
With a dirty look, Drake stormed off to the hallway. After a moment of thought, Dane followed him.
"What the hell was that?" Dane asked as Drake ripped the wires down.
"What was what?" Drake snapped.
"Why do you always have to torture everyone?"
"That's the only way to get anywhere, Dane. You think everyone is just going to step aside when you walk by just because you asked them to?"
"So you're going to torture your kid every time he cries too loud or doesn't do what you ask him to?"
Drake stood straight and looked past Dane to the entrance to the control room. Dane froze, praying that no one was there or heard what they said. She turned around. No one. She breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Drake, ready to attack Drake with questions again. He loomed over her, his body pressing against hers.
"You need to shut up before Caine hears you," he growled.
With a death glare, Dane turned to walk back into the control room. She was beginning to get sick of his games, but it didn't mean she was completely over him. Getting angry and slapping someone was ok, but whipping the skin off of a kid because he was trying to save another kid from getting sliced into pieces was another story. As she began to walk away, she felt Drake's whip hand wrap around her upper arm. She shivered when she felt his hot breath run down her neck. "I will never hurt our kid," he breathed. "And I will never hurt you. I promise."
Dane felt the grip on her arm release and she looked up to him. He wrapped his whip hand around her waist protectively and rested his chin on the top of her head. She waited for him to say something. He moved his head and kissed her neck before gently pushing her back towards the way of the control room.
"Go back," he whispered. "I don't like you out here. There's no cover."
Dane shook her head and leaned into Drake. "I'm still mad at you by the way," she said after a while.
Drake smiled. "I can change that."
Before Dane could say anything else, a loud bang shattered through the building. Dane took off for the control room with Drake close behind. When they entered the room, Caine was looking around, Diana crouched by the desk, and Jack was in a fetal position in his chair. "He's here," Caine said in a grim voice.
Dane felt heat begin to rise through the building and she saw the cold grey wall glow red as a green-white light came through.
"Sam!" Caine yelled.
The green-white light continued to spread through the wall.
Dane grabbed one of the hostages and dragged him to the burning hole. "Sam, in three seconds I'm pushing one of these hostages into this hole you've made," she yelled. "One!"
The air around the hole was stifling, and it was still rising as Sam made the hole bigger.
"Two!"
The green-white light disappeared and Dane saw Sam stand defeated on the other side.
"That's better," Caine smiled as he walked up next to Dane, finally gaining the courage now that the threat was over.
"Come out, Caine, and maybe I'll let you walk away," Sam called out.
"Here's the thing," Caine replied. "I have two hostages. Say hi, kids."
The boy still in Dane's grip shook and yelled, "It's Mike Farmer! Mickey's here, too. And Britt, she's hurt."
It was a while before Dane heard Sam talk again. "Let them go, Caine. What do you want anyways?"
"Well I think that it's obvious. What I'm going to do is turn off the power to Perdido Beach."
"Then you'll be sitting in the dark, too."
"That's not the case, Sam," Dane cut in. "Did you know that you can turn off certain parts on the grid? Surely Astrid would know, wouldn't she?"
"You're bluffing," Sam said. "It would take you a week to even figure out how to use the control board."
"You're right. It might even take me a month. Maybe even more. Diana's not good with all that techie stuff. Dane might be able to figure it out in a week. And Drake, well you know Drake. But fortunately, Computer Jack already figured it out. In fact, Perdido Beach just lost power," Caine said with a triumphant smile.