10-12-2010 02:11 GMT Unknown
Brad is pushed forward, more than expects from her small frame. He is a fairly muscular guy and she is quite petite.
"If she dies, I hold you accountable."
Brad looked toward the source of a very rough, deep and angry voice to see a man coming quickly towards her, yelling and ignoring the arrival of he and Penhall.
Brad looked around the room at the architecture. "Déjà vu." He stated quietly under his breath.
It's brutal the way he grabbed her arms and pushed her towards the wall, but she holds his stare.
She pulled out of the Russian's grip, "You should have found a way to stop her." She accuses. "If they find us before you are able to make this work, then it won't matter. We'll all be dead, and you will have no one to blame but yourself. Once again."
They are both hold their ground, glaring at one another. She is the first to look away and Brad established the pecking order.
"Here's is your translator. The one with the scientific background." She pointed to Avery.
Okay so, not mistaken for Jackson this time. He thinks. It happens from time to time. They work in the same department, have similar coloring, but he is taller than Jackson.
The man who has not introduced himself… not that the little woman had either… nods his head in Avery and Penhall's direction and another woman with pink hair and too much eye makeup waves them over."
"Welcome to Hell. I'll be your tour guide. See those doors right there. That's your only exit." There are 2 armed guards by the elevator door. "Outside, desert as far as the eye can see. But if you want to give it a try, we'll all have fun watching you from the drones until you nearly die of dehydration and then those burly men will bring you on back." Everything she says is overly excited, almost a character and he wonders how she got caught up in this mess.
"So, you are one of them?"
"Hired hand, Anamari Anarki." She talks like one of his sister's friends. Casual and perky, but he detects an accent, probably from childhood.
"As in Albanian for Anarchy. Not your real name." He guesses.
"Iz is right, you are not just a pretty face and nice physique, Doc. So, you must be the one who got caught in the net." She refers to Penhall.
"Doug."
"Iz?"
"What? They didn't introduce themselves. Well, you know they are not as friendly as I am, but who is? We are on a more casual Friday type of work relationship. I am sure they will warm up to you too. Stick with Ma'am and Sir until then, Izzy introduces himself. Oh, but don't call him that to his face. He especially can get on the cranky side. Then again so can she. But the pay is good and well, can't beat the benefits." She looked back and winced. "Well, let's get you to your room, I'm afraid you'll have to share for now. Someone will come around in the morning and get you set up on that translating."
"I think I'll take my chances with dehydration in the desert." Brad stood his ground.
"Awww that's so cute. I love it. Moral high ground." She says the last part in a deep voice as she pulled out an expensive smart phone. A lot nicer than his flip phone. "Look at her, she is adorable. You must be one proud papa. Look how much she loves the swing. I love swinging too." She turns the phone. "Isn't she the cutest thing ever, Dougy?"
"You made your point."
"I knew we would get along, Bradley." She punches him in the arm playfully. "Just do that for me, so pictures of your dead body don't end up during cartoon hour. It makes me sad when I have to cut short a childhood."
The door closes behind them, with her on the other side. "She seemed really cute before that whole psycho thing. That was your daughter, right?" Doug asks stunned.
"Yeah, at daycare."
Brad looked around. "Kinda feels like coming home after spending 3 years on Atlantis."
"We're on Atlantis?"
"Yes, pink psycho-chick overtook the entire Atlantis Expedition." He sighed. "Sorry Doug." He quickly apologized and sighed. "No, but it is Ancient architecture." He kicked a chair and ran his hands through his hair.