Note: I really hope that you'll forgive the lateness, but I had a reason. I
was completely bogged with homework of the writing variety, and, I still
am. There's a short story that I have to write, and I don't know how long
it'll take me. So, I'm giving you guys this. It's about half the length of
what I intended this chapter to be, and it pains me to cut it short, but I
feel that I have to give you guys something.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But when I take over the world, they will be.
"I want you to keep a careful watch on them." Freedman instructed.
"Don't worry. I think that we can handle this. Two of us will be flying and another will be keeping a watch on those two." The man gestured towards two tanks that were about the size of people.
"These are very important, I cannot stress that enough." He poked the pilot in the chest to emphasize his point.
"Look, we need to get going soon. I know what they are and what they can do." He replied impatiently.
"Do you? Do you really? Then why don't you tell me? Because I obviously know nothing about them and their capabilities." Freedman was purple in the face with rage.
"Look, I never said you didn't okay." He held up his hands in a subconscious sign of peace. "Tell me anyway. I want to know, how well you grasp this concept."
"There things that you made, smarter, faster, and stronger than any other being."
"That's right. That's exactly right. And that's why you need to be careful. They are lethal killing machines, and nothing more. If they get out earlier, if you don't watch them, and they get out. . . all of you will be dead."
"It's a good thing that it's not going to happen then. Even if it did, we're packing heat." He patted a gun at his side.
Freedman nearly growled at that, but managed to keep it in check. "That's all you have? That's not near enough, they'll take you out with their bare hands, before yours even reach your thigh." Then he got right into the pilots face, or at least chest since the pilot had a good few inches over him. "They would survive a crash, there probably wouldn't even be a crash because they would figure their way out of it." Now he pulled something out of his pocket. "This is a drug, you'll need to inject it into the tanks every half hour. If you don't, they'll go ballistic when they wake up, and won't listen to anyone."
The pilot looked slightly off put. "Right, thanks for that."
"It's nice to see that you're finally taking this seriously. Those could be the next soldiers, remember that."
"I know this already. We weren't sent into this without knowing jack."
"That's a far cry from usual, normally they leave you in the dark about everything. The boss must finally realize how important these things are." Freedman looked thoughtful, and proud for a moment.
"Pride is one of the seven deadly sins you know." The pilot pointed out after recognizing the look on Freedman's face.
"That, is of no consequence what so ever. I will not let some silly religious nonsense dictate what I do. God cannot be proven scientifically, therefore, he does not exist."
"Right then."
"Come on, we've gotta get going. We're already behind schedule, and the boss'll have our asses if we get any more behind." Another voice called from beside the plane.
"Right, I need to go now." He told Freedman.
"Well, don't let me keep you any longer then." With that said, Freedman left.
"Alright, let's get this guys loaded up and outta here. Move, move move!" He ordered sparing one last look at Freedman, that guy just sent shivers up and down his spine.
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It would be fairly safe to say, that Reese was a little ancy right now. Anderson had yet to check in since his last one, and Reese wondered what was going on. So far the call was only a few minutes late, so, Reese figured that it was the jitters more than anything else. This was after all, a case that possibly involved the well being of Helena, and he would do anything for her, anything to get her.
Reese wouldn't say that he was obsessed or anything like that, not like one of those stalkers that he had to arrest on occasion. No, it wasn't like he was some sort of psychopath; he was just deeply in love. A sigh came from his lips, he was willing to bet that what he thought, was exactly was all stalkers thought. "I've gotta get myself out of this. I need a distractions." The only difference between Reese and all the other stalkers was that he knew, so far at least, that what he was thinking was wrong.
It would be reasonable to say, that Reese was now a little nervous. A half hour later, and Anderson still had yet to phone in. While he figured it was possible that Anderson had just lost track of time, he found that unlikely, Anderson was a person who didn't like to be late, and Anderson would know that Reese would be unsure. Then again, it was also possible that he was following Freedman right now, but that's what radios and cell phones were for.
Anderson was a good cop, and Reese found that although they weren't the best of friends, he really did like Anderson. He was a good cop, did his work well, almost as though he had been made for the life. It was no secret around the force how much Anderson liked his job, he always seemed so gung ho on every assignment he got. Of course there were mistakes every now and again, but nothing that wasn't fixed soon enough. With out any doubt, Reese could say that this is what Anderson was meant to do, and he would have full support of most of force.
Everybody has enemies, some arch nemesis that maybe we don't fight with, but they're definitely not a person we like. Anderson was no exception to this; he had made an average amount of enemies, one guy who hated him, and a few shaky followers. It was never anything major though, just some verbal sparing back and forth, both knew better than to actually fight with each other, a fact for which Reese was extremely grateful. Both were good cops, and Reese would hate to see either one of them go due to some petty squabbling.
It would be accurate to say, that Reese was now worried. Anderson was long overdue by now, over an hour and a half. Reese had stayed late hoping to catch the call, and give a little heart to heart about checking in on time. By now it would be considered early morning, and Reese was dog tired, but the nagging worry in the back of his head wouldn't let his eyes close for more than a few moments. "Damn." He sighed in resignation, knowing that he needed to check things out before he could go to bed. "Damn." He repeated as he left.
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"How's that new subject of mine doing?" Freedman asked a security guard.
"As expected, he's very reluctant to do as you wish. He doesn't seem to understand too much of what's going on, so we had to sedate him for the time being." The burly man responded.
"Hmmmm, truly unfortunate, but that can be fixed I suppose. Open the door, and let us have some alone time." Freedman ordered.
"Are you sure doctor? He's out of it, but that doesn't mean that he won't cause trouble."
"I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve if anything happens. Open the door." Freedman gave a pointed look to accentuate his instructions. Without any other words, the guard opened the door, and Freedman stepped inside.
There was Anderson lying on a table nearly stoned out of his gourd. Freedman shook his head in annoyance; clearly this was no way to hold a conversation. "I need you to be at least a little coherent." Freedman sighed as he pulled a syringe filled with a clear fluid from his breast pocket. "Now hold still, and you'll barely feel a thing." Anderson groaned in response. The needle went in, the depressor went down, and then the needle came back out.
Anderson found that his head was already clearing, nothing was as muddled anymore, and colors weren't nearly as entertaining, not that he could see very many of them. "Freedman?" His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and it took some effort to get the word out.
"Your memory is fine, but don't ask stupid questions anymore. I here that you've been causing some trouble."
"Who wouldn't?" Anderson returned.
"I'll have you know, that any number of people would be honored to be in your position." Declared Freedman, a little anger showing in his voice.
"Then go get them." Anderson's mouth seemed to be working better now; it was no longer much of an effort to say things.
"I've already gotten most of them. Sometimes though, you need to use the unwilling, they react differently to certain tests."
"Tests? What are you talking about?" Anderson questioned hesitantly.
"Well, let me try to explain this to you." Freedman suggested.
"No! There's going to be no explaining because nothing's going to happen."
"Nonsense." Freedman waved away the outburst. "Whether you want it to or not, something is going to happen. I just thought that knowing might make you feel better."
"Letting me go would make me feel better. I'll even forget this whole thing, it'll be like I was never here." Anderson pleaded wanting nothing more than to get away.
"I know you want to escape, but I think that you'll find that very difficult. The security inside, is very tight, we're not so much concerned with keeping people out, as we are with keeping them in."
"Why?"
"Why what? Keep them in?" At Anderson's nod he continued. "Because, stragglers can be used for alternate purposes." If it was possible, Anderson looked even more worried than he had been previously.
"What I did to them is what I'm going to do to you. You see, I am a genius. I am creating the future. Imagine, soldiers that never tire, and that are so powerful they cannot be touch, and then couple them with the weapons I have created. You will be treated to several injections, to enhance your capabilities. During your entire duration here, chances are that you will be in a phenomenal amount of pain, most people don't even live through the procedure."
"And I should be grateful for this. I'm not going to spend any amount of time here you psycho."
"There will be no concept of time for you. I've developed a tank where you will be stored, and the injections will be administered through that. All your needs will be attended to, and all your memories will be erased except for the ones we choose to let you keep, or provide you with ourselves. So really, you won't ever be missing anyone, because you won't remember them. My soldiers will be perfect, because they have no need for any sort of companionship."
"That makes them weak." Anderson challenged.
"What do you mean by that?" Freedman asked, his eyes narrowing.
"People make us stronger. I think the reason you do this is because you're alone."
"The other good thing about my soldiers is that they will have no opinions of their own. They will follow orders, and only orders. That smart mouth of yours will be wiped clean from your memory." Freedman was seething with anger. "I think it's time to put you in the tank." He stated coldly, pulling another syringe from his pocket, and injecting Anderson once again before leaving.
"Doctor?" The security from before asked.
"Phone the blue sector, and tell them that I want another tank readied immediately."
"Right away Doctor."
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Barbara rubbed at her tired eyes. She had hardly gotten any sleep over the past few days and none last night after talking to Reese since she was far too concerned with trying to find what was in the files. After all, what was in there could answer some questions about what happened to Helena and Dinah. She was almost through though; another few minutes and the information in those files would be hers. "Come on, almost there." She said almost silently to herself, her fingers clicking along the keys, then, she was in.
As she read, her expression grew more and more horrified. These people were sick. Everything they were doing was morally wrong, and despicable. The tank program was what all of this was about. Tank program, the enhancement of human beings in order to create super soldiers. According to files, the army had yet to learn about this little item, which led Barbara into deep suspicions. "Alfred, could you come here?'
"Of course, Miss Barbara. How may I assist you?" Alfred asked as he came in from the kitchen.
"I need someone to bounce idea's off of."
"I will help however I can."
"Let me fill you in first. This place called Phoenix inc. is involved in the girls' disappearance, as you know. I just finished hacking into the higher security, and it's worse than I could've imagined. They take people, anyone, volunteer or otherwise, and they make them into these perfect soldiers. It's like Meta human's, only unnatural."
"How so?"
"They confine these people, into tanks that are just a little bigger than they are with tubes an wires shoved into their body. Through those, the drugs that I found earlier are injected, only, in very large amounts. At the same time, the brain is stimulated with thousands of battle strategies while the memories are erased. That's not even the worst of it, most people don't even survive this whole procedure."
"Oh my." Was the only thing Alfred could get out of his mouth due to the shock.
"So far, only two people have survived the experiment fully, and I think that that's the reason they wanted Helena and Dinah. The only thing is that I can't be sure; it might've just been a convenience issue. Maybe, they just needed any Meta to test these things abilities against."
"It seems very probable, Miss Barbara, but what do you plan on doing about it?"
Barbara let out a sad sigh. "As of right now, there's nothing I really can do. I can know what's going on, but as for where my girls are, I have no idea. They're out there with only each other, and now someone is after them, and I can't do anything." She choked back a sob. "I miss them so much. It's only been a few days, and I miss everything about them."
"It's perfectly understandable. I too, find myself missing them."
"I feel so stupid; like some mother whose kids have gone off to college." She tried to laugh off her worries while wiping at the tears that had formed in her eyes.
"It is never silly, to miss one's family." Alfred comforted, moving closer until his hand was resting on Barbara's shoulder.
"I suppose you're right. That means that I just need to get them back, so that I can stop missing them." Her hand found Alfred's and she gave it a small squeeze. He was almost like a second father to her, and she appreciated everything he did. "I should talk to Reese, tell him the news."
"I'll go ring him up." A moment later Alfred returned with the phone in hand.
"Thanks Alfred." Barbara said before returning to the phone.
"Hello, how may I help you?" An unfamiliar voice answered.
"I need to speak with detective Reese."
"I'm sorry, but he left a little while ago."
"Do you know where?"
"No, he wouldn't say. Can I take a message?"
"No, no don't worry about it, I'll just call back."
"Alright, thank you for calling." That voice was just way to perky, and Barbara wondered how many cups of coffee this girl had.
"Yeah, sure." Barbara hung up, it wasn't like Reese to not be in his office, but then again, he was a police officer, and maybe something came up.
"Reese was not available?" Alfred correctly guessed.
"Yeah, I guess I'll have to wait until later to bring this up with him."
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They had been walking for a few hours now with periodic breaks every now and again. As of yet, they had not come upon any sort of game that would make a fit meal, and if they had, then neither girl had known. For a while they had at least been enjoying the walk, but that soon wore off as their stomachs began to complain about not being fed for such a long period of time. "Where the hell did all the animals go?" Helena complained aloud.
"Helena, they're not just going to show up so that we can eat them." Dinah reasoned.
"Well why not? They should be lined up like a buffet." Helena pouted causing Dinah to giggle.
"Everyone knows that animals only show up when you don't want them to." Dinah said with a sarcastic tone.
Sighing, Helena dropped down to the ground. "Somehow I don't think yelling 'I don't want any animals around right now,' is going to help us any."
"You never know." Dinah returned with a roll of her eyes. The lack of food and luck was making both rather miserable, and irritated. "At this point I'd be willing to try almost anything."
"I know what you mean. I think we should just sit back and listen for awhile." Was Helena's suggestion as her eyes turned feral signaling the return of Huntress.
"Alright." Dinah agreed sitting down beside her girlfriend. That word was still able to make her unimaginably happy, especially when coupled with the other word Helena. Then she thought of the other things that made her happy, such as her lips on her girlfriend Helena's. Just as she was about to act on that thought, Huntress's head perked up. "What is it?" Dinah asked quietly.
In response, Huntress held a finger to her lips in the sign to be quiet. Slowly, and cautiously, she got up from her perch on the ground, and crept forward with the axe in hand. For a moment, she paused, not daring to move a muscle, her breath slow and even.
Dinah watched from her seat on the ground, after working with Huntress as a partner, she had learned to read the half Meta's body language. Right now, it was telling her to be as quiet and still as she could because Huntress had found something. This could be their meal ticket right here, and due to sever hunger, Dinah wasn't about to ruin it, that along with the fact that Huntress would be pretty pissed. So Dinah sat still, and slowed her breathing as Huntress had once taught her, and waited for the Huntress to catch her prey.
One baby step forward, never once making a sound despite the leaves and sticks that littered the ground. It was followed by another, and then another, not one of then ever making any noise as Helena made her way slowly forward. Her muscles tensed in anticipation under the leather duster, and she turned her head towards Dinah and gave a small nod. Acknowledging the signal, Dinah stuck out her arm with her palm facing outward, ready to catch whatever it was with her tk.
Only one more minuscule moment passed before Huntress lunged forward into a set of bushes right in front of her. There was a little bit of thrashing that left Dinah cocking an eyebrow, but in a few seconds it was over. Emerging from the bushes, it seemed that Huntress had indeed been victorious. Caught in the vice grip of Huntress's hands, was a frantically squirming rabbit. "Hey, how's that for my first catch?" Huntress grinned in pleasure.
In the meantime, Dinah looked on in half horror half pride. "We're not actually going to eat that are we?"
"Uh oh." Huntress thought. She knew this voice, this was the voice that meant Dinah would try to get all cuddly with the rabbit, and talk about why they shouldn't eat it. "Not one more word Dinah. Not one, we're eating this little fella here, no arguments." To accentuate her point, Huntress put her foot down.
Although it was meant to be domineering and final, Dinah found Huntress's little speech cute, and endearing. "How'd you know?"
"Know what?" Huntress asked as she reverted back to Helena.
"That I was going to defend the little bunny."
"Oh, well, I just kinda figured, you know?" Helena flushed with embarrassment.
All Dinah could manage was to grin stupidly at her girl. "You win this time, but only because you're being so incredibly cute right now."
"Cute?! I am so, not cute." The rest of her argument was cut off by a yelp as the rabbit finally bit her hand. "Dinah, would you mind doing something about this thing?" Helena asked while trying to make sure the little rascal didn't bite her again.
Chuckling softly, Dinah raised a hand and caught the creature in her telekinetic powers. "I'll save you from the big bad bunny rabbit."
A playful growl came from the back of Helena's throat. "Come on woman, let's get back to camp so that you can cook me some dinner."
"If you're going to put things that way, I might just let this guy here play with you." Dinah threatened.
"Oh, did I say that? I meant, let's get back to camp so that I can lavish you with attention." Helena quickly restated.
"Sounds good to me." Dinah agreed, setting off with Helena at her side, and the rabbit floating behind with a seemingly bewildered expression.
Soon enough they arrived back at the jet, once again thanks to Huntress's excellent skills. Now with the promise of food, they were in much better spirits than they had been earlier, although Dinah was forming a twinging headache from having to sustain her powers for so long. She didn't dwell on it though knowing that the pain would soon dissipate as if it had never even been there at all. "Take a break for a little bit. I know that your head must be hurting by now. I'll take care of that thing, and get some wood." Helena suggested gently, pushing Dinah down until she was sitting in the entrance to the plane.
Dinah gave a grateful smile. "All right. Do you have a good grip?" She was asking about Helena's hold on the rabbit, and at Helena's nod, she let go of her power's hold. Letting out a relaxed sigh, Dinah sat back and decided to rest for that little while. "C'mere." She beckoned Helena.
Obediently, Helena came forward, and leaned down towards Dinah, who then captured her lips in a kiss that nearly made her drop their dinner. "Thanks for everything you did today." Dinah said.
"Yeah, sure. Anytime." Helena said in a small daze.
"Go on, we need to get that thing cooked up soon. I'm starving." Her belly rumbled as if to prove her point. "See?"
"Yeah, I do. I'll be back in a few minutes, and then we can try to make a fire, and get this sucker cooked up." Helena gave Dinah a kiss on the cheek and then left to go take care of business.
Dinah found herself falling into a short sleep filled with dreams of one very sexy brunette, and what she was going to do to that gorgeous woman. Before the dream could get juicy though, she was woken up by the brunette in question. "Hey, I was dreaming about you." Dinah informed while still half asleep.
"Only good things I hope." Dinah's answer was to lick her lips suggestively causing Helena to gulp. "I guess so. Anyway, you want to help me start a fire?"
"Yeah, you poor city girl." They walked a few feet from the plane. "First, we're going to need a pit, so let's start digging. Get the hatchet, it'll make this easier." Helena returned with hatchet in hand and began to hack at the ground until they had made what Dinah said was a good enough hole. It was shallow, and Dinah had told Helena that it was just to make sure that no grass caught on fire.
Then she proceeded to chops off little bits of wood, and when Helena asked what for she answered, "It's kindling, it's the way most people start fires because little pieces will catch fire easier." After only a few minutes, they had their fire all set to be lit. "Do you have the matches?"
"Right here." Helena said as she produced them from her pocket.
"Good, give them here." Helena did so, and Dinah took one and lit it. Holding her hand around it to block any wind, she placed it on top of the kindling, and blew gently. Soon, the small pieces of wood caught fire, and Dinah added a few bigger logs, and in no time, they had a roaring fire. "Yes!" Dinah hollered victoriously.
"How many other hidden talents do you have?" Helena paused and considered that sentence for a moment. "Wait, on second thought don't tell me. I'm too hungry to get all hot and bothered right now." Dinah laughed merrily as she embraced Helena. "Time to get that rabbit cooked up don't you think?" Helena asked as she grabbed the carcass that had once been a very lively little bunny.
"How?" Dinah asked in return. They shared a frustrated look between each other, and then set to work on figuring out how to work it. After several minutes, and several more logs, they had an awkwardly roasting rabbit. "Now they hard parts over with."
"We get to just relax for a bit." Choosing not to stray far from their meal, they instead decided to lie down on the grass near by, and just hold each other. "I do love you. You're such an amazing person."
"Helena, that's not all true, I mean, I'm just me." Dinah said modestly.
"No, stop. I think I need to get this out, for my sake. When you first came, I was a bitch, and I know that. All you wanted was my approval, and I wouldn't give it to you. It. . . I just didn't want to get attached to anyone else was all. I didn't think that I could stand losing anyone else when it was just me and Barbara. Then you came along, and I was scared. I want you to know, that even though I never showed it before, I did appreciate you being there. You brought some life to our tower, which is one of the reasons I love you.
Tears formed in Dinah's eyes at the words. "That's a nice thing to know. I always thought that you thought I was just an annoying little sister or something. I like you to then, and now, I love you. So, now that we've talked about that, let's keep the rest in the present. I want to focus on the love, and not the past."
"Sounds like a plan to me." Helena grinned widely as she leaned in to give Dinah a breath-taking kiss.
They continued to make out for a good amount of time until their food was finished and their stomachs demanded that they be attended to. They gorged greedily on the food before them, it wasn't much and it was filled with bones, but damned if it didn't taste like fillet mignon to them. Due to a lack of forks and plates, they were forced to use their fingers and stripes of wood, but that didn't detour them any. For a while, they almost managed to feel normal thanks to a good meal, and excellent company, but there was one important factor missing, Barbara.
"I miss her you know?" Dinah said out of nowhere.
"Yeah, I do. If she were here, we'd probably be flying back to Gothem by now." Helena praised.
"What do you think she'll say when she finds out?"
"About us?" Dinah nodded, and Helena continued. "I think she'll be okay. Probably just give us a lecture about not letting it interfere with our job. And even if she does have a problem, she'll either get used to the idea or we'll go else where."
"I don't know if I could do that. She's the mother that I've never had."
"I know, and I kind've feel the same, but I'd do whatever it took to be with you." Both smiled at the other and continued to eat.
A snapping branch caught Helena's attention and she turned to her feral counter part. "Huntress, what is it?"
"Sounds like people, coming this way."
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Reese had gone to the first place he could think of, the one place that could explain Anderson's lack of calls. Outside of Phoenix Inc. was Anderson's car, this alone worried Reese, but when he saw the keys in the ignition, his worry grew stronger yet. Obviously something had happened to Anderson, something that they had not expected, and thusly, had not planed for. An empty cup of coffee lay on its side in an empty doughnut box, so it was possible that Anderson had gone out for more food. This idea was quickly refuted as unlikely since it took not even the extremely fat and lazy hours to get some doughnuts and coffee. "Where'd you go?" Reese muttered.
Glancing across the street, the idea struck him that Anderson may have been found out. Sure, the car and person had been inconspicuous enough, but a car parked outside a major company for most of the day was sure to arouse some questions. However, Reese was still having problems figuring out what was going on. If they did have a problem, Anderson would have been told to leave, anything else they could do would pretty much be illegal since Anderson was a cop.
From what Barbara had told him though, it seemed like Phoenix Inc. wouldn't have any inhibitions about illegal activities. This brought on new possibilities; such as Anderson being kidnapped again his will, which would explain the keys in the ignition. It also brought new questions though, such as, why would Phoenix Inc. want someone like Anderson who was pretty much Joe normal? What good would a cop off the street do them?
Taking a quick look across again, it seemed that nothing would be paying too much mind if he were to talk a walk over to the lot, and take a little peak. So, he crossed the street and took a look through the fence using a small pen flashlight, nothing seemed to ordinary, until Reese manage to spot something. Some sort of red stain on the pavement that definitely seemed out of place. Reese stored this information away, and decided to leave before anything could happen to him, like he suspected happened to Anderson. His intention was to get back to the office, and find a way to get in contact with Barbara, but eventually he needed to take a detour to his house for some sleep.
"Good morning detective." A bubbly blond greeted enthusiastically.
"Who is this perky in the morning?" Reese asked himself. Out loud he chose instead to say, "Good morning Becky."
Becky offered a bright smile, and returned to her duties by the phone. "Oh wait!" She suddenly called to Reese, who stopped mid stride and turned to look at her. "There was a phone call for you earlier."
This managed to peak Reese's interest. "From who?"
"I don't know. Some girl just wanted to talk to you. I asked if she wanted to leave a message, but. . ." She trailed off with a shrug.
"All right. Thank you." A look of realization came over Reese's face and he hurried into his office, closing the door behind him. "I must have been Barbara, but I have no way to get in touch. Damn it." He contemplated his problem for a few moments, trying to work a way around it. Reese wasn't stupid; he knew that there was no way he could get a phone trace on her, so that idea was out of the picture. Suddenly, it came upon him, the answer to his question in the form of a ring; specifically, the one Huntress had given him. Barbara would have to notice, and then she could give him a call. "You're brilliant Reese." He congratulated himself.
Several minutes passed before the phone finally rang, and Reese leapt at it eagerly. "Hello?"
"Reese, why did you activate your ring? Helena isn't here to answer." The tone in her voice was sad and wistful.
"I know that, but it wasn't my goal to get her over here." He said.
"Oh, I see, you needed to talk." Barbara caught on.
"Yeah, my guy Anderson has gone missing."
"That's an interesting twist. You think that Phoenix Inc. has him don't you?"
"I do, but I can't see why they would want him. It doesn't make any sense. There's no way he could've seen anything from where he was." Reese could hear a sigh from the other side of the phone. "You know something don't you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Tell me what it is. That's one of my fellow officers that you know about, and I want to know what you know right now!"
There were a few tense moments before Barbara answered. "I don't think we should do this over the phone."
"What does that mean?" Reese asked, holding his arms open in a sign of questioning despite the fact that Barbara wasn't there to see it.
"I'm sending someone to get you. Wait outside the station. When you see a hummer pull up with an old man driving, get in." She instructed.
"What's going on?"
"You're coming to the clock tower."
Note: Okay, that's where I have to end it. I honestly don't know when I'll be able to update again, but it'll probably be over a week. I'm really really sorry about that, but there's no way around it. Damn, this really pisses me off since I had so much more to get done here, but I guess that'll have to wait until I get a new chapter. I'd be grateful for any reviews, all you guys still kick ass.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But when I take over the world, they will be.
"I want you to keep a careful watch on them." Freedman instructed.
"Don't worry. I think that we can handle this. Two of us will be flying and another will be keeping a watch on those two." The man gestured towards two tanks that were about the size of people.
"These are very important, I cannot stress that enough." He poked the pilot in the chest to emphasize his point.
"Look, we need to get going soon. I know what they are and what they can do." He replied impatiently.
"Do you? Do you really? Then why don't you tell me? Because I obviously know nothing about them and their capabilities." Freedman was purple in the face with rage.
"Look, I never said you didn't okay." He held up his hands in a subconscious sign of peace. "Tell me anyway. I want to know, how well you grasp this concept."
"There things that you made, smarter, faster, and stronger than any other being."
"That's right. That's exactly right. And that's why you need to be careful. They are lethal killing machines, and nothing more. If they get out earlier, if you don't watch them, and they get out. . . all of you will be dead."
"It's a good thing that it's not going to happen then. Even if it did, we're packing heat." He patted a gun at his side.
Freedman nearly growled at that, but managed to keep it in check. "That's all you have? That's not near enough, they'll take you out with their bare hands, before yours even reach your thigh." Then he got right into the pilots face, or at least chest since the pilot had a good few inches over him. "They would survive a crash, there probably wouldn't even be a crash because they would figure their way out of it." Now he pulled something out of his pocket. "This is a drug, you'll need to inject it into the tanks every half hour. If you don't, they'll go ballistic when they wake up, and won't listen to anyone."
The pilot looked slightly off put. "Right, thanks for that."
"It's nice to see that you're finally taking this seriously. Those could be the next soldiers, remember that."
"I know this already. We weren't sent into this without knowing jack."
"That's a far cry from usual, normally they leave you in the dark about everything. The boss must finally realize how important these things are." Freedman looked thoughtful, and proud for a moment.
"Pride is one of the seven deadly sins you know." The pilot pointed out after recognizing the look on Freedman's face.
"That, is of no consequence what so ever. I will not let some silly religious nonsense dictate what I do. God cannot be proven scientifically, therefore, he does not exist."
"Right then."
"Come on, we've gotta get going. We're already behind schedule, and the boss'll have our asses if we get any more behind." Another voice called from beside the plane.
"Right, I need to go now." He told Freedman.
"Well, don't let me keep you any longer then." With that said, Freedman left.
"Alright, let's get this guys loaded up and outta here. Move, move move!" He ordered sparing one last look at Freedman, that guy just sent shivers up and down his spine.
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It would be fairly safe to say, that Reese was a little ancy right now. Anderson had yet to check in since his last one, and Reese wondered what was going on. So far the call was only a few minutes late, so, Reese figured that it was the jitters more than anything else. This was after all, a case that possibly involved the well being of Helena, and he would do anything for her, anything to get her.
Reese wouldn't say that he was obsessed or anything like that, not like one of those stalkers that he had to arrest on occasion. No, it wasn't like he was some sort of psychopath; he was just deeply in love. A sigh came from his lips, he was willing to bet that what he thought, was exactly was all stalkers thought. "I've gotta get myself out of this. I need a distractions." The only difference between Reese and all the other stalkers was that he knew, so far at least, that what he was thinking was wrong.
It would be reasonable to say, that Reese was now a little nervous. A half hour later, and Anderson still had yet to phone in. While he figured it was possible that Anderson had just lost track of time, he found that unlikely, Anderson was a person who didn't like to be late, and Anderson would know that Reese would be unsure. Then again, it was also possible that he was following Freedman right now, but that's what radios and cell phones were for.
Anderson was a good cop, and Reese found that although they weren't the best of friends, he really did like Anderson. He was a good cop, did his work well, almost as though he had been made for the life. It was no secret around the force how much Anderson liked his job, he always seemed so gung ho on every assignment he got. Of course there were mistakes every now and again, but nothing that wasn't fixed soon enough. With out any doubt, Reese could say that this is what Anderson was meant to do, and he would have full support of most of force.
Everybody has enemies, some arch nemesis that maybe we don't fight with, but they're definitely not a person we like. Anderson was no exception to this; he had made an average amount of enemies, one guy who hated him, and a few shaky followers. It was never anything major though, just some verbal sparing back and forth, both knew better than to actually fight with each other, a fact for which Reese was extremely grateful. Both were good cops, and Reese would hate to see either one of them go due to some petty squabbling.
It would be accurate to say, that Reese was now worried. Anderson was long overdue by now, over an hour and a half. Reese had stayed late hoping to catch the call, and give a little heart to heart about checking in on time. By now it would be considered early morning, and Reese was dog tired, but the nagging worry in the back of his head wouldn't let his eyes close for more than a few moments. "Damn." He sighed in resignation, knowing that he needed to check things out before he could go to bed. "Damn." He repeated as he left.
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"How's that new subject of mine doing?" Freedman asked a security guard.
"As expected, he's very reluctant to do as you wish. He doesn't seem to understand too much of what's going on, so we had to sedate him for the time being." The burly man responded.
"Hmmmm, truly unfortunate, but that can be fixed I suppose. Open the door, and let us have some alone time." Freedman ordered.
"Are you sure doctor? He's out of it, but that doesn't mean that he won't cause trouble."
"I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve if anything happens. Open the door." Freedman gave a pointed look to accentuate his instructions. Without any other words, the guard opened the door, and Freedman stepped inside.
There was Anderson lying on a table nearly stoned out of his gourd. Freedman shook his head in annoyance; clearly this was no way to hold a conversation. "I need you to be at least a little coherent." Freedman sighed as he pulled a syringe filled with a clear fluid from his breast pocket. "Now hold still, and you'll barely feel a thing." Anderson groaned in response. The needle went in, the depressor went down, and then the needle came back out.
Anderson found that his head was already clearing, nothing was as muddled anymore, and colors weren't nearly as entertaining, not that he could see very many of them. "Freedman?" His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and it took some effort to get the word out.
"Your memory is fine, but don't ask stupid questions anymore. I here that you've been causing some trouble."
"Who wouldn't?" Anderson returned.
"I'll have you know, that any number of people would be honored to be in your position." Declared Freedman, a little anger showing in his voice.
"Then go get them." Anderson's mouth seemed to be working better now; it was no longer much of an effort to say things.
"I've already gotten most of them. Sometimes though, you need to use the unwilling, they react differently to certain tests."
"Tests? What are you talking about?" Anderson questioned hesitantly.
"Well, let me try to explain this to you." Freedman suggested.
"No! There's going to be no explaining because nothing's going to happen."
"Nonsense." Freedman waved away the outburst. "Whether you want it to or not, something is going to happen. I just thought that knowing might make you feel better."
"Letting me go would make me feel better. I'll even forget this whole thing, it'll be like I was never here." Anderson pleaded wanting nothing more than to get away.
"I know you want to escape, but I think that you'll find that very difficult. The security inside, is very tight, we're not so much concerned with keeping people out, as we are with keeping them in."
"Why?"
"Why what? Keep them in?" At Anderson's nod he continued. "Because, stragglers can be used for alternate purposes." If it was possible, Anderson looked even more worried than he had been previously.
"What I did to them is what I'm going to do to you. You see, I am a genius. I am creating the future. Imagine, soldiers that never tire, and that are so powerful they cannot be touch, and then couple them with the weapons I have created. You will be treated to several injections, to enhance your capabilities. During your entire duration here, chances are that you will be in a phenomenal amount of pain, most people don't even live through the procedure."
"And I should be grateful for this. I'm not going to spend any amount of time here you psycho."
"There will be no concept of time for you. I've developed a tank where you will be stored, and the injections will be administered through that. All your needs will be attended to, and all your memories will be erased except for the ones we choose to let you keep, or provide you with ourselves. So really, you won't ever be missing anyone, because you won't remember them. My soldiers will be perfect, because they have no need for any sort of companionship."
"That makes them weak." Anderson challenged.
"What do you mean by that?" Freedman asked, his eyes narrowing.
"People make us stronger. I think the reason you do this is because you're alone."
"The other good thing about my soldiers is that they will have no opinions of their own. They will follow orders, and only orders. That smart mouth of yours will be wiped clean from your memory." Freedman was seething with anger. "I think it's time to put you in the tank." He stated coldly, pulling another syringe from his pocket, and injecting Anderson once again before leaving.
"Doctor?" The security from before asked.
"Phone the blue sector, and tell them that I want another tank readied immediately."
"Right away Doctor."
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Barbara rubbed at her tired eyes. She had hardly gotten any sleep over the past few days and none last night after talking to Reese since she was far too concerned with trying to find what was in the files. After all, what was in there could answer some questions about what happened to Helena and Dinah. She was almost through though; another few minutes and the information in those files would be hers. "Come on, almost there." She said almost silently to herself, her fingers clicking along the keys, then, she was in.
As she read, her expression grew more and more horrified. These people were sick. Everything they were doing was morally wrong, and despicable. The tank program was what all of this was about. Tank program, the enhancement of human beings in order to create super soldiers. According to files, the army had yet to learn about this little item, which led Barbara into deep suspicions. "Alfred, could you come here?'
"Of course, Miss Barbara. How may I assist you?" Alfred asked as he came in from the kitchen.
"I need someone to bounce idea's off of."
"I will help however I can."
"Let me fill you in first. This place called Phoenix inc. is involved in the girls' disappearance, as you know. I just finished hacking into the higher security, and it's worse than I could've imagined. They take people, anyone, volunteer or otherwise, and they make them into these perfect soldiers. It's like Meta human's, only unnatural."
"How so?"
"They confine these people, into tanks that are just a little bigger than they are with tubes an wires shoved into their body. Through those, the drugs that I found earlier are injected, only, in very large amounts. At the same time, the brain is stimulated with thousands of battle strategies while the memories are erased. That's not even the worst of it, most people don't even survive this whole procedure."
"Oh my." Was the only thing Alfred could get out of his mouth due to the shock.
"So far, only two people have survived the experiment fully, and I think that that's the reason they wanted Helena and Dinah. The only thing is that I can't be sure; it might've just been a convenience issue. Maybe, they just needed any Meta to test these things abilities against."
"It seems very probable, Miss Barbara, but what do you plan on doing about it?"
Barbara let out a sad sigh. "As of right now, there's nothing I really can do. I can know what's going on, but as for where my girls are, I have no idea. They're out there with only each other, and now someone is after them, and I can't do anything." She choked back a sob. "I miss them so much. It's only been a few days, and I miss everything about them."
"It's perfectly understandable. I too, find myself missing them."
"I feel so stupid; like some mother whose kids have gone off to college." She tried to laugh off her worries while wiping at the tears that had formed in her eyes.
"It is never silly, to miss one's family." Alfred comforted, moving closer until his hand was resting on Barbara's shoulder.
"I suppose you're right. That means that I just need to get them back, so that I can stop missing them." Her hand found Alfred's and she gave it a small squeeze. He was almost like a second father to her, and she appreciated everything he did. "I should talk to Reese, tell him the news."
"I'll go ring him up." A moment later Alfred returned with the phone in hand.
"Thanks Alfred." Barbara said before returning to the phone.
"Hello, how may I help you?" An unfamiliar voice answered.
"I need to speak with detective Reese."
"I'm sorry, but he left a little while ago."
"Do you know where?"
"No, he wouldn't say. Can I take a message?"
"No, no don't worry about it, I'll just call back."
"Alright, thank you for calling." That voice was just way to perky, and Barbara wondered how many cups of coffee this girl had.
"Yeah, sure." Barbara hung up, it wasn't like Reese to not be in his office, but then again, he was a police officer, and maybe something came up.
"Reese was not available?" Alfred correctly guessed.
"Yeah, I guess I'll have to wait until later to bring this up with him."
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They had been walking for a few hours now with periodic breaks every now and again. As of yet, they had not come upon any sort of game that would make a fit meal, and if they had, then neither girl had known. For a while they had at least been enjoying the walk, but that soon wore off as their stomachs began to complain about not being fed for such a long period of time. "Where the hell did all the animals go?" Helena complained aloud.
"Helena, they're not just going to show up so that we can eat them." Dinah reasoned.
"Well why not? They should be lined up like a buffet." Helena pouted causing Dinah to giggle.
"Everyone knows that animals only show up when you don't want them to." Dinah said with a sarcastic tone.
Sighing, Helena dropped down to the ground. "Somehow I don't think yelling 'I don't want any animals around right now,' is going to help us any."
"You never know." Dinah returned with a roll of her eyes. The lack of food and luck was making both rather miserable, and irritated. "At this point I'd be willing to try almost anything."
"I know what you mean. I think we should just sit back and listen for awhile." Was Helena's suggestion as her eyes turned feral signaling the return of Huntress.
"Alright." Dinah agreed sitting down beside her girlfriend. That word was still able to make her unimaginably happy, especially when coupled with the other word Helena. Then she thought of the other things that made her happy, such as her lips on her girlfriend Helena's. Just as she was about to act on that thought, Huntress's head perked up. "What is it?" Dinah asked quietly.
In response, Huntress held a finger to her lips in the sign to be quiet. Slowly, and cautiously, she got up from her perch on the ground, and crept forward with the axe in hand. For a moment, she paused, not daring to move a muscle, her breath slow and even.
Dinah watched from her seat on the ground, after working with Huntress as a partner, she had learned to read the half Meta's body language. Right now, it was telling her to be as quiet and still as she could because Huntress had found something. This could be their meal ticket right here, and due to sever hunger, Dinah wasn't about to ruin it, that along with the fact that Huntress would be pretty pissed. So Dinah sat still, and slowed her breathing as Huntress had once taught her, and waited for the Huntress to catch her prey.
One baby step forward, never once making a sound despite the leaves and sticks that littered the ground. It was followed by another, and then another, not one of then ever making any noise as Helena made her way slowly forward. Her muscles tensed in anticipation under the leather duster, and she turned her head towards Dinah and gave a small nod. Acknowledging the signal, Dinah stuck out her arm with her palm facing outward, ready to catch whatever it was with her tk.
Only one more minuscule moment passed before Huntress lunged forward into a set of bushes right in front of her. There was a little bit of thrashing that left Dinah cocking an eyebrow, but in a few seconds it was over. Emerging from the bushes, it seemed that Huntress had indeed been victorious. Caught in the vice grip of Huntress's hands, was a frantically squirming rabbit. "Hey, how's that for my first catch?" Huntress grinned in pleasure.
In the meantime, Dinah looked on in half horror half pride. "We're not actually going to eat that are we?"
"Uh oh." Huntress thought. She knew this voice, this was the voice that meant Dinah would try to get all cuddly with the rabbit, and talk about why they shouldn't eat it. "Not one more word Dinah. Not one, we're eating this little fella here, no arguments." To accentuate her point, Huntress put her foot down.
Although it was meant to be domineering and final, Dinah found Huntress's little speech cute, and endearing. "How'd you know?"
"Know what?" Huntress asked as she reverted back to Helena.
"That I was going to defend the little bunny."
"Oh, well, I just kinda figured, you know?" Helena flushed with embarrassment.
All Dinah could manage was to grin stupidly at her girl. "You win this time, but only because you're being so incredibly cute right now."
"Cute?! I am so, not cute." The rest of her argument was cut off by a yelp as the rabbit finally bit her hand. "Dinah, would you mind doing something about this thing?" Helena asked while trying to make sure the little rascal didn't bite her again.
Chuckling softly, Dinah raised a hand and caught the creature in her telekinetic powers. "I'll save you from the big bad bunny rabbit."
A playful growl came from the back of Helena's throat. "Come on woman, let's get back to camp so that you can cook me some dinner."
"If you're going to put things that way, I might just let this guy here play with you." Dinah threatened.
"Oh, did I say that? I meant, let's get back to camp so that I can lavish you with attention." Helena quickly restated.
"Sounds good to me." Dinah agreed, setting off with Helena at her side, and the rabbit floating behind with a seemingly bewildered expression.
Soon enough they arrived back at the jet, once again thanks to Huntress's excellent skills. Now with the promise of food, they were in much better spirits than they had been earlier, although Dinah was forming a twinging headache from having to sustain her powers for so long. She didn't dwell on it though knowing that the pain would soon dissipate as if it had never even been there at all. "Take a break for a little bit. I know that your head must be hurting by now. I'll take care of that thing, and get some wood." Helena suggested gently, pushing Dinah down until she was sitting in the entrance to the plane.
Dinah gave a grateful smile. "All right. Do you have a good grip?" She was asking about Helena's hold on the rabbit, and at Helena's nod, she let go of her power's hold. Letting out a relaxed sigh, Dinah sat back and decided to rest for that little while. "C'mere." She beckoned Helena.
Obediently, Helena came forward, and leaned down towards Dinah, who then captured her lips in a kiss that nearly made her drop their dinner. "Thanks for everything you did today." Dinah said.
"Yeah, sure. Anytime." Helena said in a small daze.
"Go on, we need to get that thing cooked up soon. I'm starving." Her belly rumbled as if to prove her point. "See?"
"Yeah, I do. I'll be back in a few minutes, and then we can try to make a fire, and get this sucker cooked up." Helena gave Dinah a kiss on the cheek and then left to go take care of business.
Dinah found herself falling into a short sleep filled with dreams of one very sexy brunette, and what she was going to do to that gorgeous woman. Before the dream could get juicy though, she was woken up by the brunette in question. "Hey, I was dreaming about you." Dinah informed while still half asleep.
"Only good things I hope." Dinah's answer was to lick her lips suggestively causing Helena to gulp. "I guess so. Anyway, you want to help me start a fire?"
"Yeah, you poor city girl." They walked a few feet from the plane. "First, we're going to need a pit, so let's start digging. Get the hatchet, it'll make this easier." Helena returned with hatchet in hand and began to hack at the ground until they had made what Dinah said was a good enough hole. It was shallow, and Dinah had told Helena that it was just to make sure that no grass caught on fire.
Then she proceeded to chops off little bits of wood, and when Helena asked what for she answered, "It's kindling, it's the way most people start fires because little pieces will catch fire easier." After only a few minutes, they had their fire all set to be lit. "Do you have the matches?"
"Right here." Helena said as she produced them from her pocket.
"Good, give them here." Helena did so, and Dinah took one and lit it. Holding her hand around it to block any wind, she placed it on top of the kindling, and blew gently. Soon, the small pieces of wood caught fire, and Dinah added a few bigger logs, and in no time, they had a roaring fire. "Yes!" Dinah hollered victoriously.
"How many other hidden talents do you have?" Helena paused and considered that sentence for a moment. "Wait, on second thought don't tell me. I'm too hungry to get all hot and bothered right now." Dinah laughed merrily as she embraced Helena. "Time to get that rabbit cooked up don't you think?" Helena asked as she grabbed the carcass that had once been a very lively little bunny.
"How?" Dinah asked in return. They shared a frustrated look between each other, and then set to work on figuring out how to work it. After several minutes, and several more logs, they had an awkwardly roasting rabbit. "Now they hard parts over with."
"We get to just relax for a bit." Choosing not to stray far from their meal, they instead decided to lie down on the grass near by, and just hold each other. "I do love you. You're such an amazing person."
"Helena, that's not all true, I mean, I'm just me." Dinah said modestly.
"No, stop. I think I need to get this out, for my sake. When you first came, I was a bitch, and I know that. All you wanted was my approval, and I wouldn't give it to you. It. . . I just didn't want to get attached to anyone else was all. I didn't think that I could stand losing anyone else when it was just me and Barbara. Then you came along, and I was scared. I want you to know, that even though I never showed it before, I did appreciate you being there. You brought some life to our tower, which is one of the reasons I love you.
Tears formed in Dinah's eyes at the words. "That's a nice thing to know. I always thought that you thought I was just an annoying little sister or something. I like you to then, and now, I love you. So, now that we've talked about that, let's keep the rest in the present. I want to focus on the love, and not the past."
"Sounds like a plan to me." Helena grinned widely as she leaned in to give Dinah a breath-taking kiss.
They continued to make out for a good amount of time until their food was finished and their stomachs demanded that they be attended to. They gorged greedily on the food before them, it wasn't much and it was filled with bones, but damned if it didn't taste like fillet mignon to them. Due to a lack of forks and plates, they were forced to use their fingers and stripes of wood, but that didn't detour them any. For a while, they almost managed to feel normal thanks to a good meal, and excellent company, but there was one important factor missing, Barbara.
"I miss her you know?" Dinah said out of nowhere.
"Yeah, I do. If she were here, we'd probably be flying back to Gothem by now." Helena praised.
"What do you think she'll say when she finds out?"
"About us?" Dinah nodded, and Helena continued. "I think she'll be okay. Probably just give us a lecture about not letting it interfere with our job. And even if she does have a problem, she'll either get used to the idea or we'll go else where."
"I don't know if I could do that. She's the mother that I've never had."
"I know, and I kind've feel the same, but I'd do whatever it took to be with you." Both smiled at the other and continued to eat.
A snapping branch caught Helena's attention and she turned to her feral counter part. "Huntress, what is it?"
"Sounds like people, coming this way."
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Reese had gone to the first place he could think of, the one place that could explain Anderson's lack of calls. Outside of Phoenix Inc. was Anderson's car, this alone worried Reese, but when he saw the keys in the ignition, his worry grew stronger yet. Obviously something had happened to Anderson, something that they had not expected, and thusly, had not planed for. An empty cup of coffee lay on its side in an empty doughnut box, so it was possible that Anderson had gone out for more food. This idea was quickly refuted as unlikely since it took not even the extremely fat and lazy hours to get some doughnuts and coffee. "Where'd you go?" Reese muttered.
Glancing across the street, the idea struck him that Anderson may have been found out. Sure, the car and person had been inconspicuous enough, but a car parked outside a major company for most of the day was sure to arouse some questions. However, Reese was still having problems figuring out what was going on. If they did have a problem, Anderson would have been told to leave, anything else they could do would pretty much be illegal since Anderson was a cop.
From what Barbara had told him though, it seemed like Phoenix Inc. wouldn't have any inhibitions about illegal activities. This brought on new possibilities; such as Anderson being kidnapped again his will, which would explain the keys in the ignition. It also brought new questions though, such as, why would Phoenix Inc. want someone like Anderson who was pretty much Joe normal? What good would a cop off the street do them?
Taking a quick look across again, it seemed that nothing would be paying too much mind if he were to talk a walk over to the lot, and take a little peak. So, he crossed the street and took a look through the fence using a small pen flashlight, nothing seemed to ordinary, until Reese manage to spot something. Some sort of red stain on the pavement that definitely seemed out of place. Reese stored this information away, and decided to leave before anything could happen to him, like he suspected happened to Anderson. His intention was to get back to the office, and find a way to get in contact with Barbara, but eventually he needed to take a detour to his house for some sleep.
"Good morning detective." A bubbly blond greeted enthusiastically.
"Who is this perky in the morning?" Reese asked himself. Out loud he chose instead to say, "Good morning Becky."
Becky offered a bright smile, and returned to her duties by the phone. "Oh wait!" She suddenly called to Reese, who stopped mid stride and turned to look at her. "There was a phone call for you earlier."
This managed to peak Reese's interest. "From who?"
"I don't know. Some girl just wanted to talk to you. I asked if she wanted to leave a message, but. . ." She trailed off with a shrug.
"All right. Thank you." A look of realization came over Reese's face and he hurried into his office, closing the door behind him. "I must have been Barbara, but I have no way to get in touch. Damn it." He contemplated his problem for a few moments, trying to work a way around it. Reese wasn't stupid; he knew that there was no way he could get a phone trace on her, so that idea was out of the picture. Suddenly, it came upon him, the answer to his question in the form of a ring; specifically, the one Huntress had given him. Barbara would have to notice, and then she could give him a call. "You're brilliant Reese." He congratulated himself.
Several minutes passed before the phone finally rang, and Reese leapt at it eagerly. "Hello?"
"Reese, why did you activate your ring? Helena isn't here to answer." The tone in her voice was sad and wistful.
"I know that, but it wasn't my goal to get her over here." He said.
"Oh, I see, you needed to talk." Barbara caught on.
"Yeah, my guy Anderson has gone missing."
"That's an interesting twist. You think that Phoenix Inc. has him don't you?"
"I do, but I can't see why they would want him. It doesn't make any sense. There's no way he could've seen anything from where he was." Reese could hear a sigh from the other side of the phone. "You know something don't you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Tell me what it is. That's one of my fellow officers that you know about, and I want to know what you know right now!"
There were a few tense moments before Barbara answered. "I don't think we should do this over the phone."
"What does that mean?" Reese asked, holding his arms open in a sign of questioning despite the fact that Barbara wasn't there to see it.
"I'm sending someone to get you. Wait outside the station. When you see a hummer pull up with an old man driving, get in." She instructed.
"What's going on?"
"You're coming to the clock tower."
Note: Okay, that's where I have to end it. I honestly don't know when I'll be able to update again, but it'll probably be over a week. I'm really really sorry about that, but there's no way around it. Damn, this really pisses me off since I had so much more to get done here, but I guess that'll have to wait until I get a new chapter. I'd be grateful for any reviews, all you guys still kick ass.