Chapter 11

Six remembered hearing somewhere that humans are so adaptable that they can get used to anyone or anything after a certain amount of time to adjust. He now recognized this for the utter bullshit it was. The screeching voice of the woman behind him was not getting any easier to deal with, quite the opposite actually. In fact, the only thing that was getting easier to deal with were the possible repercussions of her unexpectedly dying by decapitation in the next few minutes. It was hard, but he resisted the urge valiantly. Besides, it was at least partly his own fault that the thrice-damned harpy was even there in the first place.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE PROVIDENCE LOST MY BABY! WHAT IF HE IS SICK?

WHAT IF HE IS HUNGRY? WHAT IF THOSE BABY SNATCHERS SOLD HIM TO ALIENS? HE NEEDS HIS MOMMY! MY LAWYER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING HARDER?" Six didn't have to turn around to see that the woman was still red-faced with anger. How was he supposed to know the damn girls would run off? Besides, he was sure her lawyer already knew what had happened; along with his wife, kids, family dog, next door neighbor, and anyone else who lived within roughly a hundred mile radius of the wailing she-devil.

Six looked carefully at the now abandoned ledge where he had dropped the kid off, and resisted the urge to tell the woman that if she had run faster, she wouldn't have needed rescuing, and her and her baby would be together somewhere far far away from him. Just the way he liked it.

The screaming and ranting continued, each word grating on his nerves more than the last. Six let out a small growl. He thought no one would hear him, but obviously Rex had picked it up, as he was trying to pull the woman away from the irritated Ninja. Six's scanning eyes finally picked up a flash of white under a small rock. He pulled out the slip of slightly tattered paper, and glanced over it. "We are moving out." He stepped off of the ledge and onto the hovering transport, ignoring the voice of the woman as he walked into the cockpit, and gave the address to the Pilot. "Get us as close to this address as you possibly can."

"Yes Sir." The faceless man replied to the Agent.

Six nodded his head and walked back out to the cargo hold, immediately regretting his decision as the screeching woman once again situated herself screaming obscenities in his face. His reaction was purely instinctual; that is what he was going to tell White anyway. One slice of the blade, and a spurt of blood later, the stunned woman was gasping, and slowly sinking to the ground.

"Oh my God, you actually killed her."

Six wiped it off, and tucked the small blade back into his jacket. "She isn't dead. Yet."

"You sure? She went down kinda fast for a cut on the arm." Rex's voice was still shocked, but the obvious shuddering breaths of the woman on the floor reassured him that she was alive. For now anyway.

"She is a civilian." Six's voice was matter of fact as he dragged the woman by her ankle to the side of the small room. "The shock took care of her until the sedative on the knife kicked in."

"Okay." Rex turned away from the woman, and started to swing his legs back and forth as he sat down on the bench near Six. "So, back to what we were talking about before. Anything really means anything, and I have a good imagination. What is a good price for my never making you tell me your name?"

Six bit back the groan. He had half hoped Rex had forgotten the agreement, but the other half thought of possibilities that a 19 year old with a good imagination could think up. "I guess you will have to figure that out."

"I guess I will."

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By the time they had reached the large house that was indicated in the address, the sedative was beginning to wear off of the woman, who had smartened up, and was avoiding the two men as she nursed the small cut on her arm. As the transport touched down with a small thump onto the grass, Six stood, gesturing for Rex to follow him. "Stay here." He ordered the woman as he turned to leave. "If the child is here, then I will send Rex."

She made a startled sound, and looked up at the man in green with narrowed eyes. "I want to take my baby, and I want to go home." she stated firmly, but still quietly. Obviously, the 'nap' had worked even better than Six intended. Oh well, it was all good news to him.

"Not as much as I want you to." Six retorted as he turned and stepped onto the grass.

It was a big house, two stories high, and painted white with dark blue shutters. There was even a small rectangular pot of red flowers attached each window. The lawn was maybe just a little tall, but not much, and there were no obvious threats hiding in the grass. Six approached cautiously, eyes flickering from one place to the next under the protection of his glasses; threats could be hidden anywhere, and he had to be ready for them. Rex had no such reservations.

A woman answered his booming knocks wearing nothing except a pair of pajama pants with tiny moons covering them, and an old-fashioned apron that also acted as her shirt. She held a spoon in one hand, covered in some type of batter, and simply smiled serenely as Rex immediately started yelling. "Hi! I am Rex! Do you have our baby?"

Six sighed. Was it even possible at this point to encounter someone even a little normal? Maybe only the sane people turned Evo? He would have to report that possibility to Dr. Holiday. He resigned himself, and walked to the door. "I am Agent Six, and this is my partner Rex. We work for Providence. We are here to retrieve a child that we have reason to believe is on the premises."

"Oh, you must mean the little sweetheart Alice brought home. Come in, come in." She stepped to the side, and gestured for them to follow her. The inside of the home was large and clean, with a lot of shining woodwork and heavy, comfortable furniture. They stepped into a spacious kitchen. Black stone gleamed from every counter, and there was the delicious and unmistakable smell of baking. Oddly enough, Six didn't see even a single used bowl or measuring cup on any of the counters, or laying in the sink. How did someone bake and not leave any mess at all? Surely she used a mixing bowl or something? And why did she still have the dirty spoon if there was no other evidence of cooking except for the actual cookies in the oven? The yet unnamed woman hurried them through the kitchen and into a much smaller room. "They are out in their little clubhouse. It is the big white shed. You can't miss it." She opened a door, and the back yard came into view. "Come back this way, and I will give you a few cookies for the road." She nudged them gently out of the door, and closed it behind them.

"Well, that was... odd." Rex commented.

"Yes." Six replied. He was already on automatic, his daily quota of weird was used up for the next few weeks, and he just wanted to go to his room, put a cool, wet washrag on his face and turn the lights out for a few hours. He had simple needs.

The knock sounded oddly muffled as he rapped his knuckles against the metal door. There were a few muffled noises from within the building, but the door did not open. Six was not sure what to expect, and as he opened the door, he flicked out his katana with his free hand. A flood of papers cascaded out of the door, revealing two shocked teenage girls, and a baby. The taller girl had the kid strapped to her chest in some sort of reverse baby sling, and balanced on its nose was a large pair of sunglasses. They all stared silently at him, and he stared silently back.

After several minutes of the same, Six allowed himself to satisfy his curiosity by reaching down to grab a handful of the killer papers. The girl with the baby spoke up immediately, "Hey don't tou-" but was quickly shushed by her friend.

Six's eyes scanned the papers. They seemed to be profiles of some sort, some even had small pictures attached, though most did not. Name: Kuski Roku Age:24 Occupation: Mercenary. He moved to another sheet. Name: Li Smith Age:29 Occupation: Agent. "Impossible." He muttered to himself. He reached down and grabbed another paper off of the top. Name: Tyson Renolds Age: 18 Occupation: Bounty Hunter. "How did you get these?" He growled slightly, looking sharply up at the two girls.

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AN: Okay! So, maybe that at least slightly resolved the much asked question of… Where did the baby come from? Lol Sorry if it is a short chapter, but I wanted to get it out early as a special Christmas present to my awesome readers! Oh, an there is a special little joke hidden in the chapter. See if you can find it! lol

And! I have good news! I have gotten my first ever flame! Now, this might not seem like good news, but I have always thought that you have to reach a certain level of notoriety before the flamers find you, and the fact that I have reached this platform makes me very happy. So, in answer you your review Jo, (who was brave enough to flame me, but not brave enough to use her account to do it) Thank you for your idea bout my dad and I, well, that is a nice suggestion, but I doubt I will take you up on it any time soon. Thank you anyway! As for the quote "you do realize you're writing a story about a BOY and a MAN. not a boy and boy or man and man- but straight up pedophilia- you know that's illegal right?" Section of your review, I would simply like to say that I understand that sometimes it must be hard to read around your own over-large ego, or you would know that it is clearly stated several times within the story, (in fact, even within the first chapter that you oh so kindly reviewed on) that Rex is age 19 in this story. This is one more than one year over the age of consent, possibly even more because of the doubt about Rex's age. I realize it could also go the other way, which is why he is 19 not 18. So, the issue of illegality is a non-issue. As I said before, thank you for your kindness in reviewing, and for your suggestions, and concerns. Oh, and for the ego boost too. Have a merry Christmas.

As for my other AMAZING reviewers, Thank you so much for reviewing and encouraging me to write this chapter. Even if it was mostly to figure out where babies come from. Lol

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