The Rocket Da(m)n
Warning: This one's a little worse again. This one has some violence, and what it has is pretty disturbing. I don't own, or claim to own, anyone in this story. Except maybe Becky. I don't think I have any legal claim to her anyway, though. As always, take her if you want her. I don't care. Send any and all coments to Ami
"Where have you been?" Meowth looked over his shoulder as James entered the campsite, a very nervous expression clouding his face. "It's still so early. You're never up at this time in the morning. It's not even noon yet!"
James ignored the wisecrack and retorted, "I just went for a walk, that's all. I haven't been able to sleep lately. What with Jessie leaving and all..." It was a lie, but he really didn't care.
"It's funny you should mention her..." Meowth's expression darkened, and James looked over. "The boss called this morning." James looked surprised, but said nothing. "He wanted to offer his condolences... on her passing."
"Her passing?!!" James's eyes widened. "You don't mean..."
"I'm afraid so." Meowth said quietly. He looked down at his feet, purposely avoiding the lavender-haired teenager's horrified expression. "Sometime, either last night or this morning... She... She ended it all."
"THAT'S A LIE!" James screamed.
"One of our agents found her a few hours ago, at the bottom of a cliff." Meowth sniffled, then added, "There was no one around. This whole thing must have been too much for her... I'm sorry, James... Truly sorry." Meowth wasn't sure what to say.
"It's not true!" He yelled. No one around?! He had been close enough to hear her scream, close enough to hear the gunshots. And he knew for a fact that Jessie had been alive when he last saw her just over an hour ago. He wasn't sure if she still was, but whatever happened to her was no accident. "She wouldn't... She didn't!" It was indescribably frustrating to him, not being able to admit what he knew. "I know her. She didn't." He said finally. That was true, at least.
"I know her too. At least I thought I did, but she's been acting so strange lately. It's so awful." Meowth looked over at the boy. His fists were tightly clenched against his sides, and his entire body was shaking. "Are you okay, James?" He asked nervously.
"Of course I'm not, you idiot!" James screamed. He leaned against a tree. "She's not dead... She can't be!" He slid down the trunk to a sitting position and buried his face in his hands. For once, tears didn't come. He had always cried, often times more than Jessie. This, however, seemed to upsetting even to cry. "Jessie..."
Just a few short days ago, this would have been unthinkable. Why had she quit? He had warned her this would happen. You don't leave Team Rocket, not alive. She couldn't be dead, though. Could she? Why would the boss offer such a large reward for her corpse? Why would he offer such a large reward for her at all? Why was she so special? Why would he have her killed? Why would he claim she was dead, when she wasn't? He shook his head violently. "It's all a lie... everything is a lie!"
"It's all a lie, everything is a lie." Jessie's words rang through his head. "It must be hard to be so naive." Naive... What was she talking about? Did she know something he didn't? Could that be the reason the Boss wanted her gone so badly? He shook his head again, and hung it in defeat. His eyes rested on the three pokeballs on his belt. Three?
"Arbok." James whispered softly. He took out the ball and looked at it. Arbok, level 79. Original trainer, Jessie, ID #50962. It went on to list it's learned attacks and status: Fnt. Arbok needed medical attention, and fast. He stood up.
"Where are you going?" Meowth asked nervously.
To the Pokemon Center. Weezing's been acting sick lately. I wouldn't want to loose two friends." Before Meowth could protest, or ask what on earth would make you think a nearly four foot tall collection of toxic waste and poison gas could be any sicker then it already was, James hurried down the path.
Meowth sighed and waited until he was well out of earshot. Then he went to the phone. Gravely, he dialed Giovanni's number. The secretary came on. "Hi Becky, it's about James." The young girl on the phone went slightly pale, but only nodded and quickly punched some buttons and disappeared. Her image was quickly replaced by a darker one, that of his boss.
"Yes, Meowth? What have you got to report?" The boss asked curtly, stroking his favorite Persian and frowning disapprovingly.
"I told him, sir. Exactly what you told me to say." Meowth said nervously. The Boss only nodded and waited for him to continue. "He doesn't believe it. I told you sir, Jessie isn't like that. He knows she wouldn't kill herself. She enjoys... Enjoyed... Her life." On 'enjoyed', his voice cracked slightly. If Giovanni noticed, he ignored it. "Sir, why?" Meowth nearly yelled, then caught himself. "We shouldn't have said we found her. He'll want to see the body."
"Don't worry, Meowth." The boss grinned sadistically. "If he wants a body, he'll get a body. If things go as planned, her funeral is next Wednesday." Meowth cringed, he too had be secretly hoping she was alive. "If that doesn't satisfy him, then we'll *deal* with him."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"Now, now, Meowth. Why so many questions? You know what they say..." Giovanni's eyes narrowed threateningly. "Curiosity killed the cat."
"Yes sir, of course, sir..." Meowth gulped. "I... I-I won't take any more of your time, sir."
"Send him in."
"What?"
"Tomorrow, at nine sharp. I'll talk to him. That is all." Giovanni looked down for a moment, then added. "Such a waste..." Meowth looked up. Did he care? The Boss feigned sadness for a second, then laughed coldly. "Cadavers are so hard to find." He hung up the phone, then turned to the girl in the room. "Are you going to be a cadaver, my dear?" He said mockingly.
Jessie didn't answer, didn't even move. The only thing that betrayed her apparent lifelessness was the slight rising and falling of her chest. His eyes rested on the movement, then he let his eyes roam her delicate figure. Except for the two restraining straps that held her arms up above her head and her feet to secure her, the only thing that held her to the wall was a web of wires. Her limp form was wrapped in tubes and cables of every size and color, entering her body in at least a dozen different places and spreading out around her like wings. They monitored every aspect of her body. That was all... For now. She needed to be conscious for the rest of the experiment.
Giovanni stood, his eyes still fixated on his radiant captive. At a mere seventeen years old, she was hardly even half his age. He knew that by all rights, she should be out of his reach. Somehow, that just made her a more exciting challenge.
He walked over to her. "So, how's my favorite guinea pig doing?" He checked some readouts. "Good, good. Everything seems to be in order. Now all we need is for you to wake up. How about it. Can you do that for your Boss?" He took her chin and tipped her face up at him. She didn't move.
He moved forward. "Soon, Jessie, soon." He whispered into her ear, then kissed it. "You're about to make history." His lips parted in an evil smile, and he chuckled as he walked back to his chair.
James walked slowly back to camp, dragging his feet slightly. "I hope you realize that I can't understand a word you say." He told the angry cobra.
"Bok! Charbok, char! Charchar bok charboku!!" Arbok didn't seem clear on the concept. "Charbok..."
"You want to save Jessie, right? I know that." James sighed. "But we don't know where she is. We don't even know if she's alive."
"Charbok! Charrrrrr-bok!"
James looked at it. "You think she's still alive, don't you?" The snake nodded vigorously. "Well... I hope you're right." He noticed that they were getting closer to camp. "You'd better get back in the ball, Arbok."
"Bok." That sounded a lot like...
"No? What do you mean, no?!" He frowned. "You have to!" Arbok shook his head defiantly.
"Char charbok." (James isn't Jessie, and he's not Master.) "Charr bok boku." (Arbok doesn't have to listen to James.)
"What do you mean?" James wasn't sure what Arbok was saying, but he knew he didn't like it.
"Char bok charbok, char." (Does James have even one badge?)
"Arbok, stop it! Geez... Weezing always listens to Jessie."
"Bok, bok, bok." Arbok just laughed.
James sighed. If he hadn't taken it from Meowth for all of these years, he wouldn't have been able to take this sort of verbal abuse from a Pokemon. "You've got her attitude, that's for sure."
"Char-bok!" (Thank you!)
"However... You seem to forget who saved your life back there. I could have left you." Arbok nodded, then thought about it for a moment. He hung his head slightly, embarrassed. "I want Jessie safe just as much as you do, but we can't rush into this. You are going back into this ball, and we are going to go report back to Meowth, and then..."
"Char! Charbok, bok! Boku, bok Charbok!" (Arbok doesn't trust Meowth! Meowth knows what happened!)
"You don't like Meowth? Well, I don't either. For right now, however, he's what we've got. He's the only one of us who might know what happened."
"Char, bok bok Charboku." (Arbok knows what happened. Jessie told Arbok.)
"Arbok, you know I can't understand you. If you really need to tell me something, then you'll have to get Meowth to translate." James frowned. This was getting old.
"CHAR!! Charbok, bok!!!" (Arbok doesn't trust Meowth!!!)
"Yeah, I guessed." James repressed the urge to strangle Arbok. "So, what's your plan then? You want to run in the front door? They'd just kill us. That won't help us any. We have to wait." He looked at his feet. "I know it's hard..." He stopped walking.
Arbok looked over nervously. "Boku?"
James just turned away, but Arbok could see his eyes well with tears first. "I know she's your master, but you have to remember, she's the only friend I have in the world. I really do care."
"Char... bok char." Arbok said comfortingly. James looked down again, Arbok knew he wasn't helping any. Finally, he reached down toward James's waist, touching his pokeball with the tip of his nose. The ball opened, and Arbok disappeared in a flash of light.
James smiled slightly and wiped his eyes. "Thank you." He whispered under his breath, picking up the ball. He hurried to where they had made camp.
"So, how's Weezing?" Meowth asked.
"Same as usual, I guess. It takes a lot to make him sick. Why do you care?" Sympathy definitely wasn't Meowth's strong point.
"I just do!" Meowth snapped defensively. Then he added more quietly, "The boss wants to see you... Tomorrow morning, at nine."
"About what?"
"You know. He wants to review what your plans are going to be now that... Now that we... Well... Now that you're a one-person team. Will you go?" Meowth asked apprehensively. James wasn't exactly in his best mood, and Meowth could guess that he believed the boss to be involved.
"Yeah, sure." Right now, James could think of a million things he'd rather do than see that man, not the least of which involved hungry growlithes and strapping meat to his body. For the moment, however, he had no choice. He had to know. "I'll be there."
James sat in the waiting room impatiently. He checked his watch, it was already nine-thirty. He frowned and sat back, crossing his legs, then uncrossed them and tapped his foot restlessly. He picked up a magazine and pretended to be reading.
Across the room, Becky nervously attempted to type. She was supposed to be working on a letter to the president of Silph, but she couldn't keep her attention off of the boy across the room. He was trying not to show it, but she knew how upset he was. She wanted to console him, but was afraid she'd let something slip. Finally, she cleared her throat, and James looked up.
"James?" He nodded slightly, and she uncomfortably continued. "I just heard. I'm so sorry. It's horrible. Jessie didn't deserve... Nobody should have that happen. I'm sorry James... So sorry." She wanted to tell him everything about what had happened to Jessie. How she had been dragged in half dead, how the Boss had made Becky clean her wounds and help him hook her unconscious body up to the his horrible machine, how she hung there still, only two rooms away. Her conscience was murdering her.
"It's not your fault. You had nothing to do with it." He muttered, looking away.
She gulped. He had no idea how wrong he was. "I feel awful. I put her through to his machine." The message she left had signed Jessie's death warrant. "I should have noticed she wasn't feeling alright. I should have talked to her. It's so horrible."
"It's okay. I couldn't stop her either." His voice cracked, and Becky knew it was time to quit. She fidgeted nervously.
Finally she looked at the clock on the wall. "I'm going to see what's taking him so long." She said quickly, heading for the large double doors.
James's eyes followed her out. Her nervousness had given her away, he knew she knew what was happening. It seemed like everyone besides him knew what was going on. He frowned at the paper in his hands.
Becky entered the office and looked around. It was empty. She sighed and walked over to the far wall, pressing it lightly. It smoothly moved away from her hand, revealing a small lab. Becky shivered as she saw Giovanni watching his beloved prisoner. He did that so often lately, it seemed every time she came in he was eyeing Jessie. Becky didn't even want to know what he could be thinking about her. "Sir?"
He jumped slightly at her voice, obviously shaken out of deep thought. He turned to her. "She's nearly awake. I want you to stay here while I deal with him." He jerked his head in the direction of the waiting room as he pulled out a gun, pressing it into Becky's hands. "Make sure she stays quiet. That nuisance is annoying enough when he doesn't know anything." He growled.
"But-but sir... I, I, I couldn't..." Becky stammered, staring at the gun with horror.
"She doesn't have to know that." Giovanni said simply, heading through the wall. He turned back to her. "If he does find out about this, you realize I'll have to have him killed." He said, then pushed the wall back into place.
Becky gulped tensely at the overwhelming silence, then turned to the unconscious girl. Jessie stirred slightly. "Please don't wake up, Jessie." Becky barelly whispered. Jessie moaned softly and moved a little. Becky held her breath, fighting back tears. She was a member of Team Rocket, this shouldn't bother her. It did, though. It scared her to the core. Jessie had always been a good friend of hers. This was awful. "Jessie..."
"You wanted to see me, sir?" James asked softly.
"Yes... Have a seat." Giovanni turned his chair to face James. "My condolences on your loss." He said, thoughtfully faking sincerity.
"We're from Team Rocket, sir. Death is always a possibility." James said numbly, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
"That's a good boy. She was just another colleague to you, eh?" James cringed slightly, but Giovanni didn't seem to notice. In fact, he seemed genuinely impressed. "Now, let's discuss this new plan."
Jessie's eyes fluttered halfway open, and she groaned. "What? Where am I?" She asked groggily. She tried to move, then looked over to see what was stopping it. At the sight of all the wires in her arm, her eyes widened in terror. Becky jumped up towards her as she opened her mouth to shriek.
James glanced nervously at the wall as the sound of a muffled scream followed by several clunks and thuds sounded from it. "What was that?" He asked quickly.
Giovanni glared at the wall, inwardly cursing Becky's conscience. "Ignore it. There's some construction going on next door. Somebody probably just fell." He turned to James. "Let's get back to business." He said hurriedly.
Jessie struggled as Becky tried to cover her mouth. "Get your hands off of me!" Jessie bit down hard on Becky's hand, and she hurriedly pulled it away, biting her lip to avoid screaming. Jessie glared at her and yanked her arms away.
"Stop it! Jessie, you'll hurt yourself!" Becky pleaded quietly, glancing nervously at the wall. "The boss is in a meeting. If you keep this up, he'll kill us both."
"It appears he's already planning to kill me." Jessie hissed. "Why should I care what happens to you? You've been in on this all along, haven't you?" She struggled against her restraints, then gasped as an electric shock went through her.
"Jessie, stop it! I'm sorry!" Becky cried. "I didn't want this to happen. I really didn't." She glanced back at the wall. "James is in there."
"James?!" Jessie froze. "The boss has him, too?"
"He's in for a meeting. He was told that you committed suicide yesterday." Becky glanced at her feet. "He doesn't know about this... If he does find out, the boss is gonna kill him." She looked up.
"He knows." Jessie said softly. "He wasn't very far away when they got me. I'm sure he at least heard." Jessie was surprised he hadn't gotten caught. They really hadn't seen him? Becky was both relieved and alarmed by this new information.
"Then he must be playing along." She said, more to herself then to Jessie. "I thought he was taking this whole thing pretty well to believe you were dead."
Jessie ignored this last remark and looked at the machine she was hooked up to. "What are they doing to me?" She asked nervously. Becky just shook her head.
"I don't think you want to know." She said quietly, and Jessie gulped.
James glanced back at the wall nervously. As quickly as they had begun, the noises died down. "Are you sure it's okay? It sounded pretty bad." It had sounded like Jessie.
"Of course it's okay." Giovanni said curtly. "Anyway, I think were done here. Unless you have anything you need to say, you may leave now." He motioned to the door. "Have a nice day."
"Yes, sir. Goodbye." James bowed slightly and turned to go. As soon as the doors closed behind him, he turned around and glared at them. That man was up to something, that was obvious. James just wondered what it was.
The wall swung open, and both girls snapped their heads towards the ominous figure now entering. Becky stood up and hurriedly shoved the gun back into her boss's hands. "I'll be going now, sir." She said quickly, heading for the wall. He put an arm in her way, stopping her.
"I'm disappointed in you, Rebecca. You nearly blew the whole thing back there." Becky bowed her head in shame.
I'm very sorry, sir." She said quietly. He released her.
"Make sure no one enters here. I want no one anywhere near my office for at least an hour. No phone calls, no visitors, nothing. Don't disappoint me again." Becky nodded rapidly and ran out, shutting the wall as she left. Giovanni turned his attention to the other person in the room. "Hello, Jessica."
"Piss off." Jessie turned away.
"Now now, such language, Jessie dear. Is something wrong?" He asked with mock sincerity. "You know my employee's happiness is always my highest priority."
"Of course not. Everything is just perfect. I love this sort of thing." Now it was Jessie's turn to be sarcastic. "Besides, what can you do to me? I'm already dead, right? Since yesterday, if I'm not mistaken."
"Yes, well that's what we told him." Giovanni stood very close to her, towering over her menacingly. "What I need to know, is what you told him." Jessie looked up questioningly, and he continued: "It will help me determine how high a priority exterminating him will be."
Jessie's eyes widened in sheer terror, and she quickly choked on her tears. "I didn't tell him anything." She whispered, her voice tight as she attempted to hold back a sob. This was all her fault. She had gotten him involved...
"That's a lie, Jessie."
"I only told him that you scared me, and that I hated working for a demon like you. That's all." A single tear slid down her cheek as she turned away. If he was killed, she'd never forgive herself. Not that she'd be around to know.
"All lies come from hell, Jessie."
"That's it!! I told him that he was nice, and that I wished other people could be as sweet as him. Nothing else." She gulped. "I don't even know anything else."
"That's not true." Giovanni's hand came down on her neck, slowly grabbing her collar as he spoke. She gulped again and turned to him. "Why don't you explain this to me: You see, there's this ex-worker of mine. She could be anyone. Let's just call her..." He tightened his grip, and she gagged slightly. "...'Jessie'. Anyway, a few days ago this girl, Jessie, came in. Was she supposed to be here? No, she wasn't. She certainly shouldn't have been near my office. Jessie must have taken a wrong turn, didn't she? Or maybe, she was spying. Do you think?" He said threateningly.
"I wasn't spying!" she choked. "I was quitting! But then I heard all the screaming. I thought someone was hurt! I just wanted to help, really!" His grip tightened, and she couldn't say anything else.
"Nice." He said scornfully. "Anyway, this Jessie girl, she saw something she shouldn't have. She saw an experiment, a human one, right? With another 'fallen' member of Team Rocket, right? Just like what she was about to become, right? I think it was even with this same machine. Do you think so?"
"What is it?! What is this thing? What are you doing to me? What did you do to her?!" Jessie asked hoarsely. "Did you... Did you kill her?"
"Oh, come on, Jessie. You've always hated Cassidy, right? What do you care what happened to her?"
"But, I..." Jessie didn't like her, but she certainly didn't want her dead.
"She had made a deal with the police. She was going to talk in exchange for a lighter sentence. Her partner, too. We can't have such treason. They needed to be 'reprimanded'." He took her face gruffly in his hand, forcing her to face him. "And you saw. And you quit. You were planning to talk, too, weren't you? We can't have tattlers."
"No..." He shook her roughly before she could say anything more.
"Of course not. You need correction too, don't you? But take heart, Jessie. With your high tolerance to pain, your general health, and your seeming resistance to electricity, I'm sure you have at least a 20% chance of living. You know what they say, third times the charm. Would you like a kiss goodbye?" He moved towards her, and she spit on him.
For a second she thought he was going to hit her, but he just wiped it away with a handkerchief, which he stuffed into her mouth. "Of course, if you don't survive, we can always use your man." She growled something against the handkerchief and he flipped a switch. The machine began to hum as he turned to her. "Welcome to the Legion, my dear." He slowly raised a lever, and Jessie gasped as the first traces of electricity shot through her body.
James quickly slipped around the side of the building, his back to the wall. There had to be another entrance. He had seen a few windows, but they had all been too high to reach. He looked up. There was a window, about ten feet above his head. He frowned. Was it worth it?
He sighed. At least it was lower then some of the other ones. He might as well try. He noticed a crack in the wall, and jumped up to try to catch it. He missed it, and fell back to the ground. A pokeball fell from his belt, bouncing off the ground. It spouted open.
"Charbok!" Arbok hissed.
"Arbok!" James yelled. "Give me a hand here, will you?" Arbok looked around, then shrugged his coils, looking up questioningly. "Just help me get to that window." James said. Arbok nodded and grabbed James by the back of his neck. He raised the boy up as high as he could, but here were still a good five feet to go. Arbok flicked his head, tossing him the rest of the way up.
James squealed and flailed his arms wildly, barelly catching the windowsill. Fortunately, the window was rather sunk in, and he managed to obtain a precarious balance. He looked in the window and froze, horrified.
"You see, dearest, this machine channels the energy of psychic pokemon. You've heard of Mew, right? Well, I have created a clone, a superior version of it. His name is Mewtwo. This machine is hooked up to his restraint mechanisms." He pressed a few buttons, and a long stream of paper began spewing out. He took it and looked at it. "Impressive... You're holding up wonderfully."
Jessie finally got the handkerchief out of her mouth. "What's happening? What are you doing to me?" She hissed through clenched teeth, holding back a scream.
"Well..." He kept his eyes on the paper. "Astounding... This is most encouraging. You've got a good chance here!" He glanced up. "Oh yes. You see, Jessie, this machine is going to give Mewtwo total control of your body."
"WHAT?!!"
"It's quite simple, actually. Mewtwo controls you, I control Mewtwo. In effect, you become my slave. Would you rather be called a puppet?"
"You're insane!" The electricity had intensified to a nearly unbearable level. She writhed a little, then let out a scream as he raised it even higher.
"Incredible!" Giovanni looked at the papers ecstatically, totally ignoring her pain. "Cassidy was dead by now. You're doing great." He looked up at her. "Now we just leave it like this for ten minutes, then crank it up to full."
Ten minutes?! Well, at least she had time to get right with the world. She thought she could make it for now. "Mom.." She thought to herself. "I'm sorry I broke your favorite vase. I miss you so much, Mommy. I hope I'll get to see you soon. Zee, I'm sorry I let you get blamed for it. I'm sorry I always called you a brat. I'm sorry I yelled at you for messing with my makeup. Charley, I'm sorry I always stole your comics. I'm sorry..." She continued to list everything she had ever done to her family.
"I'm sorry... So very sorry... I joined Team Rocket. Dad..." She smiled bitterly. At least this one wouldn't take much time. "Look what you've done. I hope you're happy with yourself." That only left one person... "James..." She gulped. She'd never get through all of the things she wanted to say to him, not if she had all day. "I'm sorry you ever met me." A tear slipped down her face, steaming from the intense electricity. "I hope you live through this..."
She forced her eyes open. Giovanni was watching her intently, but she felt like someone else was as well. She glanced around the room, and her gaze caught something lavender in the window. Her eyes widened.
James pounded on the window, on the verge of tears. What was happening? What was that man doing to her?!" The window was bulletproof and soundproof. He knew he couldn't break it, but he pounded a few more times. "Jessie!" Her delicate body convulsed slightly, and she screamed again. "No!! Oh, God no... Jessie!" He leaned his head against the window, tears streaming down his face.
Suddenly, he realized she had seen him. Their eyes locked, and her lips formed a single word: "James." She suddenly realized she had given him away. She turned away, embarrassed. James shook his head and pounded on the glass again. It was unbearably aggravating, seeing her in such intolerable pain without, yet helpless to stop it. He pounded again, hoping to get her to look back at him.
However, James' Boss had heard Jessie say his name, and James felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as Giovanni turned around to face him. James began to shake terribly as the two men exchanged powerful glares. If looks could kill, both of them would have probably crumbled away immediately. Suddenly, Giovanni got a dangerously smug look on his face. James could only watch helplessly as the older man walked towards his partner.
Giovanni took her face again, and she scowled at him. "I think I'll take that kiss now." He grinned, pulling her towards him. Jessie screamed and tried to pull away. She had been weakened by all the electricity, however, and only put up a slight struggle.
Suddenly, a beeping noise came from the control panel. Giovanni turned to glare at it. The ten minutes were up, he'd better start the final phase. He growled, but released her. As he walked over to the machine's controls, Jessie threw one last forlorn look to the boy in the window. "Goodbye." She whispered softly as unconsciousness began to take over.
"Goodbye?! No! Jessie, don't go, please don't leave me like this." James was nearly crying again. Jessie, I love you." He whispered. He wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but he knew that he cared about her more than anybody in the world, including himself. She couldn't hear him anyway, she had given up trying to stay awake. "Jessie..." Then the machine was cranked up to full power, and she shrieked so loud he swore he felt the glass shake.
"This is what killed Butch." Giovanni said simply. He looked up, the electricity was visibly dancing over her body. She screamed one last time, and her body went totally limp. "And you too, apparently." He stared at her disappointedly for a second, then glanced back to the window. James was gone. He knew he should call security, but at the moment, he couldn't seem to make himself care.
As haughty and uncaring as he had tried to pass himself off as, he had expected her to survive. He wouldn't have sent her through it if he hadn't. He sighed disappointedly and started looking through the papers. He wanted to see where it had went wrong. He couldn't seem to find anything. Finally, he looked up. "Jessie?!"
To Be Continued...
(-/\-) <- A silent prayer
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