Sorry it took so long to get this done, unfortunately life sometimes gets in the way of doing the fun stuff. The disclaimer's at the first chapter. Well anyway enough of my blabbering here's the end of the story...
Hobbes looked over at Darien's table. "Hey, where did he go?" he asked Claire.
"Probably to the bathroom."
"I'd better go check."
Hobbes walked into the bathroom. "Fawkes." He looked around and saw something on the sink. Hobbes' eyes widened. It was Darien's tracking device. As he picked it up something cold brushed his hand.
"What the..." Hobbes furrowed his eyebrows. He picked up the note and let the quick silver fall off it. "Shit," he said after reading it. He checked out the window but they were already gone. He ran out to Claire. "They got him."
"What?"
Hobbes handed her the note.
She covered her mouth as she read. "But we'll find him. He's wearing a tracking..."
Hobbes held up the tracking device.
"Bobby, what do we do? If they harvest the gland it'll kill him."
They got up to leave. Hobbes saw Alex sitting at the table, waiting for Darien. He couldn't just leave her there.
"Alex? Come with me."
"Where's Darien?"
"I'll explain on the way."
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Darien awoke in a padded cell, wearing a straight jacket. "Now why does this seem familiar?" he thought. He had a terrible headache. As soon as he had gotten in the van they had drugged him.
Darien had no idea how long he'd been out but judging by the pain in his head it had been awhile. He leaned against the wall and stood up. This was difficult considering he had no use of his arms and his leg was in a cast.
He looked into the mirror that he was sure was two way. His eyes were bloodshot. "Uh, guys?" he said addressing the mirror. "I'm hungry."
"Hello Mr. Fawkes."
It was the man from the bathroom. "I'll have someone bring you something. Don't attempt to escape. You're on the brink of quicksilver madness and going invisible will just speed up the process. Unfortunately we have no counteragent as of yet."
Darien laughed inwardly at the thought of himself escaping. He had one good leg and no use of his arms what was he going to do? Hop out? "So how do you know so much about me?" Darien asked.
"I've done my homework."
"Oh. So that means you know that harvesting the gland will kill me."
"Yes we know."
Darien thought fast. "And you also know that the gland will be useless once it's harvested."
There was silence. Darien didn't change his expression but he knew he had them wondering.
"No it won't." he finally said.
"You didn't know? My brother designed the gland so once it was removed it wouldn't work. You know to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Like your for example."
"You're lying."
"Am I?"
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The official was surprisingly calm. "We know who the fingerprints that were on the note belong to. He's one of the terrorists, David Goretti."
Hobbes was pacing around the room while Claire and Alex sat in the chairs in front of the Official's desk. "Why was the note quick silvered?"
The Official explained, "Goretti is a smart man. He probably made Darien show him the note. Without it we wouldn't know what had happened. Fortunately Fawkes is smart too. He quick silvered the note and left it where you would find it."
"I don't understand," Alex piped up. "They kidnapped Darien because he can go invisible?"
"No," Claire explained. "They took Darien to get the gland that enables him to go invisible."
"So are they going to let him go when they get it?" Alex watched as Claire and the official exchanged uncomfortable glances.
"Well the problem is, no one has found a safe way to get the gland out. If they remove it, the process will kill him." Claire told her.
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Pain shot through Darien's head. 'I am really getting tired of quick silver madness,' he thought. His mind wandered back to the last time. He had walked around Alex taunting her. Then it hit him. 'I walked.'
Something about quick silver madness made it possible for Darien to walk, even on his broken leg. He quickly formed a plan. He leaned against the wall across from the mirror. Darien smiled at it then quick silvered.
"Mr. Fawkes what are you doing?" The man from the bathroom said into the microphone. "Are you crazy?"
"Not yet but I will be." Darien answered. Pain shot through his skull and he fell to the ground, still invisible.
The man from the bathroom came in with a syringe, probably full of a sedative. He didn't know Darien could walk. He groped around searching for Darien.
Darien snuck out while he till had some control of himself. He shut the door with his shoulder, locking the man in.
He remained quick silvered, the damage was done now. He limped down the hallway due to his heavy cast but was surprised that he felt no pain. Darien's arms were still tied in the straight jacket.
He turned the corner and ran into a man dressed in a black suit. He fell backwards and the quick silver flaked off him.
"And where do you think you're going Mr. Fawkes?" the man asked looking down at him as he struggled to get up. The man pulled out a needle and stuck it into the back of Darien's neck.
Darien slumped as everything around him blurred.
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"What if this isn't the place?" Claire asked. She was sitting next to Hobbes a he drove the poor excuse for a van. "They may have already..."
"We'll get him back Claire," Hobbes assured her.
They had found out that Goretti worked at a private doctor's office.
Hobbes pulled into a parking lot. "This is it."
They got out of the van and walked to into the building. Claire went over to the secretary.
Hobbes watched as Claire shot her with a sedative. The secretary slumped in her seat. He ran over as Claire went behind the desk. She started typing on the computer.
"Bobby he's here! He's scheduled for surgery at eleven o'clock."
Hobbes checked his watch. "It's quarter of. Do you know where he is?"
"Operating room three. I don't know where that is though."
"Alright then let's get a move on."
They ran down the hallway. It split in two. They chose left.
"Look Bobby, OR 1." They ran farther. "OR 2." Then the hall stopped.
"Damnit, it must be in the other hall."
They turned around and sprinted to the other hall. Hobbes checked his watch. "Five minutes."
"Here it is!" she cried.
"Watch out," Hobbes said. He pulled out his gun and opened the door.
Alex blonde man, who Hobbes recognized as Goretti, was standing over Darien holding a scalpel.
"Don't move." Hobbes pointed his gun at Goretti.
Goretti looked up, the scalpel inches from Darien's head. He smiled. "Agent Hobbes. How good of you to join us."
Hobbes glared at him his gun steady.
"Well you have a choice Agent Hobbes, let me go, or I'll kill him." Goretti flipped the scalpel in his hand and held it like a knife over Darien's head.
"Sorry but neither is going to happen."
"That's too bad. Such a waste." Goretti's arm plunged downward and Hobbes unloaded his gun into him.
Goretti dropped to the floor, dead.
"Claire."
She walked in and quickly went to Darien. She lifted his eyelid to check his pupils and gasped.
"What?"
"His eyes are bright red. They should only be bloodshot right now. He must have quick silvered." Claire said looking at Darien's tattoo. She gave him the counteragent and watched the tattoo slowly change to bright green.
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Darien awoke with a terrible headache. He groaned and put his hand to his head. He opened his eyes to see Claire, Hobbes, the Official, and Alex standing over him.
He quick silvered his hand and looked through it. "Well I'm guessing I still have the gland," he said as he shook the quick silver off.
"How are you feeling?" Claire asked.
"Like I was run over by a car. No scratch that. I've been run over by a car. I wish I felt like I was run over by a car." Darien smiled at Alex.
"Fawkes, what were you doing going into that bathroom by yourself?" scolded Hobbes.
"Gee I dunno. Saving your lives."
The official spoke. "Good thinking quick silvering that note. We might not have found you otherwise." The official patted him on the shoulder and exited the lab.
"Darien did you quick silver while you were captured?" Claire asked.
"Yeah I remembered when I went QSM with Alex. For some reason I could walk on my leg. They had me in a straight jacket so I couldn't use my arms. I almost got away but I ran into that guy."
"Who? Goretti?" Hobbes asked.
"Who?"
"The blonde guy."
"Oh. Bathroom man. No it wasn't him."
Hobbes looked at him incredulously. "Bathroom man?"
"The guy from the bathroom."
"Oh."
"What happened to him anyway?" Darien asked.
"He was about to stab you with a scalpel so I shot him. Three or four times."
"Thanks man." Darien said. He looked at Alex. "Hey do you want to try the dinner thing again?"
"Oh no," Claire said. "No, no, no. You are spending at least a day doing nothing but resting."
"Aw, come on Claire. Please?"
"No."
Darien gave her the most pathetic look he could muster.
She softened. "You can't go out but you can get take-in if you really want to."
"I guess I can live with that." He looked at Alex.
"Sure," she said.
He eased off the chair. They said goodbye to Claire and walked to Alex's car.
Alex got in and Hobbes stood next to Darien on the passenger's side. Darien cleared his throat. "Uh, thanks Hobbes."
"Not a problem for Bobby Hobbes."
Darien shook his head. "Don't make me bring up the time..."
"Ok, ok. See you later."
"Bye." Darien got in the car after an awkward display with his crutches.
"So what do you want to eat?" Alex asked.
"Anything but burgers."
Hobbes looked over at Darien's table. "Hey, where did he go?" he asked Claire.
"Probably to the bathroom."
"I'd better go check."
Hobbes walked into the bathroom. "Fawkes." He looked around and saw something on the sink. Hobbes' eyes widened. It was Darien's tracking device. As he picked it up something cold brushed his hand.
"What the..." Hobbes furrowed his eyebrows. He picked up the note and let the quick silver fall off it. "Shit," he said after reading it. He checked out the window but they were already gone. He ran out to Claire. "They got him."
"What?"
Hobbes handed her the note.
She covered her mouth as she read. "But we'll find him. He's wearing a tracking..."
Hobbes held up the tracking device.
"Bobby, what do we do? If they harvest the gland it'll kill him."
They got up to leave. Hobbes saw Alex sitting at the table, waiting for Darien. He couldn't just leave her there.
"Alex? Come with me."
"Where's Darien?"
"I'll explain on the way."
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Darien awoke in a padded cell, wearing a straight jacket. "Now why does this seem familiar?" he thought. He had a terrible headache. As soon as he had gotten in the van they had drugged him.
Darien had no idea how long he'd been out but judging by the pain in his head it had been awhile. He leaned against the wall and stood up. This was difficult considering he had no use of his arms and his leg was in a cast.
He looked into the mirror that he was sure was two way. His eyes were bloodshot. "Uh, guys?" he said addressing the mirror. "I'm hungry."
"Hello Mr. Fawkes."
It was the man from the bathroom. "I'll have someone bring you something. Don't attempt to escape. You're on the brink of quicksilver madness and going invisible will just speed up the process. Unfortunately we have no counteragent as of yet."
Darien laughed inwardly at the thought of himself escaping. He had one good leg and no use of his arms what was he going to do? Hop out? "So how do you know so much about me?" Darien asked.
"I've done my homework."
"Oh. So that means you know that harvesting the gland will kill me."
"Yes we know."
Darien thought fast. "And you also know that the gland will be useless once it's harvested."
There was silence. Darien didn't change his expression but he knew he had them wondering.
"No it won't." he finally said.
"You didn't know? My brother designed the gland so once it was removed it wouldn't work. You know to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Like your for example."
"You're lying."
"Am I?"
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The official was surprisingly calm. "We know who the fingerprints that were on the note belong to. He's one of the terrorists, David Goretti."
Hobbes was pacing around the room while Claire and Alex sat in the chairs in front of the Official's desk. "Why was the note quick silvered?"
The Official explained, "Goretti is a smart man. He probably made Darien show him the note. Without it we wouldn't know what had happened. Fortunately Fawkes is smart too. He quick silvered the note and left it where you would find it."
"I don't understand," Alex piped up. "They kidnapped Darien because he can go invisible?"
"No," Claire explained. "They took Darien to get the gland that enables him to go invisible."
"So are they going to let him go when they get it?" Alex watched as Claire and the official exchanged uncomfortable glances.
"Well the problem is, no one has found a safe way to get the gland out. If they remove it, the process will kill him." Claire told her.
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Pain shot through Darien's head. 'I am really getting tired of quick silver madness,' he thought. His mind wandered back to the last time. He had walked around Alex taunting her. Then it hit him. 'I walked.'
Something about quick silver madness made it possible for Darien to walk, even on his broken leg. He quickly formed a plan. He leaned against the wall across from the mirror. Darien smiled at it then quick silvered.
"Mr. Fawkes what are you doing?" The man from the bathroom said into the microphone. "Are you crazy?"
"Not yet but I will be." Darien answered. Pain shot through his skull and he fell to the ground, still invisible.
The man from the bathroom came in with a syringe, probably full of a sedative. He didn't know Darien could walk. He groped around searching for Darien.
Darien snuck out while he till had some control of himself. He shut the door with his shoulder, locking the man in.
He remained quick silvered, the damage was done now. He limped down the hallway due to his heavy cast but was surprised that he felt no pain. Darien's arms were still tied in the straight jacket.
He turned the corner and ran into a man dressed in a black suit. He fell backwards and the quick silver flaked off him.
"And where do you think you're going Mr. Fawkes?" the man asked looking down at him as he struggled to get up. The man pulled out a needle and stuck it into the back of Darien's neck.
Darien slumped as everything around him blurred.
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"What if this isn't the place?" Claire asked. She was sitting next to Hobbes a he drove the poor excuse for a van. "They may have already..."
"We'll get him back Claire," Hobbes assured her.
They had found out that Goretti worked at a private doctor's office.
Hobbes pulled into a parking lot. "This is it."
They got out of the van and walked to into the building. Claire went over to the secretary.
Hobbes watched as Claire shot her with a sedative. The secretary slumped in her seat. He ran over as Claire went behind the desk. She started typing on the computer.
"Bobby he's here! He's scheduled for surgery at eleven o'clock."
Hobbes checked his watch. "It's quarter of. Do you know where he is?"
"Operating room three. I don't know where that is though."
"Alright then let's get a move on."
They ran down the hallway. It split in two. They chose left.
"Look Bobby, OR 1." They ran farther. "OR 2." Then the hall stopped.
"Damnit, it must be in the other hall."
They turned around and sprinted to the other hall. Hobbes checked his watch. "Five minutes."
"Here it is!" she cried.
"Watch out," Hobbes said. He pulled out his gun and opened the door.
Alex blonde man, who Hobbes recognized as Goretti, was standing over Darien holding a scalpel.
"Don't move." Hobbes pointed his gun at Goretti.
Goretti looked up, the scalpel inches from Darien's head. He smiled. "Agent Hobbes. How good of you to join us."
Hobbes glared at him his gun steady.
"Well you have a choice Agent Hobbes, let me go, or I'll kill him." Goretti flipped the scalpel in his hand and held it like a knife over Darien's head.
"Sorry but neither is going to happen."
"That's too bad. Such a waste." Goretti's arm plunged downward and Hobbes unloaded his gun into him.
Goretti dropped to the floor, dead.
"Claire."
She walked in and quickly went to Darien. She lifted his eyelid to check his pupils and gasped.
"What?"
"His eyes are bright red. They should only be bloodshot right now. He must have quick silvered." Claire said looking at Darien's tattoo. She gave him the counteragent and watched the tattoo slowly change to bright green.
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Darien awoke with a terrible headache. He groaned and put his hand to his head. He opened his eyes to see Claire, Hobbes, the Official, and Alex standing over him.
He quick silvered his hand and looked through it. "Well I'm guessing I still have the gland," he said as he shook the quick silver off.
"How are you feeling?" Claire asked.
"Like I was run over by a car. No scratch that. I've been run over by a car. I wish I felt like I was run over by a car." Darien smiled at Alex.
"Fawkes, what were you doing going into that bathroom by yourself?" scolded Hobbes.
"Gee I dunno. Saving your lives."
The official spoke. "Good thinking quick silvering that note. We might not have found you otherwise." The official patted him on the shoulder and exited the lab.
"Darien did you quick silver while you were captured?" Claire asked.
"Yeah I remembered when I went QSM with Alex. For some reason I could walk on my leg. They had me in a straight jacket so I couldn't use my arms. I almost got away but I ran into that guy."
"Who? Goretti?" Hobbes asked.
"Who?"
"The blonde guy."
"Oh. Bathroom man. No it wasn't him."
Hobbes looked at him incredulously. "Bathroom man?"
"The guy from the bathroom."
"Oh."
"What happened to him anyway?" Darien asked.
"He was about to stab you with a scalpel so I shot him. Three or four times."
"Thanks man." Darien said. He looked at Alex. "Hey do you want to try the dinner thing again?"
"Oh no," Claire said. "No, no, no. You are spending at least a day doing nothing but resting."
"Aw, come on Claire. Please?"
"No."
Darien gave her the most pathetic look he could muster.
She softened. "You can't go out but you can get take-in if you really want to."
"I guess I can live with that." He looked at Alex.
"Sure," she said.
He eased off the chair. They said goodbye to Claire and walked to Alex's car.
Alex got in and Hobbes stood next to Darien on the passenger's side. Darien cleared his throat. "Uh, thanks Hobbes."
"Not a problem for Bobby Hobbes."
Darien shook his head. "Don't make me bring up the time..."
"Ok, ok. See you later."
"Bye." Darien got in the car after an awkward display with his crutches.
"So what do you want to eat?" Alex asked.
"Anything but burgers."