Chapter
3
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Eberts slowly had a plan forming in his mind. He leaned over the chair that
the official was sitting in with the microphone in his hand. He whispered
something into The Fat Man's ear, a nickname for The Official. "Eberts I
finally don't have to tell you to shut up. Good thinking." The Official
chuckled. "Get to work Eberts, but first tell Fawkes."
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Claire quickly stood up and hastily said good-bye to Hobbes or Bobby as she
called him. "Wait! Hobbes yelled after her. "Want me to drive you home?"
"Bobby, I brought my own car, I just can't leave it here!" Claire responded.
"Sorry." Reaching the parking lot, she found her car and climbed in. Now
that she was alone she let her thoughts flow freely. Reaching her
apartment she walked in. She took a long warm shower and climbed into bed.
After a few hours of restless sleep she got up and walked into the small
kitchen thinking she might as well get a midnight snack. On the counter
she found Hobbes ID card. For a split second she heard a voice in the
back of her head…. *Bobby Hobbes Fish and Game* She smiled. After a few
minutes of thinking aimlessly she dropped the card looking around the
house. "How did Bobby get in here?" She thought. Biting her lower
lip she cautiously walked out of the kitchen. Turning on all of the lights in
her house she looked around whispering Hobbes name. She knew every hiding place
in this apartment. Satisfied that no one was in the house she went back
into the kitchen and started silently laughing. "Bobby is definitely getting to
me, I'm starting to get paranoid!" She thought. Eating a snack, she walked
upstairs and decided to ask Hobbes tomorrow about the card. By then it
was 1:00. Sliding into bed she fell a sleep fast.
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~ @ Hobbes Apartment 11:00 ~
Walking in his apartment Hobbes reflected on the time he had spent with
Claire. Walking into his bedroom he put on a loose shirt and lay on his
bed. Looking up he saw a needle hanging by a long string from his ceiling fan
with a little bit of blood on it. Freaked out he put on his shorts and ran out
of his apartment. Driving his van to Darien's apartment he slowed down and
calmly knocked on the door. After A few minutes the door opened to reveal
a very sleepy looking Darien. "Hobbes!?!" Darien almost shouted.
Hobbes quickly walked in and slammed the door behind him. "Fawkes, I
can't explain what I saw but please let me stay here tonight!!!" He begged,
sounding like a little child that was scared to death. Darien said yes
knowing that Hobbes had a terrible phobia for needles. He was also aware of the
plan and was struggling to keep from laughing. "But you have to sleep on the couch!" Darien shouted to Hobbes. Hobbes
was looking all around the room searching for anything. Soon after all was
quiet except for Hobbes snoring. Darien quicksilvered and (tried to) quietly
walk to Hobbes. On the floor he put a needle on the floor with a little bit of
ketchup (fake blood) on the floor and slipped into bed.
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~ Next morning ~
Hobbes
awoke and went walking into Darien's bedroom, not noticing the needle much to
the watchers dismay. Surprised that Darien was not there he looked around the
bedroom. Finding the clock he gasped, "10:00!!" Walking back out of the bedroom
he found the needle. He knew this was a trick. Calmly walking past the needle,
out the door, and in the car he drove away.
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Claire
walked into the Lab and waited for Darien. It was Monday and time for his fix.
After a while she sat down and started typing at her computer. Darien walked in looking as bored as ever
and sat in the chair he normally got his fix in. While getting his counteragent
ready she asked him, "Darien, did you come in my house while I was away?"
"Nope!" He tried to smile then ended up laughing. "Oh so you did!" Claire
demanded. "No! I didn't!" He responded. Seeing she wasn't going to get answers
from Darien she gave him the counteragent. The telephone rang. "Yes?……… No… Ok.
I'll send him up." Claire looked confused. The Official wants to see you.
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