Some time later
In the official's office they were presented with evidence from their little undercover job, that Dr. Morrison was not in this alone. There was some big corporation that was funding the whole thing, but what they had was not evidence enough to prove it.
They needed to take another little trip, which did not make Claire one bit, happy.
Darien was just almost recovered. Now using a cane instead of crutches. He walked over to Claire showing her he was fine, by trying to dance but tripped. He didn't quite have the full use of his leg back. Even with that she insisted on coming along.
The Corporation Morrison and Platt was run out of Salt Lake City. The 'fish sprang for tickets this time but poor Bobby was left holding the tab for the motel room. Upon arriving Claire rented a van that looked surprisingly like the Hobbes mobile.
They drove to the motel straight from the airport. A motel 6 was all that Bobby could afford. At least that's what he made everyone think. But hey it was a bed. Claire checked over Darien's leg again. She was still not completely convinced he was as recovered as he let on. Her suspicions were correct. He was running a low-grade fever so she wanted him to take it easy. But they had a job to do and needed to get it done before the corporation got wind of Dr. Morrison's arrest.
Bobby was not very happy about Claire's insistence that she go along. But the plan was for her and Bobby to create a diversion while Fawkes got the goods on these corporate types. The hard bed and her concern for Darien kept her awake. So she figured the chair was better than tossing and turning in a hard bed all night.
When they all finally awoke Claire had been sitting in the chair for most of the night. Her hand was propping up her head and she seemed to be staring into nothingness. But she was just contemplating yelling at the official again about the same thing she had been yelling about for the past several weeks, Darien.
"Hey Claire, Something wrong with your bed?" Bobby asked as he looked over at a bed that wasn't even slept in.
Yeah, something like that. Darien's been running a fever all night so I've just been making sure he was okay.
Is he all right enough to do the job?
I think so I gave him some meds at about 2 am I think they worked. Lets just make this quick I don't want him out here any longer than he has to.
Okay whatever you say. Just you tell 'him' that.
"What am I chopped suey? I'm here you know, I can answer for myself."
"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were still asleep." Claire said with a bit of surprise to her voice.
"No been awake for about an hour watching you. I think those pills you gave me really worked. I feel better already!"
"Okay then quit jawing your mouth and Let's Go! Oh and Fawkes I put a tracker on you just in case."
You did WHAT?
Hey if we lose you...
It's really for the best. Claire said.
"I know, I know." He said sheepishly."
They took off to Morrison and Platt, which was situated near the airport surrounded by an electric fence. So it was going to be a bit of a challenge to get in.
Their cover, associates to Dr. Morrison. It seems some people with some high connections namely the official. Set up a little meeting with Mr. Platt saying they had gone into business with Dr. Morrison and would like to learn more about how everything was run...
When they arrived they were ushered into the Platt offices. Just before getting to the office Darien quickly ducked into an empty office and went see-through and then caught up with the group.
"So Miss...?
"Oh it's Keeply Claire Keeply she said as she reached her hand out to Mr. Platt.
"Ah nice meeting you I'm Mark Platt you can call me Mark. Andrew didn't call about you coming or I would have been sure to send a car to the airport to pick you up."
'Oh that's okay, Andrew was in the middle of a very delicate procedure."
"Ah, so you know about it then."
"I believe so yes." Bobby said suspiciously.
"So you've seen Mr. Fawkes and his wonderful million dollar gland then?"
"Oh him yes?"
"Hobbes, he's talking about me, he said they were gonna take out the gland did you hear that?" Bobby ignored Darien and pushed him away like he was waving away a fly.
"Is there anyway we could possibly get a tour of your fine facility here? Andrew told us that we would get only the very best treatment from you and your staff."
"But what we would really like is that tour." Bobby said with a bit of an arrogant air about him as he paced the room. "Hobbes hurry we don't have much time here."
Fawkes whispered.
" Well, If Dr. Morrison said this well then follow me."
They followed Mr. Platt out the door while Darien stayed behind.
He rummaged through everything he could find and stuck a disk in the computer. It was one of those do it yourself jobbies like they gave him to get the files off the chrysalis computer. After what happened there he should've known. He limped over to a wall safe and just as he opened it the alarms started going off like crazy.
Leaving his guests behind in an empty office Mr. Platt came in adorned with thermal glasses. His men grabbed Darien by each arm startled he dropped his cane and desilvered. He fought to get away but it was useless they just slammed him against the wall where a large nail embedded itself in his shoulder causing him to scream out in pain. They then escorted him to another room and shoved him into the center of it.
Mr. Platt entered the room one of his men hand cuffed Darien to a rather large hook in the ceiling and walked away. He hung there with his long legs barely able to reach the floor. Mark walked up to him. "Hello Mr. Fawkes he said callously pacing in a circle around him.
"Wha... How...'
"Ah Mr. Fawkes have we a loss of words?" he asked as he drew back and punched Darien in the stomach. Expelling the air, he doubled over as much as he could putting strain on his wrists. "We can make this simple or we can make this much more painful.
'I was afraid of that." He said in defeat.
"Yes now whom are you working for?"
I don't think I want to tell you that.
With that he motioned to one of his men who picked up Darien's cane and slammed it hard onto his leg. The pain shot through him forcing him to scream out in agony.
'You'll answer me Mr. Fawkes or you will suffer the consequences."
"I... AM... NOT... GOING... TO... ANSWER... YOU!!!"
In the official's office they were presented with evidence from their little undercover job, that Dr. Morrison was not in this alone. There was some big corporation that was funding the whole thing, but what they had was not evidence enough to prove it.
They needed to take another little trip, which did not make Claire one bit, happy.
Darien was just almost recovered. Now using a cane instead of crutches. He walked over to Claire showing her he was fine, by trying to dance but tripped. He didn't quite have the full use of his leg back. Even with that she insisted on coming along.
The Corporation Morrison and Platt was run out of Salt Lake City. The 'fish sprang for tickets this time but poor Bobby was left holding the tab for the motel room. Upon arriving Claire rented a van that looked surprisingly like the Hobbes mobile.
They drove to the motel straight from the airport. A motel 6 was all that Bobby could afford. At least that's what he made everyone think. But hey it was a bed. Claire checked over Darien's leg again. She was still not completely convinced he was as recovered as he let on. Her suspicions were correct. He was running a low-grade fever so she wanted him to take it easy. But they had a job to do and needed to get it done before the corporation got wind of Dr. Morrison's arrest.
Bobby was not very happy about Claire's insistence that she go along. But the plan was for her and Bobby to create a diversion while Fawkes got the goods on these corporate types. The hard bed and her concern for Darien kept her awake. So she figured the chair was better than tossing and turning in a hard bed all night.
When they all finally awoke Claire had been sitting in the chair for most of the night. Her hand was propping up her head and she seemed to be staring into nothingness. But she was just contemplating yelling at the official again about the same thing she had been yelling about for the past several weeks, Darien.
"Hey Claire, Something wrong with your bed?" Bobby asked as he looked over at a bed that wasn't even slept in.
Yeah, something like that. Darien's been running a fever all night so I've just been making sure he was okay.
Is he all right enough to do the job?
I think so I gave him some meds at about 2 am I think they worked. Lets just make this quick I don't want him out here any longer than he has to.
Okay whatever you say. Just you tell 'him' that.
"What am I chopped suey? I'm here you know, I can answer for myself."
"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were still asleep." Claire said with a bit of surprise to her voice.
"No been awake for about an hour watching you. I think those pills you gave me really worked. I feel better already!"
"Okay then quit jawing your mouth and Let's Go! Oh and Fawkes I put a tracker on you just in case."
You did WHAT?
Hey if we lose you...
It's really for the best. Claire said.
"I know, I know." He said sheepishly."
They took off to Morrison and Platt, which was situated near the airport surrounded by an electric fence. So it was going to be a bit of a challenge to get in.
Their cover, associates to Dr. Morrison. It seems some people with some high connections namely the official. Set up a little meeting with Mr. Platt saying they had gone into business with Dr. Morrison and would like to learn more about how everything was run...
When they arrived they were ushered into the Platt offices. Just before getting to the office Darien quickly ducked into an empty office and went see-through and then caught up with the group.
"So Miss...?
"Oh it's Keeply Claire Keeply she said as she reached her hand out to Mr. Platt.
"Ah nice meeting you I'm Mark Platt you can call me Mark. Andrew didn't call about you coming or I would have been sure to send a car to the airport to pick you up."
'Oh that's okay, Andrew was in the middle of a very delicate procedure."
"Ah, so you know about it then."
"I believe so yes." Bobby said suspiciously.
"So you've seen Mr. Fawkes and his wonderful million dollar gland then?"
"Oh him yes?"
"Hobbes, he's talking about me, he said they were gonna take out the gland did you hear that?" Bobby ignored Darien and pushed him away like he was waving away a fly.
"Is there anyway we could possibly get a tour of your fine facility here? Andrew told us that we would get only the very best treatment from you and your staff."
"But what we would really like is that tour." Bobby said with a bit of an arrogant air about him as he paced the room. "Hobbes hurry we don't have much time here."
Fawkes whispered.
" Well, If Dr. Morrison said this well then follow me."
They followed Mr. Platt out the door while Darien stayed behind.
He rummaged through everything he could find and stuck a disk in the computer. It was one of those do it yourself jobbies like they gave him to get the files off the chrysalis computer. After what happened there he should've known. He limped over to a wall safe and just as he opened it the alarms started going off like crazy.
Leaving his guests behind in an empty office Mr. Platt came in adorned with thermal glasses. His men grabbed Darien by each arm startled he dropped his cane and desilvered. He fought to get away but it was useless they just slammed him against the wall where a large nail embedded itself in his shoulder causing him to scream out in pain. They then escorted him to another room and shoved him into the center of it.
Mr. Platt entered the room one of his men hand cuffed Darien to a rather large hook in the ceiling and walked away. He hung there with his long legs barely able to reach the floor. Mark walked up to him. "Hello Mr. Fawkes he said callously pacing in a circle around him.
"Wha... How...'
"Ah Mr. Fawkes have we a loss of words?" he asked as he drew back and punched Darien in the stomach. Expelling the air, he doubled over as much as he could putting strain on his wrists. "We can make this simple or we can make this much more painful.
'I was afraid of that." He said in defeat.
"Yes now whom are you working for?"
I don't think I want to tell you that.
With that he motioned to one of his men who picked up Darien's cane and slammed it hard onto his leg. The pain shot through him forcing him to scream out in agony.
'You'll answer me Mr. Fawkes or you will suffer the consequences."
"I... AM... NOT... GOING... TO... ANSWER... YOU!!!"