Dangerous Intelligence
Chapter One: Late Night Watcher
I thought up this plot at about 11:00 at night, and I know it's been done in different ways before, but I thought it would be a good story and since it's SUMMER, I needed any ideas I could get! Enjoy Dangerous Intelligence, everyone!
From her perch on the fire escape, Cybersix could see her target: Patrolling the top of the warehouse with clumsy and gangly strides. Timing was everything at this point. If she'd made the least bit of noise while he was facing towards her, that would be that. He'd call for reeinforcements and the night would be wasted. Blame the high heels, she told herself as she leaped for the roof across the alley.
Her arrival was noted with a light thud, but the Fixed Idea strolling around the roof took no notice of it. Poor, dull creature that he was, he didn't hear Cybersix until she was nearly on top of him. By then, there was no time to react-only a Cyber could possibly be fast enough to block her attack. Several jabs to his neck and a well-aimed kick sent the Fixed Idea flying backwards over the edge of the roof.
Cybersix jumped after him, landing on her feet. The mutant, however, was not so lucky, and, even as she arrived, was beginning to evaporate. He left behind the familiar smell of burning carbon, empty clothes, and, beneath the shirt, a vial of green sustenance. A faint smile of relief crossed her face as she picked up the small glass tube and drained its contents. Thankfully, her need for it had been easily quenched-it seemed as though there were more and more Fixed Ideas around Meridiana. Of course, that made nighttime visits to Brandon, Julian, and Lucas more precarious, but Cybersix wasn't one to consider the risks of a two minute trip.
Looking up to judge where the best place to land would be, a light in a window caught her eye. She was puzzled at this; lighted windows held no interest for her. However, after a moment, she was shocked to realize there was a person watching her! Worse yet, he made no move to shut the window; he WANTED her to notice him.
She cursed softly. How much had he seen? And did it matter? Nearly the entire city was well aware that some mysterious lady was in the area, and was probably responsible for half the explosions and strange goings-on that took place. Hell, maybe even 80 percent of them. Still, something in this watcher's face made her... apprehensive, and that should have warned her.
But, being Cybersix (and being as cocky as any of the Cyber Series), she shook off the feeling of the piercing, interested eyes and leaped for the rooftops, heading back to her...well, Adrian Seidelman's apartment.
On Friday morning, received word that he was to have a new student in his English class. New students usually meant trouble-especially if Lori's gang got to them first.
But it couldn't be helped, and 5th period (English) started as usual. The new student, James Williams, was cute, in a preschoolish, teenybopper sort of way, and seemed to be very attentive: something Adrian wasn't used to.
In fact, the only interruption was when Lori passed James a note. James made a face at her and proceeded to fold the note into a paper airplane. There would most assuredly have been a fight, had Adrian not recognized the nature of the note. After all, he'd received one on his first day of teaching.
James was taunting Lori with the note when Adrian stepped in and deftly snatched the paper from James' hands. Perhaps you two could explain why you feel this.....letter is more important than your grade for the quarter?
Lori crossed her arms and stared defiantly at him. It was just innocent fun. Lighten up, Mr. Seidelman.
Adrian did no such thing, and turned to James. Innocent fun?
Well...I don't like getting those kinds of notes...so I guess I was making fun of her, yeah.
Oh? Is that the only reason you were making fun?
Well sir, no, it's not. With prompting, James went on: I also made fun because there's no way I'd go out with something like that. A smirk sat on his face as Adrian raised an eyebrow at him.
In the future, James, ignore her. And as for you, Lori, I'd advise you to stop pestering him.
Lori rolled her eyes, and Adrian proceeded up to the head of the room. He had barely turned around to face the class again when James' hand shot into the air. Yes, Mr. Williams? he asked impatiently.
I was just wondering, sir, what you thought about the number six.
Does he KNOW? A chill ran down Adrian's back, but he showed no sign that the boy's question had moved him in any way. This is English class, James, not Geometry. Now, if you'll open your books to page 256...I mean, 254...
James noted, with some satisfaction, that his teacher's hands shook ever so slightly as he picked up the teacher's guide. I've got you now...