Part 14
The Mighty eBees
I walk down the right corridor, the blue carpet squishy against my leather boots.The whole time I am listening patiently for alarms going off. I am able to move through the hall quickly, and unnoticable. I pull out a can of mace, that I keep handy sometimes, and spray in front of me every once in a while to make sure none of those little red lasers are protecting the hall.Just an old habit.If I went quicksilver, I probably could see them. I stop at one of the entrances to a curve in the hallway, and lead against the wall. I am spotted though, and a man dressed in black mugging outfit, comes running towards me gun cocked, and ready. I bet him to it though, by going invisible.
"Huh, where, he go? Must be another ghost." The guard says, and starts to walk away, but I tackle him, and remove his weapon. I look down at my not so innocent snake tattoo, only two portions are a different shade of silver than the rest, and I know for a fact, being how its not Monday, and its been two days since I got my shot, they are not red. I hear a beeping noise. Aw Crap, I set off an alarm. I realize it coming from my pants pocket, when it begins to talk." Fawkes, Keepie, I found them." I pull the black triangle ,that I had stuffed there earlier,out of my pocket. "On my way." I hurry toward the corridor, he had taken. I bump into Claire at the entrance of the three corridors."Sorry, keepie, "
"Its okay. " We rush down the left corridor.We see Bobby almost a hundred feet down the corridor, we race to him.
"You have nothing, no picks, -or- anything?" Eberts says quietly, he is struggling to remove some handcuffs. As we approach, Claire and I keep our eyes of his bruised body, he is only wearing a pair of blue stripped boxers, and many of his wounds are visual.
"No, I don't Eberts, you can wait a little while." Hobbes looks and see us, he puts away the gun he had had pointed at Eberts. "Fawkes might."
"I do." I say, and look for one in my pocket."What's with you pointing the gun at Eberts." I whisper to him. Hobbes doesn't answer.
"No, need got them now." He says dropping the handcuffs to the floor.
"How did you do that?" Hobbes asks.
"An old trick I learned from a contoursinist. I will need the pick for the anklecuffs, and it will be handy to free Monroe." He says.
"Really?" Hobbes asks.
Eberts shakes his head, and mumbles something about Hobbes being an idiot. I almost laugh.
I notice a thin film over his eyes, as I find one of the picks in my small case, and remove it. I hand it to him. "Here you go." I say, putting my palm, with the pick out to him. He reaches blindly for my hand.
"That torture left you really uncoordinated." Hobbes says. "His hand is right where you can easily reach." He is not looking Eberts directly in the eyes. I don't think he sees the filmy stuff over them.
Eberts finds my hand, and he carefully searches my palm for the pick. He mumbles something to Bobby through clinched teeth. He makes sure to weave around the unconconcious guards.After he picks up the pick delicately, bends down quickly,he moves his ankle a little, follows the metallic jingle, and unhooks his anklecuffs. He stands stiffly.
"Did they blind you before -or- after the torture, Eberts?" Claire asks concernly, watching his movements.
"Before." He begins to walk farther into the room. "Hey Monroe?" He calls.
"What?"
"Nevermind." He says and walks towards her. She tries to shrink into the wall for a minute. "I don't really have to free you, you know." He whispers to her. She says something back to him, I can't make out. He unhooks the manacles, and gives her the pick. He backs away from her.
"He's blind, I didn't notice, they blinded him." Hobbes says.
"Well, you were holding a gun to him when we walked in, I don't think you would still have the gun on those guards down there." I answer.
"When I came in, he was choking one of them with the chains on his handcuffs. " He says sounding serious.
I laugh. "Eberts, come on, I don't think so."
Claire frowns, "Now, is not the time for jokes, Hobbes."
"He's not joking." Alex says, free now, walking towards us.
Eberts mumbles something. Then says quietly, "Can we go now, I would really like to put some clothes on, I don't like running around in my boxers."
"Do you have spare clothes at the office?" Alex asks.
Eberts laughs. "Are we going back there?" He arches an eyebrow. It suprises me, it is so out of place for Eberts.
"We need to get you to Lab 1, you are in need of medical treatment." Claire tells him.
"Why there just gashes and burns, they will heal on their own." he snaps back. I wonder if he has decided to become Cocky after he became blind, -or- after the torture.
"Some look third degree, they will not heal on their own, you may need skin grafts."
He starts to laugh. It sounds evil and mechanical. A series of alarms begins to sound.
Claire pulls out her gun. "I'm sorry, Eberts, we need to bring you in." She says, and shoots a plastic dart into his neck. He starts to fall, and Alex catches him. I go over to her, and take him from her.
We rush out of the complex as fast as we can. Eberts is heavy, and drags me down a little. We get outside, and two cars are waiting for us, one the Official in his buick, and Hobbes van. Hobbes races for the van, and The Official tells me to bring Eberts here, and for Claire to get in, and for Hobbes to take me, and Alex as fast as possible in the van, back to the Agency.
We nod, and obey his orders. We pull off in our respectied vehicles, as men in black suits come running out of the building after us.Becoming a swarm of cars behind us, as we race away. They begin shooting, and Bobby races the van up to seventy five. A million thoughts are running through my head, and it doesn't hit me till we arrive safely at the Agency to ask Alex. "Are you alright?" She nods, and we head into the agency, giving me a tiny smile. "We need to worry about, Eberts, now, and not me."
The Mighty eBees
I walk down the right corridor, the blue carpet squishy against my leather boots.The whole time I am listening patiently for alarms going off. I am able to move through the hall quickly, and unnoticable. I pull out a can of mace, that I keep handy sometimes, and spray in front of me every once in a while to make sure none of those little red lasers are protecting the hall.Just an old habit.If I went quicksilver, I probably could see them. I stop at one of the entrances to a curve in the hallway, and lead against the wall. I am spotted though, and a man dressed in black mugging outfit, comes running towards me gun cocked, and ready. I bet him to it though, by going invisible.
"Huh, where, he go? Must be another ghost." The guard says, and starts to walk away, but I tackle him, and remove his weapon. I look down at my not so innocent snake tattoo, only two portions are a different shade of silver than the rest, and I know for a fact, being how its not Monday, and its been two days since I got my shot, they are not red. I hear a beeping noise. Aw Crap, I set off an alarm. I realize it coming from my pants pocket, when it begins to talk." Fawkes, Keepie, I found them." I pull the black triangle ,that I had stuffed there earlier,out of my pocket. "On my way." I hurry toward the corridor, he had taken. I bump into Claire at the entrance of the three corridors."Sorry, keepie, "
"Its okay. " We rush down the left corridor.We see Bobby almost a hundred feet down the corridor, we race to him.
"You have nothing, no picks, -or- anything?" Eberts says quietly, he is struggling to remove some handcuffs. As we approach, Claire and I keep our eyes of his bruised body, he is only wearing a pair of blue stripped boxers, and many of his wounds are visual.
"No, I don't Eberts, you can wait a little while." Hobbes looks and see us, he puts away the gun he had had pointed at Eberts. "Fawkes might."
"I do." I say, and look for one in my pocket."What's with you pointing the gun at Eberts." I whisper to him. Hobbes doesn't answer.
"No, need got them now." He says dropping the handcuffs to the floor.
"How did you do that?" Hobbes asks.
"An old trick I learned from a contoursinist. I will need the pick for the anklecuffs, and it will be handy to free Monroe." He says.
"Really?" Hobbes asks.
Eberts shakes his head, and mumbles something about Hobbes being an idiot. I almost laugh.
I notice a thin film over his eyes, as I find one of the picks in my small case, and remove it. I hand it to him. "Here you go." I say, putting my palm, with the pick out to him. He reaches blindly for my hand.
"That torture left you really uncoordinated." Hobbes says. "His hand is right where you can easily reach." He is not looking Eberts directly in the eyes. I don't think he sees the filmy stuff over them.
Eberts finds my hand, and he carefully searches my palm for the pick. He mumbles something to Bobby through clinched teeth. He makes sure to weave around the unconconcious guards.After he picks up the pick delicately, bends down quickly,he moves his ankle a little, follows the metallic jingle, and unhooks his anklecuffs. He stands stiffly.
"Did they blind you before -or- after the torture, Eberts?" Claire asks concernly, watching his movements.
"Before." He begins to walk farther into the room. "Hey Monroe?" He calls.
"What?"
"Nevermind." He says and walks towards her. She tries to shrink into the wall for a minute. "I don't really have to free you, you know." He whispers to her. She says something back to him, I can't make out. He unhooks the manacles, and gives her the pick. He backs away from her.
"He's blind, I didn't notice, they blinded him." Hobbes says.
"Well, you were holding a gun to him when we walked in, I don't think you would still have the gun on those guards down there." I answer.
"When I came in, he was choking one of them with the chains on his handcuffs. " He says sounding serious.
I laugh. "Eberts, come on, I don't think so."
Claire frowns, "Now, is not the time for jokes, Hobbes."
"He's not joking." Alex says, free now, walking towards us.
Eberts mumbles something. Then says quietly, "Can we go now, I would really like to put some clothes on, I don't like running around in my boxers."
"Do you have spare clothes at the office?" Alex asks.
Eberts laughs. "Are we going back there?" He arches an eyebrow. It suprises me, it is so out of place for Eberts.
"We need to get you to Lab 1, you are in need of medical treatment." Claire tells him.
"Why there just gashes and burns, they will heal on their own." he snaps back. I wonder if he has decided to become Cocky after he became blind, -or- after the torture.
"Some look third degree, they will not heal on their own, you may need skin grafts."
He starts to laugh. It sounds evil and mechanical. A series of alarms begins to sound.
Claire pulls out her gun. "I'm sorry, Eberts, we need to bring you in." She says, and shoots a plastic dart into his neck. He starts to fall, and Alex catches him. I go over to her, and take him from her.
We rush out of the complex as fast as we can. Eberts is heavy, and drags me down a little. We get outside, and two cars are waiting for us, one the Official in his buick, and Hobbes van. Hobbes races for the van, and The Official tells me to bring Eberts here, and for Claire to get in, and for Hobbes to take me, and Alex as fast as possible in the van, back to the Agency.
We nod, and obey his orders. We pull off in our respectied vehicles, as men in black suits come running out of the building after us.Becoming a swarm of cars behind us, as we race away. They begin shooting, and Bobby races the van up to seventy five. A million thoughts are running through my head, and it doesn't hit me till we arrive safely at the Agency to ask Alex. "Are you alright?" She nods, and we head into the agency, giving me a tiny smile. "We need to worry about, Eberts, now, and not me."