Kalena was obsessed with her brother's death. Obsessed with the man that had killed him. There was only one thing to do. She punched him in the face.
"Ouch." A look of confusion came over Kalena's face. He had just killed almost everyone in this building to get to her. He had a bullet in his shoulder that didn't even make him grimace, yet her punch elicited an "ouch" and a look that was an equivalent to a pout.
"You're going to make me think that you're not to happy to see me." Then he hit her on the top of the head with the butt of his gun, just hard enough to put her out. Riddick caught her as she fell and put her down carefully on the carpet. Then he shut the door to her plush, high-rise office. He gracefully lowered himself into her black, leather chair and began typing on her computer.
The files on her computer were remarkably comprehensive. It detailed all of his own life over hundreds and hundreds of pages. He whistled lowly. "These people know more about me than I know about myself." Looking over his shoulder, he glanced at Kalena. He felt a flash of remorse. He liked the woman, save for her great flaw of being a cop. She used to hunt him alongside with Johns. She would have been a great companion. He wouldn't hesitate to kill her though. Must be my primitive side, he thought with a grin.
"Delete all files?" an electronic voice enquired. "Yes,"
Riddick replied, trying to pitch his voice like Kalena's. It waited…waited…and
kept waiting. I must be losing my touch.
"If only you knew." Moving slowly, he grabbed Kalena's wrist and pulled her into his lap, before turning the chair back to face the computer. Now she was trapped between Riddick and the desk. Disconcerted, for a moment all she was aware of was Riddick's close proximity, how powerful his chest and thighs felt against her.
Riddick inhaled deeply. It had been so long since he had had a woman. Kalena fit perfectly against him. "Say 'yes,'" he whispered into her ear. As much as he would love a dalliance, there were reinforcements coming and time was limited.
Kalena licked her dry lips before croaking the word. "Voice print recognized, High Officer Kalena D. Johns. Files deleted." Riddick grinned triumphantly. They could never restore those files now. There were many less detailed databases regarding his life, but none so detailed that a psychological guess could be made as to what his next move would be. None of the small nuances of his life or character remained.
Riddick stood, carrying Kalena with him. As soon as he was sure that she had her footing he was gone. She ran into the hall after him. There he stood at the end, patiently waiting for the elevator. The doors opened, but before he stepped in, he looked back. Then he threw a shiv at her. She watched as it made a slow arc and landed at her feet. When she looked up he was gone and she felt more than a twinge of disappointment. He must have known that she would go to her door. Was she growing so predictable to him? Kalena picked up the shiv and began to inspect it. It was finely made, bone sharpened to a razor-thin point and a soft, leather handle, with an inscription on the blade. To an opponent found worthy.
Kalena slumped back into her chair. She had been unprepared to do what was necessary to stop him. As a result many of her fellow officers died. Their lifeblood would stain her hands. Damn you. Her head was still fuzzy and had a dull ache. She should probably get it checked out.
She was momentarily distracted by something that sat on her desk. It was her hat. Her blue hat with a copy of her badge and number on it. It had been missing for some time now; she wondered how Riddick had gotten his hands on it. She lifted it and found that hidden underneath was her badge. Kalena adjusted her hat on her head and immediately knew. Her brother, Lawrence Johns, merc, hype. He had stolen it. Probably to lend credence to the illusion that he wanted to protect people. She laughed for the lie that it was.
She turned the shiv over in her hands. Riddick was the man who had always eluded her. She had never been able to catch him, following him from planet to planet, always one step behind. They knew each other as friends would. But friends they were not. She felt they had the mutual respect of people who had fought a battle and were impressed with what they saw. She was confused as to why he would make such a blade for her. He was a criminal. Some might use his hard beginnings as an excuse, but Kalena held no such illusions. Riddick was a strong soul. He could overcome anything. Yet he chose to kill. Which might belie his true weakness.
Hearing movement at her back, Kalena quickly opened her desk drawer and withdrew her tranq-gun, hiding the knife in its place. She turned, arms out, keeping her gun aligned with her vision so she could shoot on sight. "Captain," she said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Captain Russel stormed into her office, blustering. "Who did this, High Officer? Eighteen of our finest men and women were in this building."
"I don't know, Captain. I just arrived at the alarm's sound to find this mess. No sign of the killer though. Richard Riddick's file had been deleted. It is unrecoverable." You made sure of that, didn't you? Kalena sighed inwardly.
"Looks like Riddick's work." This time Kalena couldn't hold her displeasure in check. "Captain, respectfully, there has been no sign of Riddick since the episode that took Second Pilot Carolyn Fry from us. We have no reason to believe that he is still alive." If it ever got out that Riddick was alive there would be widespread chaos among officers and mercs alike. A feeding frenzy to bring him to justice, whether for the good of humanity or a simple paycheck. Chaos.
"His body was never recovered. That is reason enough, High Officer."