"Project Invitender: Part II"
Startin' the Puzzle
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the members of The Pretender or The Invisible Man cast. They're all property of their shows and the companies which produce them. Certain characters are mine, such as The Chief and I'll let you know when they pop up! :) Enjoy!
Jarod reclined back against the overstuffed couch cushions of his hotel room and popped a cherry-flavored Pez into his mouth with a grin. He was busily preparing his new package for Sydney and the Centre gang, and he was positive it was going to stump them for quite awhile. Reaching over, he stuck the address stuck smoothly atop the brow-paper wrapped package and heard his laptop beep loudly.
"You have mail."
Raising a brow, Jarod leaned over and opened up the server. A new message lay waiting in his mailbox.
It was from Angelo.
Friend,
English need help.
Help English for Angelo.
Father keep English in Friend's old room.
Jarod closed the message and scratched the back of his head lightly, who's English? Firing up his latest search program, he began looking up anything he could find on new prisoners brought into the Centre. There was one new prisoner listed, brought in by Raines and his sweeper team earlier that day. Claire Keeply was her name, she'd been brought in yesterday, and there was no futher information listed. She was the only person he could find that could be this "English" Angelo had written him about. Looking for similar messages about the mysterious Ms. Keeply, Jarod managed to intercept an e-mail between Dr. Raines and someone named The Chief.
Dr. Raines,
Claire's transfer forms have been accepted and filed safely away. She should prove to be a valuable asset to your latest project. Please let us know if she should cause any problems.
Sincerely,
The Chief
(Director of Proj. Quicksilver)
Tucking the renegade e-mail away into a safe folder, Jarod decided there was only one thing to do:
He'd go see Angelo.
Claire stood, turning to face her visitor, using her full height to her adavantage.
"Good evening, Miss Keeply, my name is Mr. Lyle."
"I'd say it's nice to meet you, Mr. Lyle, but I don't like to be too cordial with my kidnappers."
"You haven't been kidnapped, you've been transferred. The Centre is your new place of employment; you'll be helping us in our new project. I believe these are yours," Lyle produced a stack of files and Claire immediately recognized them to be her Quicksilver files.
"How did you get a hold of these?" Claire took the files and glanced up at him questioningly.
"Like I said, you'll be helping us with our new project. We're interested in your knowledge dealing with Invisibility. I'll be back to speak with you later, I have a meeting to attend." Lyle turned and left, the door shutting loudly behind him.
Claire turned and set the files on top of her cot, frantically crawling over to the vent.
"Angelo?!" she whispered urgently.
When there was no response, she called out to him once more.
Exhausted, Claire collapsed on top of the lumpy cot, curling up on one side. She closed her eyes, wrapping her hands around the Quicksilver files, and she saw Darien in her dreams.
Darien exploded into The Official's office, his rather loud entry causing both Eberts and The Fish to glance up at him.
"Ok, Fat Man, where's Claire?"
"She's been transferred, Fawkes, that's all you need to know." The Official glanced back down at his paperwork.
"Transferred? Did she ask for one? Or.....did you send her away?" Darien leaned over, staring down the two men with silver eyes.
"Mr. Fawkes," Eberts explained, "this transfer was completed on a need to know basis."
"Yeah, yeah, and I don't need to know. Shut up Eberts." He turned back to The Official, "Where'd she go, Fat Man?"
The Official sighed, glancing slowly up at Darien.
"We don't know, Fawkes. The order came from the highest authority."
"Well actually, sir, I managed to discover that she was transferred to a place in Blue Cove, Delaware called the Centre."
"Eberts, how did you get details from a top secret file?" The Official seemed amused.
"I...uh...have a friend in the typing room. He processed Claire's transfer forms. I can get you a copy if you'd like, Darien."
"Yeah, actually, that'd be great Eberts. ASAP, k?"
Eberts nodded and scurried out the door leaving The Official and Fawkes to glare at each other.
