DS #8 Uninvited Part Two
By Carol M.
See first parts for details
2 days later
"I don't like this, Hobbes," said Darien as he nervously looked at the ritzy house across the street from where Bobby had parked Golda.
Bobby put his eyes up to some binoculars and looked inside the house. He could see three or four muscular guys milling about the house. "How you doin? You gonna go freako on me?" asked Bobby as he looked at Darien's wrist.
Darien held up his arm. "Five segments left. It's gonna be close." He turned around and looked in the back of the van where Alex and Jason were setting up surveillance equipment. "How much longer guys?"
"Done," said Alex as she handed Darien an ear mike. "You get in, check the place and get the hell out."
"Yeah, sounds simple, but when you got Rocky and Mr. T walking around in there, things can get a little hairy," said Darien sarcastically.
Bobby patted Darien on the back. "Look Fawkes, according to sources from Hobbesnet, this is the last place that Rendell was seen. She could be up there right now for all we know.
"Yeah, well how come the great Hobbesnet is just finding out about this now. Why didn't we know about this place two months ago?" asked Darien.
"Because genius, Rendell has been out of the country. Apparently she's only been at this location for a couple of days," said Bobby, noticing how tense his partner was. "Look D, just go in there and check it out. If the bad guys are in there we'll bust in the place and take em all down."
Darien nodded and closed his eyes. He opened them a few seconds later and took a deep breath. "You guys got the counteragent, right?"
Jason held it up. "Right here," he said, eyeing the blue liquid.
"Good, cause I think I'm gonna need it," said Darien as he opened up the van door. "Wish me luck," he added as the quicksilver flowed over his body and made him disappear.
Bobby leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath, glancing back at Jason. "So none of your people knew about this place, huh?"
Jason shook his head. "Nope, not a clue. Guess my organization just isn't as sophisticated as Hobbesnet," he said with disappointment.
"Ah, you'll learn kid. I can always give you a few pointers," said Bobby.
Alex cleared her throat. "Shut up you two, we're not going to be able to hear Fawkes."
"Is she always this bossy?" whispered Jason in Bobby's direction.
Bobby nodded. "You'll get used to it."
"Maverick to Goose, Maverick to Goose, come in," they heard come over the mike receiver.
Bobby put a mike to his mouth. "What's your twenty, Fawkes?"
"I'm on the first floor, no sign of anything yet," he whispered. "Going up to the second floor."
"How's the snake?" asked Bobby.
"Three left," said Darien grimly over the mike. "This is Mav signing off."
"Come on, Fawkes, you can do it buddy," whispered Bobby to no one in particular.
The trio sat in silence for several minutes, waiting in anticipation for Darien's next check in.
"What the hell is taking so long?" asked Alex anxiously, breaking the silence.
"Hobbes, she's here, help, help, ahhhhhhhhhh" they heard yelled into the receiver.
"That's our cue. We're coming, partner!" Bobby yelled into the mike.
Alex and Jason jumped out of the back of the van and ran towards the house. Bobby was right on their tale.
They reached the front door and Bobby kicked it in. "Freeze, BWM!" yelled Bobby and Alex simultaneously.
They were met with gunfire. The trio hit the deck and Bobby and Alex returned fire. Jason hopped to his feet. "I'll get the back," he yelled, his gun out and ready to fire.
"Be careful, kid," yelled Bobby. He looked at Alex. "Let's do it, Monroe."
"Ready when you are," she yelled.
The pair stood up and walked towards the door. Bobby quickly turned and fired into the room. They heard a grunt and the sound of something collapsing. Alex stepped closer and fired her own gun.
They were greeted with silence followed by the sound of someone laughing. Bobby cautiously stepped into the room, ready to fire. Alex followed close behind, her gun aimed into the center of the room.
Bobby put his gun down when he saw the source of the laughter.
Darien was standing over two of the thugs, both of them unconscious. When he saw Bobby and Alex, he gave them a wicked, red-eyed smile. "It's about time you two joined the party," he mused.
Bobby saw blood dripping down the side of Darien's head. "Fawkes, you're hurt. Let's us give you a shot," he said as he searched his pockets. "Damn it, Sullivan has the counteragent. Sullivan, we need the freakin blue stuff!" he yelled.
Alex stepped cautiously toward Darien, ready to take him down if it was necessary. "Easy Fawkes, let us help you."
Darien lashed out with his arm, knocking Alex to the ground. "I've had enough of your damn help," he yelled angrily. Darien glanced towards the front door and saw Jason enter with a shot of counteragent in his hands. "Well lookie who decided to pay a visit,"
Darien quickly lunged towards Jason, ready to pounce on him. Bobby reacted by throwing his body on Darien and forcing him to the ground. "Shot, now Sullivan!"
Jason quickly stepped to where Bobby held Darien on the ground and handed the shot to Bobby. Darien reacted by bringing a leg up and kicking Jason in the face.
"Ow, damn," yelled Jason as he was forced to the floor.
In the meantime, Alex got off the floor and jumped on top of Darien, allowing Bobby to loosen his grip. Bobby took the needle and jammed it into Darien's neck. "Ahhhhhh," screamed Darien as the counteragent hit his system. His body convulsed a few times, his eyes rolling back in his head as he lost consciousness.
Alex released her tight grip on Darien and let him sink to the floor. She glanced at Jason. "You okay?" she asked.
Jason rubbed his face and stood up from the floor. "Yeah, I think so."
Bobby knelt down next to Darien and checked his head wound. "I think someone just gave him a little whack, it doesn't look too serious," he said as he patted his partner on the back. He glanced up at Jason. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Rendell and two guards made a break out the back. I chased them a few blocks, but they had a car waiting and got away. License plate starts with a J. Black sedan," said Jason as he looked around at the men lying on the floor. He rubbed the back of neck. "Maybe these guys can give us some leads on where she might have gone."
Bobby was about to speak when he heard a groan. He looked down and saw that Darien was starting to stir. "Hey buddy, how you feeling?" asked Bobby as he helped Darien to a sitting position.
Darien fingered the wound on his head and glanced at his coworkers. He noticed a bruise starting to form on the side of Jason's face. "Aw crap, I'm sorry man. Hell of a way to spend your first week," said Darien.
Jason waved his hand. "Hey, it's not a problem. I'm young and resilient."
Darien nodded and looked at Bobby. "She got away didn't she?" he said.
"Fraid so, pal," said Bobby as he helped Darien off the floor.
Darien looked at the unconscious men on the ground. "Maybe Big Bird and Elmo can help us out, but I seriously doubt it," he said dejectedly.
Bobby put a hand on Darien's back and guided him towards the door with Jason following close behind. "Come on boys, let's go to the Keep. Alex, call for some agents and take care of these two," he said as he pointed to the thugs.
"All ready on it," said Alex as she took out her cell phone and started to dial.
Darien lay in the counteragent chair with his eyes closed as Claire delicately wiped at his bleeding forehead. Jason stood next to the pair with an icepack covering his cheek. Bobby was hovering near the fish tanks, trying to stay out of the way of the injured.
"I think it's okay. No concussion, just a cut and bruise," said Claire to Darien as she rubbed some ointment on the wound. She took an icepack out of the refrigerator and put it against Darien's head.
Darien groaned and opened his eyes. "I can't believe we almost had her and she just gets away," he said angrily. He looked up at Claire and noticed how pale her face had become. "Hey Claire, you okay?"
Claire managed a smile. "Fine," she said quickly.
Darien reached up to her head and caressed her cheek. "You're not feeling good, are you?"
Claire shrugged and threw away the tissues she had used to clean Darien's cut. Darien stood up from the chair and pulled her over to him. "You're going home," he said firmly.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm taking you home. You're sick and I don't want you working."
Claire sighed. "Darien, really I'm fine, it's just a bug."
"I think he's right, Keep," said Bobby from the fish tanks. "You're not looking too good."
Claire looked at them both with disbelief. "Guys, I am a doctor you know. I think I would know if something was wrong."
Jason cleared his throat. "They just care about you, that's all."
"Come on," said Darien as he dragged Claire towards the door.
Claire scoffed. "Fine, I'll go home. But you have to go home too," she said, eyeing Darien.
"Hey, you got no arguments here," said Darien.
Claire glanced back at Jason. "Are you okay? Do you just have that one bruise?"
Jason rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm gonna go check with the snitches again and see if they can get any info about Rendell."
Bobby stepped towards Darien and Claire. "And while you do that kid, I'm gonna take these two home."
"Bobby come on, I can drive," said Darien.
"No, no, no, no. You got a head injury and Keep looks like she's about to pass out. I'm taking you both home, no arguments," said Bobby.
"Fine," said Darien as he put his arm around Claire and walked to the door. Bobby and Jason trudged behind. Today had just not been a good day.
Jason sat scrunched in his chair at the train station, glancing nervously at everyone who walked by. He rolled his head back and forth, trying to somehow ease the pain that was coming from the back of his neck. When he saw a woman dressed in a black pantsuit and hat stroll by, he got up and quickly walked to the bathroom. The women followed behind and led him into the first stall.
She pushed Jason down on the toilet and took a syringe of counteragent out of her purse. "I shouldn't even give you this," said Elizabeth Rendell with anger. She prepped the needle and injected it into Jason's arm.
"Hey, don't look at me, okay. I didn't know where you're damn hideout was. How was I supposed to know that one of the bald idiot's sources would know where you were. It's just lucky that I was the one covering the back and let you guys get away," said Jason. He winced as the counteragent entered his system.
"You didn't really have much of a choice did you? You don't have me, you don't have the counteragent. Though I supposed you could steal some from the Agency," she whispered harshly.
Jason gave her a sharp look. "I'd rather die then take anything from those people. Listen, you talk to Arnaud, tell him I'll give him however much money he wants for the counteragent."
Elizabeth put her hands on her hips. "I'll talk to him, but I can't guarantee he'll go for it."
Jason stood up and sagged against the doorway, relief from the quicksilver madness pain flooding through his body. "Just try, okay. Look, next time, we meet at the mall."
Elizabeth smiled coldly. "Whatever you say Mr. Sullivan," she said as she roughly brushed past him and walked out the door.
Jason stood in the stall for a few more minutes, pondering all the things he had to accomplish that night.
It was two in the morning when Jason entered the Agency. He let the quicksilver coat his body and then expertly let himself in through the front door in a manner that would not alert anyone that the place had been broken into.
His first stop was the Keep. He entered the door with a keycard he had stolen and made his way over to the computer. He inserted a disk and pressed download. Ninety seconds later, the contents of Claire's computer were all neatly copied onto the disk. The download was untraceable of course. Jason had made sure of that. He quickly ejected the disk and left the Keep.
His next stop was the computer in Ebert's office. He inserted the disk again and copied all of the payroll, budget and personnel files contained on Albert's hard drive. Another ninety seconds and the job was done.
His last stop was in the operations office. He once again inserted the disk and copied everything there was to know about various missions and all of the agents that were working on them.
When he was done with his vandalism, he made his way out of the building, kissing the disk that would give Chrysalis everything it needed to destroy the Agency and might possibly even give him his salvation from the sharp syringes of Elizabeth Rendell. Today had been a good day after all.
TBC sometime over the weekend
