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| Darien awoke the next day, feeling just as refreshed as he had the previous morning. ~Man, this is great!~ he thought to himself as he hopped out of bed. He quickly showered and dressed, made himself some toast, grabbed his sunglasses, so as not to freak out anyone who glanced at his eyes, and arrived at the Agency, only to find out that he was half an hour early. "Before you even ask, Darien, no, you won't get any overtime pay for being early, The Official has made this very clear" Eberts said as he walked through Charlie's door. Darien burst out laughing. "Oh, come on! Do you really think I'd come in early just to get overtime pay? Geez, I mean, I've heard some crazy stuff in my time, you know, a biosynthetic gland being put in my brain to make me invisible, garage door openers capable of destroying houses, things like that, but honestly, that takes the cake" he said with a smile, to show that it was all in fun. "Darien, I realize that you might be feeling chipper this morning, but you will not talk to me in that way, even if it is jokingly, especially if it is jokingly" The Official said gruffly. "Now, Claire wants to see you in the lab, she's been here for hours already, don't keep her waiting". Again, stern as always. Darien just sighed, and headed for the keep. When he got there, he found Claire leaning far over a table, which was scattered with books, only to read from a book on the other side of the table, he caught a tantilizing glimpse of midriff, but decided to be the good semeritan, for once. "Hey Claire, I heard you've been here for hours, does he mean that literally?" he asked casually, catching her attention. She immediately realized that her belly was showing, and pulled back into her chair, she knew that he might have seen, but she also realized how only a gentlemen would not dwell on the image, nor try to prolong it. "I'm afraid he was being quite literal Darien, I've been here for-" she glanced at her watch, "four and a half hours, studying longterm affects of quicksilver on your brain", she paused, and showed evidence of hiding a grimace, he understood why when she concluded, "as far as I can tell, there aren't any" she now looked pained, but hid it well, "for some god-unknown reason, you've developed a complete resistance to your current stage of madness." He knew exactly what that meant: nothing holding him to The Agency without the counteragent, and she was afraid that he would leave. He made up his mind then and there not to leave The Agency, just for her sake, plus, amazingly, he was starting to like his job. "Claire, please don't call it that, I'm sane, and you can vouch for that" he said honestly, he loved who he had become, restful night's sleep, early to work, always positive, even denying to look at his doctor's semi-bare belly. "Sorry, it's just so bloody annoying not knowing how this happened" she said fervently, clenching her teeth as she spoke, and making hand gestures like that of choking a person to death. "Whoa, Claire, I think your invisible buddy there's had his throat rung enough" Darien said calmly, so as not to agitate her. Claire sighed deeply, closed her eyes for several moments, her breathing steadying out, calming herself. "Alright, well, I'm going to get something to eat, would you like to join me?" she asked. Her fervor abated, her tiredness and hunger had caught up with her. "Sure, I only had some toast for breakfast, and hey" she turned and he smiled warmly, "it's on me" he concluded cheerfully. He drove her to the local McDonald's, on her request, it surprised him to know that she liked the grease-fried food, but hey, he had know her for weeks before even knowing her first name. Before they could reach their destination, they saw the familiar scene of cop cars surrounding a building, along with the yellow "Crime Scene" tape around the doorway. ~Aw crap~ Darien thought, ~what's happened now, and when will I be assigned to it?~ Having little to no choice, he pulled the car up as far as he could, then parked it. He gave Claire a glance that said, 'This'll just take a sec', and strode up to the tape, where he was intercepted by an officer. Darien simply showed the man his badge, and ducked under the tape. The scene he came upon was not one he would have ever chosen to see. A woman's body was on the floor, or more acurately, pieces of a woman's body were on the floor. The cops said that whoever had done this must have been on mega-steriods, her body had been ripped in half, and then each limb had been torn apart. The only thing that stopped Darien from heaving right there was his sense of duty, he asked one of the cops if anything else was out of order. The officer glared at him, "you mean, besides this girl being torn apart, and raped and beaten beforehand? No, nothing else is out of order" she said, obviously disgusted with Darien, or perhaps just too freaked out by this murder... wait, did she say raped and beaten before she was killed? ~Holy shit, this is bad~ he thought, he realized that he had been in there for over ten minutes, Claire must be starving by now, he hurried out of the building and to his car, where he found her asleep in her seat. "Claire" he whispered gently in her ear, "oh, mummy, is it time for scho-, Darien?" she said grogilly, puzzled, ~how did he get here?~, she looked around, ~ahh yes, breakfast~ she thought to herself. "Ok, let's go" Darien said to her, starting the engine. "So Claire, when did you start liking non-scientifically cultured food?" he asked playfully, she was still somewhat sleepy. "Oh, I've always liked McDonald's, and the like, I've just never had the need to tell you" she replied. When they finished their meal, they made their way back to The Agency. Darien pulled into the parking lot, and found a car there that he had never seen before, a nice car, so it couldn't belong to somebody who worked there. They walked into The Official's office, only to stumble upon one of The Agency's greatest secrets... |
