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Bobby noticed that Alex had joined Darien and Claire in the waiting room. "Where's Stark?" he asked.
"He's in the padded room," Alex told him.
"He and I need to have a little 'talk' about a few things," Bobby almost growled. Stark had lied about the antidote and he was gonna pay big time.
"Are you sure you want to do this right now?" Alex asked noting how tired he looked, not to mention that he was still wearing his tux. "Stark's not going anywhere."
Bobby just glared a her for a moment.
"Easy there, partner," Darien stepped between the two of them. He understood that once the 'little tiger' was set on doing something it was nearly impossible to call him off. "Come on, man. I'll drive you back to the Agency," and he led Bobby and Claire out to the van.
Alex snorted her disapproval, but she followed them without voicing any further objections.
****
"Thank you, Arnaud," Stark said as they got back to the Taurus building. "It should be awhile before we hear from the Agency. Too bad I had to give Mrs. Hobbes the antidote before I was able to get any useful information."
Arnaud raised an eyebrow. 'He actually believed that I gave him the REAL antidote for that poison,' he thought. "Yes, well, I'll be going home for now."
"By all means," Stark was glad Arnaud was leaving. It still unnerved him a little whenever Arnaud was around without his artificial skin on.
Arnaud sat down in his car as a plan formed in his mind. He knew of a way to get rid of Stark for good. The Agency would never believe that Stark didn't have anything to do with his next act. And when Stark was out of the way he could take over Chrysalis and deal with the Agency himself.
****
Darien knew something was wrong when they got back to the office. "Hey, Alex," he called as she got out of her car. "I thought you said there were two guards posted at the main door."
"There should be," Alex snapped. "They probably went to grab some coffee," she didn't like the tone in Fawkes' voice. He was becoming as paranoid as Hobbes.
Bobby rushed inside after hearing Darien's comment about the guards. "NO! This can't be happening!" he shouted seeing the two men who were sprawled on the floor just starting to come around.
"Hobbes, wait!" Darien yelled seeing his partner running down the hallway gun drawn. He glanced at the men making sure they were ok before chasing after Bobby.
"No no no no no no no!" Bobby punched the wall hard at sight that greeted him.
The three men outside the padded room were also on the floor. One of them had a broken neck, but the other two were still alive.
Bobby grabbed the one agent and threw him against the wall. "What happened? How could you let HIM escape?" he put his gun under the man's throat.
"I... we... were.." he stuttered.
"ANSWER ME!!" Bobby growled.
"Hobbes! Take it easy!" Darien pulled him off the terrified agent.
"Take it easy?!? The son of a bitch who almost killed my wife and child has escaped and you want me to take it easy?" Bobby tried to squirm out of Darien's grasp.
"Bobby, please," Darien tried to reason with him as he tightened his grip. "How did he get away?" he asked the agent that Hobbes had been about ready to kill.
"Philips got smacked into the wall... I heard his neck break when he hit... then something punched me in the face, but I didn't see anyone there at all. I just felt the cold from the blow..." he explained quickly.
"Aw crap! Arnaud..." Darien shook his head releasing his hold on Hobbes.
"Arnaud? Why would Arnaud help Stark?" Bobby leaned against the wall.
"I don't know, Bobby. Arnaud isn't the type who plays well with others. The only reason I can think of is they offered to trade information in exchange for fixing his gland," Darien ran his fingers through his hair.
Bobby turned and started back down the hall.
"Hobbes, where are you going?" Darien raced in front of him blocking his path.
"Get out of my way, Fawkes!"
"No way, my friend."
"Fawkes..." Bobby glared at Darien. "He's not gonna just get away again!"
"Hobbes, you can't just go chasing after him. We can get a warrant for his arrest," Darien couldn't believe he actually said 'warrant' but he knew that Hobbes would never be able to get near Stark without one.
"He's right," Alex agreed. "Fawkes and I were lucky when we got you out of there. They'll have tightened security by now."
"How would Marie feel if you went in there and got yourself killed?" Darien pointed out.
"Fine. Get the damn thing," Bobby told them.
Alex nodded. "Give me half an hour."
TBC...
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Bobby noticed that Alex had joined Darien and Claire in the waiting room. "Where's Stark?" he asked.
"He's in the padded room," Alex told him.
"He and I need to have a little 'talk' about a few things," Bobby almost growled. Stark had lied about the antidote and he was gonna pay big time.
"Are you sure you want to do this right now?" Alex asked noting how tired he looked, not to mention that he was still wearing his tux. "Stark's not going anywhere."
Bobby just glared a her for a moment.
"Easy there, partner," Darien stepped between the two of them. He understood that once the 'little tiger' was set on doing something it was nearly impossible to call him off. "Come on, man. I'll drive you back to the Agency," and he led Bobby and Claire out to the van.
Alex snorted her disapproval, but she followed them without voicing any further objections.
****
"Thank you, Arnaud," Stark said as they got back to the Taurus building. "It should be awhile before we hear from the Agency. Too bad I had to give Mrs. Hobbes the antidote before I was able to get any useful information."
Arnaud raised an eyebrow. 'He actually believed that I gave him the REAL antidote for that poison,' he thought. "Yes, well, I'll be going home for now."
"By all means," Stark was glad Arnaud was leaving. It still unnerved him a little whenever Arnaud was around without his artificial skin on.
Arnaud sat down in his car as a plan formed in his mind. He knew of a way to get rid of Stark for good. The Agency would never believe that Stark didn't have anything to do with his next act. And when Stark was out of the way he could take over Chrysalis and deal with the Agency himself.
****
Darien knew something was wrong when they got back to the office. "Hey, Alex," he called as she got out of her car. "I thought you said there were two guards posted at the main door."
"There should be," Alex snapped. "They probably went to grab some coffee," she didn't like the tone in Fawkes' voice. He was becoming as paranoid as Hobbes.
Bobby rushed inside after hearing Darien's comment about the guards. "NO! This can't be happening!" he shouted seeing the two men who were sprawled on the floor just starting to come around.
"Hobbes, wait!" Darien yelled seeing his partner running down the hallway gun drawn. He glanced at the men making sure they were ok before chasing after Bobby.
"No no no no no no no!" Bobby punched the wall hard at sight that greeted him.
The three men outside the padded room were also on the floor. One of them had a broken neck, but the other two were still alive.
Bobby grabbed the one agent and threw him against the wall. "What happened? How could you let HIM escape?" he put his gun under the man's throat.
"I... we... were.." he stuttered.
"ANSWER ME!!" Bobby growled.
"Hobbes! Take it easy!" Darien pulled him off the terrified agent.
"Take it easy?!? The son of a bitch who almost killed my wife and child has escaped and you want me to take it easy?" Bobby tried to squirm out of Darien's grasp.
"Bobby, please," Darien tried to reason with him as he tightened his grip. "How did he get away?" he asked the agent that Hobbes had been about ready to kill.
"Philips got smacked into the wall... I heard his neck break when he hit... then something punched me in the face, but I didn't see anyone there at all. I just felt the cold from the blow..." he explained quickly.
"Aw crap! Arnaud..." Darien shook his head releasing his hold on Hobbes.
"Arnaud? Why would Arnaud help Stark?" Bobby leaned against the wall.
"I don't know, Bobby. Arnaud isn't the type who plays well with others. The only reason I can think of is they offered to trade information in exchange for fixing his gland," Darien ran his fingers through his hair.
Bobby turned and started back down the hall.
"Hobbes, where are you going?" Darien raced in front of him blocking his path.
"Get out of my way, Fawkes!"
"No way, my friend."
"Fawkes..." Bobby glared at Darien. "He's not gonna just get away again!"
"Hobbes, you can't just go chasing after him. We can get a warrant for his arrest," Darien couldn't believe he actually said 'warrant' but he knew that Hobbes would never be able to get near Stark without one.
"He's right," Alex agreed. "Fawkes and I were lucky when we got you out of there. They'll have tightened security by now."
"How would Marie feel if you went in there and got yourself killed?" Darien pointed out.
"Fine. Get the damn thing," Bobby told them.
Alex nodded. "Give me half an hour."
TBC...
Feedback is Welcome...
