Chapter 5: An Oppurtunity


Hobbes was making his way to the main office. When he got there he didn't like what he saw.


"Aw, crap."


On the floor he saw an unconscious, or dead, secretary. There was a small puddle of blood by her head. Hobbes carefully turned her over and checked her pulse. He took off his glasses so that he could see the girl's wounds better, but then quickly placed them back on his face.


"Thank God. She's still alive. I guess the safest place for her is in the 'Fish's office."


Hobbes picked up the poor girl and started carrying her to the Official's office.


Darien knew that his best chance for getting Eberts' and the Official's syringes would be to either trick them into leaving the office or sneak in behind someone else. If he did sneak in behind another person he wouldn't be able to leave until someone else left. He was waiting outside the office deciding what to do when he saw his chance.


'Bingo,' he thought.


Hobbes was on his way down the hall carrying the injured secretary. He had his glasses on, but was only looking at the girl. He reached the office and knocked on the door.


"Who is it?" barked the Official


"Hobbes."


"Just a second. Eberts, the door."


"Yes sir."


When it cautiously opened Hobbes removed the glasses and entered the room. Darien slipped in behind him. Being a theif he had mastered the art of moving without making a sound. Eberts shut the door and locked it. Neither he nor the Official were wearing their glasses. They thought they were safe in the office.


'They're underestimating me,' Darien thought.


"What happened? Is she alright?" the Official inquired of the injured secretary.

"I think it's jus a concussion. She'll probably be fine."


"Have you seen any other sign of Fawkes?"


"Not yet sir,"


While the Official and Hobbes continued their conversation Darien was carefully walking through the room towards Eberts. All he wanted right now was to get the counteragent. He could torture the little office twerp later. Eberts had the Keeper's little care package laying next to the Official's desk. Ever so carefully Darien reached in the bag and quicksilvered the needle before he took it out. The Official's bag was sitting at his desk. Luckily, the Official was over by the door talking with Hobbes. He repeated the same procedure and carefully walked over next to Hobbes.


'All this sneaking around and scaring others gives me such an adrenaline rush. I should really do it more often,' thought Darien.


Now that only Hobbes and Claire had counteragent he felt the excitement of his freedom building.


"Well, keep your eye out and be careful."


"Will do Chief."


With that Hobbes left the room with Darien sneaking out behind him. Hobbes put his glasses on but he was turned away from Darien and didn't notice him. Darien headed towards the bathroom and squirted the counteragent into the sink. He would go after Claire next. He wanted to save his ever careful partner for last, today. After all, Hobbes had treated him so rudely yesterday. After that he could get Eberts and the 'Fish any day he wanted to.