Part Five
Warning: Damage to some well liked characters.
The Storm Part Five
Bobby awoke to the sound of a rainstorm beating hard against the window. He sat up in the chair he had fallen asleep in, to notice that he was still in Darien's room. Claire was across the room prepping something that looked like a syringe and scalpel.
"What's going on there keep?" Claire turned a bit startled she almost dropped what she was working on.
"Nothing for you to worry about. I just need to give Darien a new medication, but first I need to do some minor surgery."
"What kind of minor surgery my friend?" Bobby was concerned now.
Claire walked over syringe in hand. "I need to remove some of that nasty infection I can't seem to get rid of otherwise." Bobby grabbed her by the arm as she was about to inject Darien with the meds to put him completely out.
"What Bobby?!" Claire said a bit put off. She straightened and looked Bobby in the eye.
"Claire, don't you think we should let him finish with what he was trying to tell us first. Before, you go cuttin' him up again?
She nodded and put the meds back for now.
A few hours later Darien awoke to the faces of his friends.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" Before they had a chance to say a word Darien remembered the events from the night before.
"Yeah okay I remember I was telling you guys about what happened. I need to finish but first. Claire, could you get me my crutches so we can go outside? I am so sick of this room."
"Yes Darien. But first I thought you should know. I'm going to have to do more surgery on your knee to remove some of the infection. I'm sorry Darien, but I'm afraid there's no other way." Darien nodded saying he knew something was up the way it wasn't heeling and all. He asked about the rest of his injuries. She assured him that they were coming along nicely. They just take longer to heal than some injuries.
Claire then retrieved the crutches while continuing to explain his situation. After not more than ten to twenty minutes they had retreated to the grounds outside. It was quite wet and muddy from the rainstorm, but tolerable.
Wiping the bench where Darien wanted to sit of the rain. Claire helped Darien get settled before he began.
"Where was I?" Darien asked, not really wanting an answer, but getting one anyway.
"You were saying something about your conversation you had with Bobby here." Claire said as she laid the crutches on the grass beside her.
"That's right, you were saying somethin' about your phone call my friend. Which, I might add was 'not' what I said." Darien and Claire both glared at the little man standing before them with his arms folded across his chest. "BOBBY!" They said in unison.
"I was just sayin'. Man, you people can be touchy sometimes." They shot him another glare this one more threatening than the last. "Fine, fine Bobby Hobbes can take a hint he knows exactly when to shut up my friends." Bobby continued this for another minute or two before he finally 'did' shut up.
"Where was I? Oh yeah I remember I was talking to Bobby when Charlie outside was still pounding on the door. He was saying something about taking the door off its hinges so I picked up the bat from the bathroom floor and lifted myself up into the bathtub....
"I am going to kill you Fawkes! You don't believe me? We'll just see about that when I get these screws out of this door here!" Charlie screamed. He had found some tools and was getting ready to take the door off of its hinges.
Darien heard him after he hung up with Bobby. Fear flowed through his body, as the weakened condition he was in was beginning to take its toll. He saw the bat on the bathroom floor. Picking it up Darien looked around for a place to hide. The nearest place was the bathtub. It looked so far away, but he had to get himself there and shut the shower curtain if he could.
Sammy awoke with a terrible headache. Looking around he realized that the others were gone. The only ones left were himself and Charlie who was actively trying to take the door off its hinges. No one else was there, it was perfect he could get rid of Charlie, convince Michel 'and' get the reward for himself.
Sammy inched his way forward gun in hand. He tapped Charlie on the shoulder, Charlie jumped, startled by the action. He had thought Sammy was still knocked out.
"Hey man, don't be scaring me like that."
"No problem Chaz, I won't be scaring you ever again." Sammy said with a wicked smile on his face.
"O-O-kay, let me have that gun and we can shoot the lock off of this thing and get in there and get this thing over with." Charlie watched Sammy as he walked over and sat on the couch across the room. Why was this guy just sittin' there? Instead of helping him finish the job with Darien and get outa here. But, little did he know the job 'was' finished at least as far as he was concerned.
"C'mon man, we gotta get Fawkes and finish this thing. You don't want to leave things hangin' like this man. Do ya? The boss said he wanted Fawkes in a coma and that's what we gotta do. Or you know what happens to guys that cross the boss man. So c'mon. What're ya still sittin' there for?" Charlie was getting worried and extremely nervous. Sammy was still just sitting there not moving an inch, holding his head.
Sammy turned on the couch. "Would you please just shut ... up! My head hurts and 'you' are not helping!" Sammy looked at Charlie long and hard getting ready to fire. Charlie thought he was aiming for the door and moved out of his way just in time, he thought. Sammy fired his gun missing the door completely, but hitting Charlie in the leg. Charlie screamed grabbing his leg and falling to the floor in pain.
"Aw dammit, I missed!" Sammy said in absolute and utter anger.
"Yeah I'd say so! Sammy, you hit me in the leg, man Ahh!" While gripping his leg and screaming in pain Charlie looked on at Sammy in panic. What was this guy trying to do? He needed help with Darien, major help now that the guy totally missed his target. Charlie was nervous that the guy would miss again and kill him next time.
"I know Chaz, I was aiming for your head, but you had to go and move on me! Now, just stay there and DON'T MOVE!"
Sammy took aim again. Charlie having not been paying much attention saw Sammy take aim again 'on him' and got to his feet running furiously and fast as he could with his wounded leg out the door and slamming it hard behind him.
The sound was so loud that it sent a surge of pain through Sammy's skull forcing him to fall to his knees in pain. The pain became so agonizing he lost his grip on the gun and it fell freely to the floor, as he himself also fell to the floor beside the gun unconscious.
Darien gripped harder on the bat after hearing the gunshots. He was ready to knock off anyone's head that came through those doors. "That's when you guys got there, man." Darien said.
"Alright, so what happened to this Charlie guy?" Bobby asked. Darien shook his head he had no idea.
"Darien, I think we should go back in, so we can get started on that leg." Claire said helping Darien back up.
"You guys go ahead I'm gonna go find Fred. See if maybe we can find out more about these guys that did this to you. But I'll tell ya they sure don't sound like the type 'Chrysalis' usually hires."
"They're not Bobby. They're the kind of guys that Michel Stark hires." Claire commented as she helped Darien back onto his crutches.
"I know Claire. You just take care of Fawkes. And Fawkes, don't worry, me and Fred'll find 'em for ya partner." Bobby said patting Darien gently on the back.
Bobby took off before either one could say another word.
Bobby looked everywhere in that house for Fred. He had even called Carlos thinking Fred was there and that maybe the guy he had some news on where these guys were and what they were up to. But, no he wasn't there either.
Bobby slammed down the phone and was about to go out looking for Fred when Stephen came up behind him. Stephen had to stop him from going to that spring up the road if he could. "Can I help you agent Hobbes?" Stephen asked.
"Naw, not unless you can do me a miracle and find Fred for me?"
"He said something about going into town, but he didn't say where, if that helps? Stephen looked down at the floor. Noticing he had mud on his shoes he had to think quick.
"He and I went up the road to the spring a bit ago. He said something about going into town. I asked him if he wanted me to go with him, but... he insisted I come back here and spend some time with Charlotte."
Bobby looked at Stephen confused, but thankful for the information at the same time.
"Oh, you haven't met my sister Charlotte have you?" Bobby shook his head.
"No, but that'll have to wait. Right now I'm goin' into town, see what I can find out about a couple of leads I have. Maybe, I'll even find Fred while I'm at it.
Stephen walked towards the stairs and turned in mid stride. "Agent Hobbes, good luck! I hope you find what you're looking for."
Bobby left out the door. Seeing Fred's truck in the garage, he wondered why Fred hadn't taken it. Going back to the main house Bobby went in search of Genie, Fred's wife maybe she would know somethin' 'cause this just didn't sit right with Bobby Hobbes my friends.
Charlotte had been in her room cleaning up and watching out the window when she saw Darien and friends in their little pow-wow as she called it. She wanted to find out what was going on down there. But, couldn't without bringing attention to herself. She watched as Bobby went into the garage and came back to the house with concern written all over his face. Fawkes was sure more resilient than Michel said he was.
Stephen walked in the room he then sat in the corner chair laying a file on the nearby table. Bridgett walked over to the bed. Sitting down she listened to Stephen intently on the happenings of the past while. She had been staring at the folder on the table for quite some time. Not really hearing Stephen and his commentaries about Bobby she walked over to the table caressing the folder.
"So Stephen?" She asked.
"hmm?"
She picked up the file getting ready to open it. "Are these the plans for our groups little job we're supposed to be pulling? 'Cause if it is I've got our part of this little scam in the car under the dashboard."
"No, but its something else you really should read though." Stephen commented sullenly.
Bridgett opened the file sat down on the bed and began to read. It was devastating to her what this man Michel had said had committed such atrocities as crimes against the country among other things was in actuality a true American hero. A hero who Michel's brother and friends had taken almost everything this man held dear away from him. From his brother Kevin to Alianora. Through it all this man had remained the true hero.
She threw down the file papers flying everywhere. She stood with such force Stephen was afraid she would hit something. Maybe even him.
"Who does Michel think he is? I'd have a mind to go kill him myself with my own bare hands if I knew he wouldn't kill me first for not doing his dirty little job for him." Bridgett paced the room swinging her arms hysterically while she spoke. Stephen just sat in the chair watching and listening to her intently.
"Who is he to think he can run our lives like this? We have to do something Stephen. Did you even have a plan forming in that evil little mind of yours?" She swung on him in anger. She did not like surprises and even more than that she hated being lead into a trap with no way out. And this was definitely one of those.
Stephen finally stood taking her by the arms he turned her to face him. "Bridgett calm yourself. You need to have a clear head."
"Calm MYSELF?! The idiot wants us dead and you want me to calm myself? How dare you Stephen?!" Bridgett turned to Stephen as she screamed arms flying through the air. She paced the small room in anger, finally finding rest in a chair opposite Stephen. She was tense, but at the same time she was just utterly overwhelmed.
"I just think if we're going to form any kind of plan at all to catch Michel. We need to have clear heads." Stephen was adamant with her now.
Bridgett took a deep breath rubbing her hands nervously up and down her thighs. She let out a long sigh before settling down. "Maybe your right Stephen its just I want Michel's head on a platter, you know?."
Stephen nodded and took her hand. "We're going to figure this out Bridgett. Don't worry about that. We will beat Michel at his own game."
Tears streamed down Bridgett's face as she looked up at her friend who pulled her up into a long and much needed embrace.
Over the next several hours Bridgett and Stephen began to formulate a plan. That would help them get Michel 'without' getting themselves killed.
Claire and Bobby got Darien back to the room successfully. Claire then went down to the basement to prepare a room for surgery. Bobby remained behind trying to keep his friend calm while they waited. After some time Genie came looking for Alex.
"Hey Bobby, have you seen Alex?" Genie asked.
"No, but she pretty much has a mind of her own, she's probably off on some case or somethin'. I did have a question for you though. Stephen said Fred went into town earlier but I stopped by the garage and his truck was still there."
"Oh, don't worry about that. There's this guy up the road from the spring. He likes to go into town with Fred sometimes. Fred usually stops by when he's up there and they're gone for days." Genie stated.
"You don't have to worry about Alex though she can take care of herself. Was there something I can help you with?" Bobby asked.
"No, its just that, that Charlotte girl looks so familiar and I know Alex has connections and all so..." Bobby sat up in his chair. Who did they think 'he' was chopped liver?
"I could go try a few connections on Hobbes net if you'd like?"
"Yes actually, that would be great Bobby! Thanks!"
Bobby got up checking on Darien who had fallen asleep while waiting for Claire. He looked relaxed for once. As he was about to leave with Genie Claire came in with a couple of agents to retrieve Darien. She was ready for him. Bobby was going to wait there, but decided to go check Hobbes net on Alex's computer while he waited instead.
As he entered Alex's room he noticed something was wrong. First, the door was wide open. Alex, was almost psychotic on keeping that door shut. Secondly, her computer was running and her window was wide open and it was still raining out. Alex was no perfectionist. But, the lady 'was' careful. This, however was not being careful at all. Bobby knew something was wrong and ran around trying to find Alex. Finally he decided to go back to her room and do some look ups on Hobbes net before he went doing anything rash. But as he did so he forgot all about Genies request to do a check on Charlotte.
Claire was in surgery for the next hour. She was exhausted by the time she came out of there. Bobby was waiting patiently or rather impatiently outside the room.
As Claire followed the agents carrying Darien she was startled when she absently almost ran right into Bobby.
"How is invisaboy doin' Claire?" Bobby asked nervously.
"He could be better, but I think he'll recover fully now."
Bobby sighed in relief placing hands on his knees he bent over breathing some very long very deep breaths.
Bobby looked up, "we need to talk Claire. I got some info from Hobbes net and we 'really' need to talk."
Claire looked put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side. "What is it Bobby?"
Bobby ushered Claire up stairs to Darien's room. Once Darien was settled they grabbed a couple of chairs and sat not far from the bed. "Alright now Bobby, Darien's resting comfortably and, I'm sitting like you wanted so tell me Bobby what is it?" Claire put her full attention on Bobby now.
"Well Claire, its just ... Oh!" He let out a loud sigh and leaned forward resting his head on his hand.
"I was looking up some info on Alex's computer ..."
"Oh, I love her computer it has..." Claire started.
Bobby looked at Claire with a strained look of distress and anger at her interruption. "Claire would you stop it I'm tryin' here o k?"
Claire straightened covering her mouth through a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry Bobby I didn't mean to..."
"I know Claire, now as I was sayin' I looked on Hobbes net and I found somethin'." Claire looked at Bobby with overwhelming concern. Though the question of what he found hung in the air no words escaped her mouth.
"There was this guy named Charlie well he went by Chaz actually but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that he was involved in this whole thing. He was there the night Fawkes was beat up in fact he was that guy Fawkes told us about ya know the one that was gonna take off the door you know the one."
Claire nodded still deeply interested in what Bobby was saying.
"Well, it seems this guy was a plant from the CIA. They were trying to get a handle on who these guys were and what they were up to. My source tells me that Chaz got in but once they were ready to go after the target it was too late he had to go. They wanted to know everything these guys were planning and going along was the only way. At least that's what my source says. Anyhow, the guy went in and once he got out of there he ended up at Fort Leavitt. Then, a few weeks ago he spilled all to his grandfather."
Claire looked at Bobby in complete shock his grandfather? She thought completely stunned by what she was hearing..
"Guess who the kids grandfather is Claire?" Bobby asked.
Claire leaned forward the questions in her eyes.
"The kids name is Charlie Borden the third."
Claire sat back and blew out a sigh of amazement. "No?!"
"Yes Claire, and he's been tellin' the boss everything he knows about Michel Stark and the bad guys. I was thinking maybe I'd go check at the gazebo once Darien's awake see if the boss called with any knew info. Maybe some little tidbit his grandson gave us that we don't know about."
"That would be a pleasant idea. For all we know there could be a plant right here and we don't know about it. Oh, and Bobby when you do talk to the official let him know that Darien's going to be just fine, alright?"
Bobby walked over to Darien's bed watching his friend rest peacefully. "You just make sure he does make it through this okay Claire?" Claire nodded and Bobby rested back in the chair waiting for Fawkes to wake up.
Charles Borden sat at his grandson's bedside. He had been shot in the leg which wasn't that big a deal, but he had lost a ton of blood before he got any help. Chaz woke turning to see his grandfather.
Charlie Borden was a good man one of the best as far as Chaz was concerned. About the time Chaz enlisted in the government he wanted to go to work for his grandfather, but the 'fish had denied his request saying the agency was just too dangerous. He said that he was worried enough about his agents he didn't want to have to worry about Chaz too. So there it was the end to a dream so he enlisted with the CIA hoping one day he would be able to get assigned to the agency.
"What're you still doing here granddad?" Chaz asked weakly.
"And, where else would I be when my favorite grandson is in the hospital?" The 'fish asked with a touch of an air to his voice.
"I just thought...well, I thought you would want to go to the office after what I told you. Ya know get word to your agents and all." Chaz looked hauntingly at his grandfather. Hoping he really wanted to be there but at the same time thinking he just wanted more information.
"Charlie, now why would I want to do that when I have perfectly capable people taking care of that 'for me' huh? Besides I wanted to give you the good news myself."
Chaz sat up on his elbow very interested.
"You have been reassigned to the agency." Chaz couldn't believe it his grandfather was so against this what could possibly... Upon asking the official told him that if he was going to get wounded on duty he'd rather it was on 'his' terms not the CIA's.
Chaz was thrilled, but at the same time deeply disturbed and he felt like he'd just been shot down over an ocean. He loved his grandfather deeply, but he couldn't let him control him like this.
"Granddad?"
"Yes, son?"
"Would it be alright if I think about it for a while?"
Charlie was about to say no, but then as he noticed the look in his grandson's eyes he relented and said that would be fine. The two Borden's sat and talked into the night. As Chaz fell asleep Charlie stayed by his side. Getting worried, the official began to pace the room. He had not been notified of his agents current situation since he had spoken to Fred.
Darien woke abruptly sitting straight up in bed. Bobby was slumped over asleep in a chair by his bed while Claire was next to him going over numbers. Claire looked up from her studies. Seeing Darien was awake she strolled over to Darien's side.
"And, how are we feeling this morning Darien?"
" WE, are feeling like 'we' were run over by a train. I dunno how you feel but that's how 'I' feel."
Claire smiled at his commentary. "Actually, you wore me out very nicely last night in surgery."
Darien lay back in exhaustion. Claire checking his vitals gave him a dose of morphine and went back to going over numbers as Darien drifted off to sleep.
Warning: Damage to some well liked characters.
The Storm Part Five
Bobby awoke to the sound of a rainstorm beating hard against the window. He sat up in the chair he had fallen asleep in, to notice that he was still in Darien's room. Claire was across the room prepping something that looked like a syringe and scalpel.
"What's going on there keep?" Claire turned a bit startled she almost dropped what she was working on.
"Nothing for you to worry about. I just need to give Darien a new medication, but first I need to do some minor surgery."
"What kind of minor surgery my friend?" Bobby was concerned now.
Claire walked over syringe in hand. "I need to remove some of that nasty infection I can't seem to get rid of otherwise." Bobby grabbed her by the arm as she was about to inject Darien with the meds to put him completely out.
"What Bobby?!" Claire said a bit put off. She straightened and looked Bobby in the eye.
"Claire, don't you think we should let him finish with what he was trying to tell us first. Before, you go cuttin' him up again?
She nodded and put the meds back for now.
A few hours later Darien awoke to the faces of his friends.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" Before they had a chance to say a word Darien remembered the events from the night before.
"Yeah okay I remember I was telling you guys about what happened. I need to finish but first. Claire, could you get me my crutches so we can go outside? I am so sick of this room."
"Yes Darien. But first I thought you should know. I'm going to have to do more surgery on your knee to remove some of the infection. I'm sorry Darien, but I'm afraid there's no other way." Darien nodded saying he knew something was up the way it wasn't heeling and all. He asked about the rest of his injuries. She assured him that they were coming along nicely. They just take longer to heal than some injuries.
Claire then retrieved the crutches while continuing to explain his situation. After not more than ten to twenty minutes they had retreated to the grounds outside. It was quite wet and muddy from the rainstorm, but tolerable.
Wiping the bench where Darien wanted to sit of the rain. Claire helped Darien get settled before he began.
"Where was I?" Darien asked, not really wanting an answer, but getting one anyway.
"You were saying something about your conversation you had with Bobby here." Claire said as she laid the crutches on the grass beside her.
"That's right, you were saying somethin' about your phone call my friend. Which, I might add was 'not' what I said." Darien and Claire both glared at the little man standing before them with his arms folded across his chest. "BOBBY!" They said in unison.
"I was just sayin'. Man, you people can be touchy sometimes." They shot him another glare this one more threatening than the last. "Fine, fine Bobby Hobbes can take a hint he knows exactly when to shut up my friends." Bobby continued this for another minute or two before he finally 'did' shut up.
"Where was I? Oh yeah I remember I was talking to Bobby when Charlie outside was still pounding on the door. He was saying something about taking the door off its hinges so I picked up the bat from the bathroom floor and lifted myself up into the bathtub....
"I am going to kill you Fawkes! You don't believe me? We'll just see about that when I get these screws out of this door here!" Charlie screamed. He had found some tools and was getting ready to take the door off of its hinges.
Darien heard him after he hung up with Bobby. Fear flowed through his body, as the weakened condition he was in was beginning to take its toll. He saw the bat on the bathroom floor. Picking it up Darien looked around for a place to hide. The nearest place was the bathtub. It looked so far away, but he had to get himself there and shut the shower curtain if he could.
Sammy awoke with a terrible headache. Looking around he realized that the others were gone. The only ones left were himself and Charlie who was actively trying to take the door off its hinges. No one else was there, it was perfect he could get rid of Charlie, convince Michel 'and' get the reward for himself.
Sammy inched his way forward gun in hand. He tapped Charlie on the shoulder, Charlie jumped, startled by the action. He had thought Sammy was still knocked out.
"Hey man, don't be scaring me like that."
"No problem Chaz, I won't be scaring you ever again." Sammy said with a wicked smile on his face.
"O-O-kay, let me have that gun and we can shoot the lock off of this thing and get in there and get this thing over with." Charlie watched Sammy as he walked over and sat on the couch across the room. Why was this guy just sittin' there? Instead of helping him finish the job with Darien and get outa here. But, little did he know the job 'was' finished at least as far as he was concerned.
"C'mon man, we gotta get Fawkes and finish this thing. You don't want to leave things hangin' like this man. Do ya? The boss said he wanted Fawkes in a coma and that's what we gotta do. Or you know what happens to guys that cross the boss man. So c'mon. What're ya still sittin' there for?" Charlie was getting worried and extremely nervous. Sammy was still just sitting there not moving an inch, holding his head.
Sammy turned on the couch. "Would you please just shut ... up! My head hurts and 'you' are not helping!" Sammy looked at Charlie long and hard getting ready to fire. Charlie thought he was aiming for the door and moved out of his way just in time, he thought. Sammy fired his gun missing the door completely, but hitting Charlie in the leg. Charlie screamed grabbing his leg and falling to the floor in pain.
"Aw dammit, I missed!" Sammy said in absolute and utter anger.
"Yeah I'd say so! Sammy, you hit me in the leg, man Ahh!" While gripping his leg and screaming in pain Charlie looked on at Sammy in panic. What was this guy trying to do? He needed help with Darien, major help now that the guy totally missed his target. Charlie was nervous that the guy would miss again and kill him next time.
"I know Chaz, I was aiming for your head, but you had to go and move on me! Now, just stay there and DON'T MOVE!"
Sammy took aim again. Charlie having not been paying much attention saw Sammy take aim again 'on him' and got to his feet running furiously and fast as he could with his wounded leg out the door and slamming it hard behind him.
The sound was so loud that it sent a surge of pain through Sammy's skull forcing him to fall to his knees in pain. The pain became so agonizing he lost his grip on the gun and it fell freely to the floor, as he himself also fell to the floor beside the gun unconscious.
Darien gripped harder on the bat after hearing the gunshots. He was ready to knock off anyone's head that came through those doors. "That's when you guys got there, man." Darien said.
"Alright, so what happened to this Charlie guy?" Bobby asked. Darien shook his head he had no idea.
"Darien, I think we should go back in, so we can get started on that leg." Claire said helping Darien back up.
"You guys go ahead I'm gonna go find Fred. See if maybe we can find out more about these guys that did this to you. But I'll tell ya they sure don't sound like the type 'Chrysalis' usually hires."
"They're not Bobby. They're the kind of guys that Michel Stark hires." Claire commented as she helped Darien back onto his crutches.
"I know Claire. You just take care of Fawkes. And Fawkes, don't worry, me and Fred'll find 'em for ya partner." Bobby said patting Darien gently on the back.
Bobby took off before either one could say another word.
Bobby looked everywhere in that house for Fred. He had even called Carlos thinking Fred was there and that maybe the guy he had some news on where these guys were and what they were up to. But, no he wasn't there either.
Bobby slammed down the phone and was about to go out looking for Fred when Stephen came up behind him. Stephen had to stop him from going to that spring up the road if he could. "Can I help you agent Hobbes?" Stephen asked.
"Naw, not unless you can do me a miracle and find Fred for me?"
"He said something about going into town, but he didn't say where, if that helps? Stephen looked down at the floor. Noticing he had mud on his shoes he had to think quick.
"He and I went up the road to the spring a bit ago. He said something about going into town. I asked him if he wanted me to go with him, but... he insisted I come back here and spend some time with Charlotte."
Bobby looked at Stephen confused, but thankful for the information at the same time.
"Oh, you haven't met my sister Charlotte have you?" Bobby shook his head.
"No, but that'll have to wait. Right now I'm goin' into town, see what I can find out about a couple of leads I have. Maybe, I'll even find Fred while I'm at it.
Stephen walked towards the stairs and turned in mid stride. "Agent Hobbes, good luck! I hope you find what you're looking for."
Bobby left out the door. Seeing Fred's truck in the garage, he wondered why Fred hadn't taken it. Going back to the main house Bobby went in search of Genie, Fred's wife maybe she would know somethin' 'cause this just didn't sit right with Bobby Hobbes my friends.
Charlotte had been in her room cleaning up and watching out the window when she saw Darien and friends in their little pow-wow as she called it. She wanted to find out what was going on down there. But, couldn't without bringing attention to herself. She watched as Bobby went into the garage and came back to the house with concern written all over his face. Fawkes was sure more resilient than Michel said he was.
Stephen walked in the room he then sat in the corner chair laying a file on the nearby table. Bridgett walked over to the bed. Sitting down she listened to Stephen intently on the happenings of the past while. She had been staring at the folder on the table for quite some time. Not really hearing Stephen and his commentaries about Bobby she walked over to the table caressing the folder.
"So Stephen?" She asked.
"hmm?"
She picked up the file getting ready to open it. "Are these the plans for our groups little job we're supposed to be pulling? 'Cause if it is I've got our part of this little scam in the car under the dashboard."
"No, but its something else you really should read though." Stephen commented sullenly.
Bridgett opened the file sat down on the bed and began to read. It was devastating to her what this man Michel had said had committed such atrocities as crimes against the country among other things was in actuality a true American hero. A hero who Michel's brother and friends had taken almost everything this man held dear away from him. From his brother Kevin to Alianora. Through it all this man had remained the true hero.
She threw down the file papers flying everywhere. She stood with such force Stephen was afraid she would hit something. Maybe even him.
"Who does Michel think he is? I'd have a mind to go kill him myself with my own bare hands if I knew he wouldn't kill me first for not doing his dirty little job for him." Bridgett paced the room swinging her arms hysterically while she spoke. Stephen just sat in the chair watching and listening to her intently.
"Who is he to think he can run our lives like this? We have to do something Stephen. Did you even have a plan forming in that evil little mind of yours?" She swung on him in anger. She did not like surprises and even more than that she hated being lead into a trap with no way out. And this was definitely one of those.
Stephen finally stood taking her by the arms he turned her to face him. "Bridgett calm yourself. You need to have a clear head."
"Calm MYSELF?! The idiot wants us dead and you want me to calm myself? How dare you Stephen?!" Bridgett turned to Stephen as she screamed arms flying through the air. She paced the small room in anger, finally finding rest in a chair opposite Stephen. She was tense, but at the same time she was just utterly overwhelmed.
"I just think if we're going to form any kind of plan at all to catch Michel. We need to have clear heads." Stephen was adamant with her now.
Bridgett took a deep breath rubbing her hands nervously up and down her thighs. She let out a long sigh before settling down. "Maybe your right Stephen its just I want Michel's head on a platter, you know?."
Stephen nodded and took her hand. "We're going to figure this out Bridgett. Don't worry about that. We will beat Michel at his own game."
Tears streamed down Bridgett's face as she looked up at her friend who pulled her up into a long and much needed embrace.
Over the next several hours Bridgett and Stephen began to formulate a plan. That would help them get Michel 'without' getting themselves killed.
Claire and Bobby got Darien back to the room successfully. Claire then went down to the basement to prepare a room for surgery. Bobby remained behind trying to keep his friend calm while they waited. After some time Genie came looking for Alex.
"Hey Bobby, have you seen Alex?" Genie asked.
"No, but she pretty much has a mind of her own, she's probably off on some case or somethin'. I did have a question for you though. Stephen said Fred went into town earlier but I stopped by the garage and his truck was still there."
"Oh, don't worry about that. There's this guy up the road from the spring. He likes to go into town with Fred sometimes. Fred usually stops by when he's up there and they're gone for days." Genie stated.
"You don't have to worry about Alex though she can take care of herself. Was there something I can help you with?" Bobby asked.
"No, its just that, that Charlotte girl looks so familiar and I know Alex has connections and all so..." Bobby sat up in his chair. Who did they think 'he' was chopped liver?
"I could go try a few connections on Hobbes net if you'd like?"
"Yes actually, that would be great Bobby! Thanks!"
Bobby got up checking on Darien who had fallen asleep while waiting for Claire. He looked relaxed for once. As he was about to leave with Genie Claire came in with a couple of agents to retrieve Darien. She was ready for him. Bobby was going to wait there, but decided to go check Hobbes net on Alex's computer while he waited instead.
As he entered Alex's room he noticed something was wrong. First, the door was wide open. Alex, was almost psychotic on keeping that door shut. Secondly, her computer was running and her window was wide open and it was still raining out. Alex was no perfectionist. But, the lady 'was' careful. This, however was not being careful at all. Bobby knew something was wrong and ran around trying to find Alex. Finally he decided to go back to her room and do some look ups on Hobbes net before he went doing anything rash. But as he did so he forgot all about Genies request to do a check on Charlotte.
Claire was in surgery for the next hour. She was exhausted by the time she came out of there. Bobby was waiting patiently or rather impatiently outside the room.
As Claire followed the agents carrying Darien she was startled when she absently almost ran right into Bobby.
"How is invisaboy doin' Claire?" Bobby asked nervously.
"He could be better, but I think he'll recover fully now."
Bobby sighed in relief placing hands on his knees he bent over breathing some very long very deep breaths.
Bobby looked up, "we need to talk Claire. I got some info from Hobbes net and we 'really' need to talk."
Claire looked put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side. "What is it Bobby?"
Bobby ushered Claire up stairs to Darien's room. Once Darien was settled they grabbed a couple of chairs and sat not far from the bed. "Alright now Bobby, Darien's resting comfortably and, I'm sitting like you wanted so tell me Bobby what is it?" Claire put her full attention on Bobby now.
"Well Claire, its just ... Oh!" He let out a loud sigh and leaned forward resting his head on his hand.
"I was looking up some info on Alex's computer ..."
"Oh, I love her computer it has..." Claire started.
Bobby looked at Claire with a strained look of distress and anger at her interruption. "Claire would you stop it I'm tryin' here o k?"
Claire straightened covering her mouth through a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry Bobby I didn't mean to..."
"I know Claire, now as I was sayin' I looked on Hobbes net and I found somethin'." Claire looked at Bobby with overwhelming concern. Though the question of what he found hung in the air no words escaped her mouth.
"There was this guy named Charlie well he went by Chaz actually but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that he was involved in this whole thing. He was there the night Fawkes was beat up in fact he was that guy Fawkes told us about ya know the one that was gonna take off the door you know the one."
Claire nodded still deeply interested in what Bobby was saying.
"Well, it seems this guy was a plant from the CIA. They were trying to get a handle on who these guys were and what they were up to. My source tells me that Chaz got in but once they were ready to go after the target it was too late he had to go. They wanted to know everything these guys were planning and going along was the only way. At least that's what my source says. Anyhow, the guy went in and once he got out of there he ended up at Fort Leavitt. Then, a few weeks ago he spilled all to his grandfather."
Claire looked at Bobby in complete shock his grandfather? She thought completely stunned by what she was hearing..
"Guess who the kids grandfather is Claire?" Bobby asked.
Claire leaned forward the questions in her eyes.
"The kids name is Charlie Borden the third."
Claire sat back and blew out a sigh of amazement. "No?!"
"Yes Claire, and he's been tellin' the boss everything he knows about Michel Stark and the bad guys. I was thinking maybe I'd go check at the gazebo once Darien's awake see if the boss called with any knew info. Maybe some little tidbit his grandson gave us that we don't know about."
"That would be a pleasant idea. For all we know there could be a plant right here and we don't know about it. Oh, and Bobby when you do talk to the official let him know that Darien's going to be just fine, alright?"
Bobby walked over to Darien's bed watching his friend rest peacefully. "You just make sure he does make it through this okay Claire?" Claire nodded and Bobby rested back in the chair waiting for Fawkes to wake up.
Charles Borden sat at his grandson's bedside. He had been shot in the leg which wasn't that big a deal, but he had lost a ton of blood before he got any help. Chaz woke turning to see his grandfather.
Charlie Borden was a good man one of the best as far as Chaz was concerned. About the time Chaz enlisted in the government he wanted to go to work for his grandfather, but the 'fish had denied his request saying the agency was just too dangerous. He said that he was worried enough about his agents he didn't want to have to worry about Chaz too. So there it was the end to a dream so he enlisted with the CIA hoping one day he would be able to get assigned to the agency.
"What're you still doing here granddad?" Chaz asked weakly.
"And, where else would I be when my favorite grandson is in the hospital?" The 'fish asked with a touch of an air to his voice.
"I just thought...well, I thought you would want to go to the office after what I told you. Ya know get word to your agents and all." Chaz looked hauntingly at his grandfather. Hoping he really wanted to be there but at the same time thinking he just wanted more information.
"Charlie, now why would I want to do that when I have perfectly capable people taking care of that 'for me' huh? Besides I wanted to give you the good news myself."
Chaz sat up on his elbow very interested.
"You have been reassigned to the agency." Chaz couldn't believe it his grandfather was so against this what could possibly... Upon asking the official told him that if he was going to get wounded on duty he'd rather it was on 'his' terms not the CIA's.
Chaz was thrilled, but at the same time deeply disturbed and he felt like he'd just been shot down over an ocean. He loved his grandfather deeply, but he couldn't let him control him like this.
"Granddad?"
"Yes, son?"
"Would it be alright if I think about it for a while?"
Charlie was about to say no, but then as he noticed the look in his grandson's eyes he relented and said that would be fine. The two Borden's sat and talked into the night. As Chaz fell asleep Charlie stayed by his side. Getting worried, the official began to pace the room. He had not been notified of his agents current situation since he had spoken to Fred.
Darien woke abruptly sitting straight up in bed. Bobby was slumped over asleep in a chair by his bed while Claire was next to him going over numbers. Claire looked up from her studies. Seeing Darien was awake she strolled over to Darien's side.
"And, how are we feeling this morning Darien?"
" WE, are feeling like 'we' were run over by a train. I dunno how you feel but that's how 'I' feel."
Claire smiled at his commentary. "Actually, you wore me out very nicely last night in surgery."
Darien lay back in exhaustion. Claire checking his vitals gave him a dose of morphine and went back to going over numbers as Darien drifted off to sleep.
