Litha was pissed. There was no delicate way to put it - plain and simple, Lillith Sinclair was killing mad. It was hell to keep up with her as she drove like a mad woman out towards the Academy in it's remote and highly secured location. She hadn't even taken time to call ahead and have him detained. Litha had blood on her shirt, jeans and boots, and her knuckles were bruised, red and raw from the fistfight she'd gotten into with Burns. With her bare hands she'd killed him, the Agent who'd man-handled her mother. Despite their arguments, you don't touch Litha's mother and not pay for it. Of course, she'd not killed him for that, no no. Special Agent Lillith Sinclair killed the man quite simply because he would not tell her where Angelina Sinclair-Donovan and her mother were being held at. All she'd gotten out of him before she snapped his neck like a twig was 'Boone'.
Frank was officially scared. The plan was originally to get the two agents who kidnapped them to lead them to the location of the two hostages. But when the first one refused to talk, Litha moved to the second. Frank let her go with him and allowed her to smack him around quite a bit. She needed the venting of her frustration and temper or otherwise she'd blow a fuse and kill someone. It wasn't until Jake started into the room with a shocked look on his face that Frank realized she had already lost her fuse. She had the man down on the floor on his hands and knees. His nose was broken, his lips were busted, his face was black and blue and he looked like he got into a fight with a wall and the wall won. Frank grabbed Litha's shoulder right as he heard the crunch of his trachea being crushed in her grip.
He'd seen her eyes when she crushed that agent's neck. She was way off the charts of predictability and that was something he'd only experienced once before in his life. Alex and Jake had tried to talk her down after she'd done it, but all she did was shove Jake against the wall, push Alex back with one hand and make for the Suburban out on the street. She'd shown incredible sclarity of thinking in stopping long enough to refill both clips on her guns just in case. Everyone knew that Boone was her end target and she'd go through hell and high water to get to him. After all, he knew where her daughter and mother were being held. If anything Frank wanted to get there to save Boone... and take his own shots at the man himself.
Jake once again displayed that remarkable skill of stunt driving by swerving in and out of traffic lanes in his efforts to keep up with Litha. It wasn't easy, but it was in the same instant. All one had to do was follow the wake of wrecks and dodge the debris. After a few narrow misses, it became obvious that she was heading out to the Academy complex. Alex, while Jake was driving, was in constant contact with Monica and Cody as they and their support team went hunting for Elizabeth and Angelina Sinclair. As soon as they found the baby, they'd call.
Litha didn't slow down one bit as she made the turn off and barreled down the dirt road. The Academy complex sat off the road quite a bit and was disguised by an old dirt road to throw off unwanted visitors. But after a few minutes of driving, the monolithic structure loomed up above the forest surrounding it. The main complex was surrounded by a modest fence and a guard house sat on the main drive allowing visitors in and out. Litha paid the guard's waving no heed, not even to blow the horn at him as she laid on the gas and gunned the Suburban up over 80 mph. The guard managed to duck out of the way as the front end of the Suburban smashed the gate apart in a shower of sparks. A hail of gunfire erupted as the guard composed himself enough to pull his weapon and open fire on her. However, Frank and his team had managed to catch up with her once off the main highways.
Reining in the Suburban to a stop with the passenger side towards the oncoming gunfire, Litha calmly opened the door and stormed in through the front doors. The inside security guards recognized her instantly, but still attempted to stop her. She didn't look right. If Frank hadn't been a yard or two behind her waving off the guards, Litha would have been overpowered and possibly shot for roughing the security up or even wounding one. As it were, she stormed through the metal detectors, setting off all sorts of alarms and panicking a lot of people.
She looked like a banshee. Her hair was tangled, there were streaks of sweat and blood on her face and neck. Litha's hands were reddened, turning ugly shades of black and purple in their bruising. Her clothing was a bloody mess and her face was set in a mask of pure determination. Litha breezed past the elevators and turned down another hallway at the far end of the building. Jake and Alex were right behind Frank, who was right behind her and flashing his own badge. She'd left hers clipped to the front pocket of her jeans, but didn't even bother to point it out. Several of the students had been in her lectures and started to speak to her as she walked past them. But one look at her frightened them off. Not once during the entire trip had she said one word to anyone.
There at the end of the hallway was a set of double doors marked Lecture Hall 4WA1. Fourth Lecture Hall, A Wing, Level One. This was one of the larger lecture halls and it was typical of the cliches - auditorium seating that dipped down to a lectern or stage at the far end of the 'theater'. Litha didn't even stop as she strode towards those doors with a purpose. Instead she unholstered one pistol and thumbed the safety off, then the other. Both pistols in a firm but loose grip, she didn't even stop to open the doors. Instead she snarled and kicked the door open.
The double doors flew open with an explosive crash as they flew back and banged against the walls. Several students in the rear rows jumped out of their seats, a few even screamed when they saw all 5'9" of pissed off Banshee named Lillith Morgana Sinclair walking through the doors, both Desert Eagle .45mm guns in hand. Frank remembered seeing her at the LAX airport three days ago - the avenging angel... and this time there was hell to pay.
"SOMEONE CALL SECURITY!"
Jake and Alex looked at each other as Litha started down the steps towards her target. At the lectern staring goggle-eyed was one Eric Boone. He'd taken over Litha's lectures while she was gone. People had begun standing, some exiting the classroom in a rush when they spotted the twin guns. By the time she reached the bottom step, she had both of her weapons hammer cocked and ready to fire.
"Well, well, if it ain't Wyatt fucking Earp." he sneered at her.
"SHUT. UP." Those two growled out words were the first words out of her mouth since she asked where her daughter was from Burns. She lifted the pistol in her right hand up to Boone's forehead.
Someone else screamed in the lecture hall and Litha flicked a look at Frank.
"EVERYONE OUT!! COME ON, LET'S GO!!" Frank, Alex and Jake proceeded to herd the remainder of the students out of the hall. As they did so, Litha kept her cold stare on Boone's face, pistol mere inches from his forehead between his eyes. Boone stared back, the cruel contempt creeping into his eyes as he looked at her.
When the closing clicks of the lecture hall doors sounded, Litha knew they were alone. "Where are they you sonofabitch?"
He just smiled. Litha cocked her head slightly. So it was going to be this way, hm? Well, two could play that game.
"get out." was all she said.
Frank started to move forward, but she flipped up her left hand and aimed the pistol at him without even looking. Frank knew she could hit him without taking too strong of an aim. Her peripheral vision/sight shooting was as good as her target and moving target shooting. He put his hands up and backed off, pulling Jake and Alex with him. They all closed the two sets of doors behind them, Jake and Alex at one set, Frank at the other. There was a crowd building outside in the hallway. Word had spread that a psycho or a terrorist had taken hostages in the lecture hall. Instructor Agents had come down ready to help out, but stopped when they saw the three of them.
They did a double take when Wallace showed up and joined Frank by the door. No one was getting past them until Litha opened up the doors herself.
After they'd left, Litha lowered her left hand and lowered the hammer on the pistol. "I won't ask you again Eric. WHERE is my daughter and mother?"
"How was Sao Paolo Lillith? Meet any interesting people? I heard it got really bloody down there. Ain't that just like you to leave a blood trail behind you a mile wide. Just remember, their blood is on your hands." He sneered at her. This was going to be divine.
Her answer was to bring the butt end of her left gun up and then down across his cheek ande the bridge of his nose in a flash of movement. Boone crumpled to the floor holding his face and swearing a blue streak.
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Frank was officially scared. The plan was originally to get the two agents who kidnapped them to lead them to the location of the two hostages. But when the first one refused to talk, Litha moved to the second. Frank let her go with him and allowed her to smack him around quite a bit. She needed the venting of her frustration and temper or otherwise she'd blow a fuse and kill someone. It wasn't until Jake started into the room with a shocked look on his face that Frank realized she had already lost her fuse. She had the man down on the floor on his hands and knees. His nose was broken, his lips were busted, his face was black and blue and he looked like he got into a fight with a wall and the wall won. Frank grabbed Litha's shoulder right as he heard the crunch of his trachea being crushed in her grip.
He'd seen her eyes when she crushed that agent's neck. She was way off the charts of predictability and that was something he'd only experienced once before in his life. Alex and Jake had tried to talk her down after she'd done it, but all she did was shove Jake against the wall, push Alex back with one hand and make for the Suburban out on the street. She'd shown incredible sclarity of thinking in stopping long enough to refill both clips on her guns just in case. Everyone knew that Boone was her end target and she'd go through hell and high water to get to him. After all, he knew where her daughter and mother were being held. If anything Frank wanted to get there to save Boone... and take his own shots at the man himself.
Jake once again displayed that remarkable skill of stunt driving by swerving in and out of traffic lanes in his efforts to keep up with Litha. It wasn't easy, but it was in the same instant. All one had to do was follow the wake of wrecks and dodge the debris. After a few narrow misses, it became obvious that she was heading out to the Academy complex. Alex, while Jake was driving, was in constant contact with Monica and Cody as they and their support team went hunting for Elizabeth and Angelina Sinclair. As soon as they found the baby, they'd call.
Litha didn't slow down one bit as she made the turn off and barreled down the dirt road. The Academy complex sat off the road quite a bit and was disguised by an old dirt road to throw off unwanted visitors. But after a few minutes of driving, the monolithic structure loomed up above the forest surrounding it. The main complex was surrounded by a modest fence and a guard house sat on the main drive allowing visitors in and out. Litha paid the guard's waving no heed, not even to blow the horn at him as she laid on the gas and gunned the Suburban up over 80 mph. The guard managed to duck out of the way as the front end of the Suburban smashed the gate apart in a shower of sparks. A hail of gunfire erupted as the guard composed himself enough to pull his weapon and open fire on her. However, Frank and his team had managed to catch up with her once off the main highways.
Reining in the Suburban to a stop with the passenger side towards the oncoming gunfire, Litha calmly opened the door and stormed in through the front doors. The inside security guards recognized her instantly, but still attempted to stop her. She didn't look right. If Frank hadn't been a yard or two behind her waving off the guards, Litha would have been overpowered and possibly shot for roughing the security up or even wounding one. As it were, she stormed through the metal detectors, setting off all sorts of alarms and panicking a lot of people.
She looked like a banshee. Her hair was tangled, there were streaks of sweat and blood on her face and neck. Litha's hands were reddened, turning ugly shades of black and purple in their bruising. Her clothing was a bloody mess and her face was set in a mask of pure determination. Litha breezed past the elevators and turned down another hallway at the far end of the building. Jake and Alex were right behind Frank, who was right behind her and flashing his own badge. She'd left hers clipped to the front pocket of her jeans, but didn't even bother to point it out. Several of the students had been in her lectures and started to speak to her as she walked past them. But one look at her frightened them off. Not once during the entire trip had she said one word to anyone.
There at the end of the hallway was a set of double doors marked Lecture Hall 4WA1. Fourth Lecture Hall, A Wing, Level One. This was one of the larger lecture halls and it was typical of the cliches - auditorium seating that dipped down to a lectern or stage at the far end of the 'theater'. Litha didn't even stop as she strode towards those doors with a purpose. Instead she unholstered one pistol and thumbed the safety off, then the other. Both pistols in a firm but loose grip, she didn't even stop to open the doors. Instead she snarled and kicked the door open.
The double doors flew open with an explosive crash as they flew back and banged against the walls. Several students in the rear rows jumped out of their seats, a few even screamed when they saw all 5'9" of pissed off Banshee named Lillith Morgana Sinclair walking through the doors, both Desert Eagle .45mm guns in hand. Frank remembered seeing her at the LAX airport three days ago - the avenging angel... and this time there was hell to pay.
"SOMEONE CALL SECURITY!"
Jake and Alex looked at each other as Litha started down the steps towards her target. At the lectern staring goggle-eyed was one Eric Boone. He'd taken over Litha's lectures while she was gone. People had begun standing, some exiting the classroom in a rush when they spotted the twin guns. By the time she reached the bottom step, she had both of her weapons hammer cocked and ready to fire.
"Well, well, if it ain't Wyatt fucking Earp." he sneered at her.
"SHUT. UP." Those two growled out words were the first words out of her mouth since she asked where her daughter was from Burns. She lifted the pistol in her right hand up to Boone's forehead.
Someone else screamed in the lecture hall and Litha flicked a look at Frank.
"EVERYONE OUT!! COME ON, LET'S GO!!" Frank, Alex and Jake proceeded to herd the remainder of the students out of the hall. As they did so, Litha kept her cold stare on Boone's face, pistol mere inches from his forehead between his eyes. Boone stared back, the cruel contempt creeping into his eyes as he looked at her.
When the closing clicks of the lecture hall doors sounded, Litha knew they were alone. "Where are they you sonofabitch?"
He just smiled. Litha cocked her head slightly. So it was going to be this way, hm? Well, two could play that game.
"get out." was all she said.
Frank started to move forward, but she flipped up her left hand and aimed the pistol at him without even looking. Frank knew she could hit him without taking too strong of an aim. Her peripheral vision/sight shooting was as good as her target and moving target shooting. He put his hands up and backed off, pulling Jake and Alex with him. They all closed the two sets of doors behind them, Jake and Alex at one set, Frank at the other. There was a crowd building outside in the hallway. Word had spread that a psycho or a terrorist had taken hostages in the lecture hall. Instructor Agents had come down ready to help out, but stopped when they saw the three of them.
They did a double take when Wallace showed up and joined Frank by the door. No one was getting past them until Litha opened up the doors herself.
After they'd left, Litha lowered her left hand and lowered the hammer on the pistol. "I won't ask you again Eric. WHERE is my daughter and mother?"
"How was Sao Paolo Lillith? Meet any interesting people? I heard it got really bloody down there. Ain't that just like you to leave a blood trail behind you a mile wide. Just remember, their blood is on your hands." He sneered at her. This was going to be divine.
Her answer was to bring the butt end of her left gun up and then down across his cheek ande the bridge of his nose in a flash of movement. Boone crumpled to the floor holding his face and swearing a blue streak.
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