The under funded six packed themselves into the now repaired holding cell.
Claire slowly entered to check on their prisoner; she was out cold. Claire
began to check the woman's body for wounds and any identification.
"I checked her blood work," she said as she examined the gunshot wound, but
couldn't find anything to identify her. "She has high levels of narcotics
in her system. Apparently, whoever did this to her, addicted her to
drugs." Claire continued to check the woman's body. Darien cleared his
throat. Claire looked up.
"Um," Darien said, "you might wanna check her other arm, Keep."
Claire checked the other arm and found a tattoo of a chrysalis inside a
Celtic trinity symbol.
"Well," Hobbes said, "I guess that proves it was Chrysalis."
The woman began to stir slightly.
"Claire," the Official ordered, "get out of there."
Claire quickly got up and locked the cell. The woman slowly sat up,
clenching her head. She groaned slightly. The pain was just a strong as
ever, if not stronger. The assassin gripped the sides of her head. She
began to rock back and forth, curling into a fetal position. The pain
continued to increase, more and more, until finally, she went numb. The
woman sat up and stared blankly at the wall. She cocked her head to the
side. She suddenly began to cry.
"Who are you?" Hobbes finally asked, after studying her.
"Do you think she'd answer?" Darien said.
"I.I am Trinity," Trinity said, meekly.
Bobby and Darien looked at each other, and then looked at her.
"I guess it works," Darien said, scratching his head. "Okay, why did you
come?"
"I came for help," she said.
"Why did you think we would help you?" Hobbes asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"I could taste it," she said, turning her head to Darien. "In your blood."
"What?" Darien asked, shocked. He moved toward the bars, grabbing them
with his hands.
"You didn't taste like the others. You tasted clean."
"That's disgusting," Bobby remarked.
"Hang on," Alex interjected. "What others?"
"The other targets," Trinity said, "all their blood was tainted."
"Yuck," Bobby said.
"So, let me get this straight," Darien interrupted. "You chose to come
here because my blood tasted clean?"
"Yes," Trinity said.
"Right," Alex said. "I don't think we should trust her."
"That's a given, Munroe," Hobbes said. "What I wanna know is, why is she
telling us all this?"
"I need your help," Trinity said
"This is crazy," Alex remarked.
"Enough," the Official said. "Doctor, I want to know how she can go
invisible."
"I'll have to run some more tests," Claire said, "but I don't think I'll
know without someone giving us the information."
"What did they do to you?" Darien asked. It was possible she knew what
happened.
Suddenly, Trinity began shaking and screaming; her headache was back in
full force. It was as though the question had triggered something in her
head. Darien winced and rubbed the back of his neck; memories of
quicksilver madness were all too fresh in his mind. He wasn't sure if what
she was going through was qsm, but he knew how she felt. He walked to the
cell door and slowly opened it.
"Stop," the Official ordered. Darien continued into the cell. He knelt
down to the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"What did they do to you?" he said again softly.
The woman looked up at him. Only one other person had ever looked at her
like that: her creator. She felt her headache subside. "I don't know.but
I know who does."
"What do you mean?" Darien said.
Before she could answer, Trinity's headache overtook her. She gripped the
sides of her head. Suddenly her eyes were blazing she lunged at Darien.
"Die!" she screamed. As she landed on top of him, her headache overtook
her. She fell to the floor, tears streaming from her eyes. "I
can't.control it!" Finally, she passed out from the pain.
Claire ran in and checked the woman. "She must be suffering from
withdrawal. We should get her to the Keep. I need to ease her pain."
"Are you sure that's wise, Doctor?" Eberts asked.
"We can restrain her if we have to," Claire pointed out. "Quickly, now."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trinity's head was throbbing, but far better than it was before she passed out. She slowly opened her eyes and was blinded by a light directly above her. She tried to sit up, but found she was restrained. She tried to struggle against her bonds, but found her muscles extremely weak. Suddenly, a head came into view, covering the light from her eyes. It was the target. "Hey, calm down," he said. "We're just trying to help." Somehow, she believed him. She stopped her struggling and relaxed. Slowly, her eyes readjusted; she looked around. "Why-," she said quietly, "Why can't I move?" "I've administered a muscle relaxant," the doctor said. "The drugs you are on caused your muscles to tense; hence, the migraines. You should feel much better now." "Th-," Trinity hesitated. She'd never said anything like this before. "Thank you." The doctor smiled. "My name is Claire.and yours was Trinity, correct?" Trinity nodded. "You probably know who I am," Darien said. "You," Trinity said, "are Darien Fawkes. Approximately six feet four inches tall, you are the younger of two children. Your older brother, Kevin Fawkes, invented the gland, which enables you to be invisible. He was killed by former resource, Arnaud de Föhn. You live alone in your apartment, except for your pet rat. Your favorite color is purple, and your favorite food is oatmeal cookies." "Whoa," Darien said blinking. "Chrysalis knows all that about me?" "No," Trinity said. "I do. I had to follow you for a few days, in order to gather information." "Well, this is fascinating," a man said, "but why are you telling us all this?" "Oh, please excuse my partner," Darien said. Trinity perked an eyebrow. "So you are Robert Hobbes, former FBI agent. You now work here, overworked, underpaid, and under appreciated. It is nice to meet you." "See?" Hobbes said, "I told you I wasn't imagining things." "Right," Claire said, "Anyway, why ARE you telling us this?" "I-," Trinity said. "I told you already.I think.your blood was clean.I trust you.and-." She looked at Darien. "You remind me of my creator.He is the only one who was kind to me." "I think we can trust her," Darien said, turning to the others. "You sure, Fawkesy?" Hobbes queried. "Ya." Darien looked back at the woman. "You said that your creator knows what happened to you. Do you know where we can find him?" Trinity nodded. "Chrysalis." "Aw, crap," Hobbes, said.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trinity's head was throbbing, but far better than it was before she passed out. She slowly opened her eyes and was blinded by a light directly above her. She tried to sit up, but found she was restrained. She tried to struggle against her bonds, but found her muscles extremely weak. Suddenly, a head came into view, covering the light from her eyes. It was the target. "Hey, calm down," he said. "We're just trying to help." Somehow, she believed him. She stopped her struggling and relaxed. Slowly, her eyes readjusted; she looked around. "Why-," she said quietly, "Why can't I move?" "I've administered a muscle relaxant," the doctor said. "The drugs you are on caused your muscles to tense; hence, the migraines. You should feel much better now." "Th-," Trinity hesitated. She'd never said anything like this before. "Thank you." The doctor smiled. "My name is Claire.and yours was Trinity, correct?" Trinity nodded. "You probably know who I am," Darien said. "You," Trinity said, "are Darien Fawkes. Approximately six feet four inches tall, you are the younger of two children. Your older brother, Kevin Fawkes, invented the gland, which enables you to be invisible. He was killed by former resource, Arnaud de Föhn. You live alone in your apartment, except for your pet rat. Your favorite color is purple, and your favorite food is oatmeal cookies." "Whoa," Darien said blinking. "Chrysalis knows all that about me?" "No," Trinity said. "I do. I had to follow you for a few days, in order to gather information." "Well, this is fascinating," a man said, "but why are you telling us all this?" "Oh, please excuse my partner," Darien said. Trinity perked an eyebrow. "So you are Robert Hobbes, former FBI agent. You now work here, overworked, underpaid, and under appreciated. It is nice to meet you." "See?" Hobbes said, "I told you I wasn't imagining things." "Right," Claire said, "Anyway, why ARE you telling us this?" "I-," Trinity said. "I told you already.I think.your blood was clean.I trust you.and-." She looked at Darien. "You remind me of my creator.He is the only one who was kind to me." "I think we can trust her," Darien said, turning to the others. "You sure, Fawkesy?" Hobbes queried. "Ya." Darien looked back at the woman. "You said that your creator knows what happened to you. Do you know where we can find him?" Trinity nodded. "Chrysalis." "Aw, crap," Hobbes, said.