The Official sat at his desk going over the report Claire had produced.
This was incredible. Arnaud's gland.an invisible assassin.a Chrysalis
turncoat. This could be very lucrative. The Official chuckled to himself.
"Whatcha doin'?" a little voice said.
The Official looked up and saw Violette standing in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" he said.
"Uncle Bobby put me in here after I met Ms. Munroe."
"What? That means you've been in here all afternoon."
Violette nodded.
"Eberts!" the Official shouted.
Eberts popped into room 202 suddenly, with a large stack of papers in his
arms.
"Yes, sir?" he said, a little frayed around the edges.
"What is Bobby's niece doing in here?" the Official asked "I didn't even
know Bobby had a niece!"
"She is not Agent Hobbes' niece, sir. She is Dr. DuLac's daughter,
Violette."
On cue, Violette curtsied and smiled. "It's very nice to meet you."
The Official was completely flustered, but he found the little girl quite
cute.maybe too cute. He cleared his throat. "What is she doing here?"
"The Keeper felt that it would be prudent to have Violette stay a little
longer here, after her surgery," Eberts said.
The Official grunted. Violette laughed. He glared at the little girl.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"You make funny noises," Violette said through giggles.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes. Uncle Bobby said you're the fat man.but you don't look very fat to
me."
That made the Official snicker a little. He hated that nickname. "You're
very smart, you know that?"
"Thank you," she said, curtsying again. "May I ask what your name is?"
She finished with a big grin.
"Hm.well, if you have an Uncle Bobby, you can call me Uncle Charlie."
She scratched her head. That didn't make a whole lot of sense to her.
"Ok, Uncle Charlie."
The Official chuckled. Eberts chuckled too.
"Shut up, Eberts," The Official said, ceasing his laughter.
"Yes, sir," Eberts said, shutting up.
Violette giggled. "You're silly."
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Tobias sat staring at Trinity in the holding cell. Frankly, he couldn't blame them. He certainly wouldn't trust them. Heck, he didn't. Trinity was shaking as her body adapted to being substance free. Tobias leaned down and stroked the side of her face. What had he done to her? He shook his head. What was he thinking? Why was he thinking? Of course, he did this; it was what Chrysalis wanted. He had seen her inside her stasis chamber for nearly a year now. She'd become more than an experiment to him.something so much more. He had to fix this.or at least ease her pain. He knew what he would have to do. Trinity began to cry as though in pain; she slowly opened her eyes. "Creator?" she asked weakly. "Trinity, call me Tobias...no, call me Tobey." She nodded. Tobey pulled Trinity into his lap. "Trinity, I'm so sorry that you're in pain, but we need to get you off the drugs. You'll have to go cold turkey." "Please don't leave me," she wept. He looked deep into her eyes; they seemed too innocent, despite what she had done. It was almost as though she were lost. He had to help her find her way. "I won't," Tobey said with a sigh, "I promise I'll stay by your side until you're better." Trinity smiled. "Thank you." She closed her eyes again. Tobey held her close. He would make things right.
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Hobbes walked into the Keep, rubbing his eyes. It was late.really late. Still, he had a feeling that everyone was still there. He looked around. Darien was on the demented dentist's chair and Claire was at his side. She looked concerned. Darien looked.well, like a very tired Darien. "Hey, Keepie," Hobbes greeted, "Hey, partner." "Oh, hi, Bobby," Claire said. She sighed. Darien just nodded. God, he was tired. "What're you two up to?" Bobby yawned. Claire sighed again. "Well, I'm checking Darien for any ill side effects of the suicide gene.and his injuries." "What about the Chrysali?" "We moved them to the holding cell." "So," Hobbes said, putting his hand on Darien's shoulder, "how you feelin', Fawkesy?" "Ire. Ery ired. I ou ou om eep," Darien said, yawning. "What?" "I said. I could use some sleep." "Well, that's obvious, my friend." Darien only groaned. "Why don't you nap," Claire said. "I think I have enough from you.for now." "Great," Darien said, laying back and closing his eyes. Claire signaled to Bobby to follow her to the back of the room. "So, what's the scoop, Keepie?" he asked. "Well, everything that Tobey said checks out. I crosschecked the DNA of her adrenal glands with Arnaud's DNA sample we have on file. She really does have Arnaud in her. However, she'll be going through some terrible withdrawal soon. I'm not sure exactly what will happen after that." "Wow.what about our other invisible friend here?" "Darien.well, I've found an anomaly in his blood, but I can't find anything directly wrong with him.. Other than that, his stab wound is healing nicely. I think, though I'll keep him here a while." "So, you working over time, Claire?" Hobbes inquired. "Ya, it sure seems like it," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Well, then let me get you some coffee.Irish cream?" "Sure, why not? I don't think a little alcohol will effect me much.Anyway, I don't think anything will happen tonight." Hobbes smiled to himself. Maybe this would work.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Tobias sat staring at Trinity in the holding cell. Frankly, he couldn't blame them. He certainly wouldn't trust them. Heck, he didn't. Trinity was shaking as her body adapted to being substance free. Tobias leaned down and stroked the side of her face. What had he done to her? He shook his head. What was he thinking? Why was he thinking? Of course, he did this; it was what Chrysalis wanted. He had seen her inside her stasis chamber for nearly a year now. She'd become more than an experiment to him.something so much more. He had to fix this.or at least ease her pain. He knew what he would have to do. Trinity began to cry as though in pain; she slowly opened her eyes. "Creator?" she asked weakly. "Trinity, call me Tobias...no, call me Tobey." She nodded. Tobey pulled Trinity into his lap. "Trinity, I'm so sorry that you're in pain, but we need to get you off the drugs. You'll have to go cold turkey." "Please don't leave me," she wept. He looked deep into her eyes; they seemed too innocent, despite what she had done. It was almost as though she were lost. He had to help her find her way. "I won't," Tobey said with a sigh, "I promise I'll stay by your side until you're better." Trinity smiled. "Thank you." She closed her eyes again. Tobey held her close. He would make things right.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hobbes walked into the Keep, rubbing his eyes. It was late.really late. Still, he had a feeling that everyone was still there. He looked around. Darien was on the demented dentist's chair and Claire was at his side. She looked concerned. Darien looked.well, like a very tired Darien. "Hey, Keepie," Hobbes greeted, "Hey, partner." "Oh, hi, Bobby," Claire said. She sighed. Darien just nodded. God, he was tired. "What're you two up to?" Bobby yawned. Claire sighed again. "Well, I'm checking Darien for any ill side effects of the suicide gene.and his injuries." "What about the Chrysali?" "We moved them to the holding cell." "So," Hobbes said, putting his hand on Darien's shoulder, "how you feelin', Fawkesy?" "Ire. Ery ired. I ou ou om eep," Darien said, yawning. "What?" "I said. I could use some sleep." "Well, that's obvious, my friend." Darien only groaned. "Why don't you nap," Claire said. "I think I have enough from you.for now." "Great," Darien said, laying back and closing his eyes. Claire signaled to Bobby to follow her to the back of the room. "So, what's the scoop, Keepie?" he asked. "Well, everything that Tobey said checks out. I crosschecked the DNA of her adrenal glands with Arnaud's DNA sample we have on file. She really does have Arnaud in her. However, she'll be going through some terrible withdrawal soon. I'm not sure exactly what will happen after that." "Wow.what about our other invisible friend here?" "Darien.well, I've found an anomaly in his blood, but I can't find anything directly wrong with him.. Other than that, his stab wound is healing nicely. I think, though I'll keep him here a while." "So, you working over time, Claire?" Hobbes inquired. "Ya, it sure seems like it," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Well, then let me get you some coffee.Irish cream?" "Sure, why not? I don't think a little alcohol will effect me much.Anyway, I don't think anything will happen tonight." Hobbes smiled to himself. Maybe this would work.