A New Breed Chapter 6
Authors: Da Peanut Butter (I_Woman) and Da Chocolate (Alli)
LithiumBorg (Miami_Momma) and InvisoBorg (Alli)
Please see disclaimers in part 1
Rated PG-13 because Alli felt the need for one very teeny tiny curse
word. :)
Chapter 6
Detective Peterson and Agent Alex Monroe were working on the Tate
disappearance. "Tell me Detective Peterson, why are Drs. Tate and
Parker working with you and the FBI?"
"That is classified information Ms. Monroe; sometimes even I don't
know what's going with them." Det. Peterson pulled out a picture of
Ed Tate and showed it to Alex, "This is a picture of Dr. Ed Tate,
take a good look, cause we need to find him."
"Oh my God!! This is impossible!" Alex exclaimed as she gazed at the
photo.
"What, you've seen him?"
"No.but he looks just like Darien Fawkes.oh my God.there's two of
them!" Alex said.
"Darien Fawkes?" Det. Peterson asked.
"One of the agents I work with. The one that Tate was mistaken for,
Fawkes was Arnaud's original target. I'm not in the habit of carrying
pictures of my partners, especially Fawkes and Hobbes. But this is
amazing; apart from the hair I would say they were twins."
"What do you know about this Arnaud character?" Ray asked Alex as
they walked up to a medical supply company that had a local warehouse.
"Arnaud is a bio-terrorist and he killed Fawkes' brother. He's also
after something that Darien has,"
"I guess you're not going to tell me what that is?" Ray eyed Alex
knowing that she won't tell him anything.
"That's right, it's classified."
"Okay, I've heard that before. Now will you tell me why we're
standing in front of a medical supply warehouse?" Ray looked around
to observe his surroundings.
"Trust me on this Detective, this is where we should start," Alex
walked inside the building.
"I hate these government types," Ray followed Alex inside and stood
by Alex at the counter.
A clerk came out, "May I help you?"
Both Alex and Ray flashed their badges, "I have a few questions I
need to ask you."
"Okay.go ahead." The clerk was a bit nervous.
"I want to know if there have been any rush orders and deliveries of
surgical equipment in the last few days." Alex glared at the young
man as his eyes went from her to the tall and heavy set Detective.
"I could check the computer.any specific items?" The clerk asked as
he quickly typed on the keyboard.
"Well, yes.let me see, a rotating table, a drill to remove parts of
the skull." Alex continued her list unaware of the stare she was
getting from Ray.
Ray couldn't believe what he was hearing, a rotating table and a
drill. He listened as the agent slowly was getting the information
they needed to find Ed.
"Okay, yes.here it is. Most of those items were ordered and delivered
to this location. Here is the address." The clerk handed the paper to
Alex and was happy when the two of them left.
"Okay, suppose you tell me what all that was about?" Ray stopped Alex.
"Detective Peterson, we need to find Ed before it's too late," Alex
opened the car door and got in.
Ray mumbled to himself, "This whole thing just gets stranger by the
day." Ray started the car and drove to where Arnaud had Ed. "You
think that Arnaud is going to operate on Ed?"
"Yes, I do and I suggest you hurry." Alex gave Ray directions on how
to get to where Ed was and they hoped they weren't too late.
Alex and Ray raced to Arnaud's hideout. Alex looked at her
watch, "We should be there in 20 minutes."
"Now this `da Phone' person..." Since Ray is a detective, he's not
about to let this drop. He wanted every detail and he was determined
to test his skills and break this agent.
"...it's de Fohn..." Alex said while she checked her weapon.
"...whatever...he's after Agent Fawkes for what, information?
Revenge?" Ray studied Alex's expression for any hint of
acknowledgement to his questioning.
"You can say that," Alex looked at the directions and told Ray to
make a right at the next light.
"Which one?"
"Both." Ray shot Alex a puzzled look. Alex continued, "Let's just
say that if de Fohn tries to extract this `information', it would
kill Fawkes or Dr. Tate in this case." The tone in Alex's voice told
Ray that she was very serious.
"What did Fawkes do to de Fohn?"
"Actually, it's what de Fohn did to Fawkes. Darien has
the `information' that Arnaud wants and Arnaud will kill him to get
it. Both want revenge on the other and of course, Fawkes always does
what he does best.being a smart a...."
Ray gave Alex a concerned look, "He must be a valuable agent."
Alex mumbled, "Yeah, the `Seventeen Million Dollar Man'."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I said we have seventeen miles to go. Back up is on the way"
*******************************8
Ed felt cold and drowsy from the effects of the anesthesia that were
slowly wearing off. He slowly opened his eyes and became aware that
he was now in a different room. No surgical equipment, no
assistants, nothing. He was lying on his stomach with his face to
the floor. Ed slowly turned over and sat up which caused his head to
throb fiercely. Hands quickly went up to his head to try and stop the
throbbing pain. His face grimaced from the pain he tried to stop by
applying pressure to his head.
The pain was quickly joined by nausea. Ed felt his stomach suddenly
do flips and his entire body broke out in a cold sweat. "Oh.crap." Ed
bent over and vomited all the contents of his stomach and then some.
He rested up against the wall and tried to fight back the nausea.
`Where is that crazy...' Ed suddenly remembered the surgical
instruments and swiftly checked the back of his neck for a bandage.
He let out a big sigh of relief when he found none.
Ed focused his attention on his surroundings, "Great, another
cell." There were no windows and when Ed looked up, he squinted his
eyes from the bright light coming from a small skylight in the center
of the room. He gingerly stood, walked over to the door and tried
opening it, "Locked of course, well, just had to try it anyway. He
jumped when he heard a voice outside the door.
"He's awake, get Arnaud." One of the guards briskly walked off.
Arnaud appeared a few minutes later.
"Open the door."
Ed backed away from the door as soon as he heard the commotion. "No
screen to hide behind this time." The door opened. Arnaud walked in
followed by two rather large men. `I guess Biology 101 is over,' Ed
thought to himself.
Arnaud walked towards Ed and he was about to take a step back when
Arnaud grabbed his right wrist. Arnaud turned it up to view the
palmar surface of his lower arm.
"What happened?" Arnaud look intently at the unmarked wrist.
"What do you mean..." Ed asked wondering why his wrist was so
important.
"Where did you get this scar," Arnaud pointed to the ragged scar
line.
"I was surfing...." Ed tried to jerk his hand away, but the two large
men came forward and he stopped.
"Surfing...." Arnaud rolls his eyes.
"...off the coast of Maui when I hit a coral reef. I tried to brace
myself with my hands, but they slipped, and..." Ed eyed the three men
with uncertainty. How was he going to prove this?
"....it caused a circular scar conveniently in the same spot as your
orobros tattoo," Arnaud let go of Ed's wrist.
Ed studied his scar and traced the scar line with his thumb, "My
what?" Ed thought to himself, 'Where have I heard that name before?'
"Well, I should say 'Fawkes'' tattoo. You see Mr...Tate is it?"
"Ah...yes..." At this moment, Ed was content with this crazed man
calling him Mr. Tate. There were times when Ed didn't let people know
that he was a doctor, and being kidnapped was now on his list of when
to keep his mouth shut.
"There seems to be a case of mistaken identity," Arnaud walked away
from Ed and stood just behind the two large men.
'I'm dead,' Ed thought to himself as he eyed his captor and the two
men with concern. He knew what was coming next, 'You're not the one we
want. So, thank you for playing, and by the way, bang.' He needed to
think of something and fast
Arnaud stepped from behind the two men and started to pace, "I
thought you were my very good friend, Mr. Darien Fawkes. You bare a
striking resemblance to him. You see, he has in his possession a very
unique item..."
"...a gland..." Ed answered quickly. Maybe he could talk his way out
of this.
Arnaud stopped pacing, turned and smiled at Ed, "Yes...a gland, and it
belongs to me."
"This gland, it must be synthetic. There is no evidence of a
successful bio gland transplant in recorded medical research." Ed
hoped that this would spark some kind of communication and then maybe
he could find the distraction he needed to make his move.
Arnaud's face lit up, "You are a scientist?"
Ed felt that it wouldn't hurt to answer in his present situation. In
fact, it just might help him, "Yes."
A wide grin spread across Arnaud's face, "Splendid." With that,
Arnaud turned on his heels and left the room with the two goons steps
in behind him.
Ed was left standing in the middle of his cell holding his
wrist, "What the hell?"
TBC
Authors: Da Peanut Butter (I_Woman) and Da Chocolate (Alli)
LithiumBorg (Miami_Momma) and InvisoBorg (Alli)
Please see disclaimers in part 1
Rated PG-13 because Alli felt the need for one very teeny tiny curse
word. :)
Chapter 6
Detective Peterson and Agent Alex Monroe were working on the Tate
disappearance. "Tell me Detective Peterson, why are Drs. Tate and
Parker working with you and the FBI?"
"That is classified information Ms. Monroe; sometimes even I don't
know what's going with them." Det. Peterson pulled out a picture of
Ed Tate and showed it to Alex, "This is a picture of Dr. Ed Tate,
take a good look, cause we need to find him."
"Oh my God!! This is impossible!" Alex exclaimed as she gazed at the
photo.
"What, you've seen him?"
"No.but he looks just like Darien Fawkes.oh my God.there's two of
them!" Alex said.
"Darien Fawkes?" Det. Peterson asked.
"One of the agents I work with. The one that Tate was mistaken for,
Fawkes was Arnaud's original target. I'm not in the habit of carrying
pictures of my partners, especially Fawkes and Hobbes. But this is
amazing; apart from the hair I would say they were twins."
"What do you know about this Arnaud character?" Ray asked Alex as
they walked up to a medical supply company that had a local warehouse.
"Arnaud is a bio-terrorist and he killed Fawkes' brother. He's also
after something that Darien has,"
"I guess you're not going to tell me what that is?" Ray eyed Alex
knowing that she won't tell him anything.
"That's right, it's classified."
"Okay, I've heard that before. Now will you tell me why we're
standing in front of a medical supply warehouse?" Ray looked around
to observe his surroundings.
"Trust me on this Detective, this is where we should start," Alex
walked inside the building.
"I hate these government types," Ray followed Alex inside and stood
by Alex at the counter.
A clerk came out, "May I help you?"
Both Alex and Ray flashed their badges, "I have a few questions I
need to ask you."
"Okay.go ahead." The clerk was a bit nervous.
"I want to know if there have been any rush orders and deliveries of
surgical equipment in the last few days." Alex glared at the young
man as his eyes went from her to the tall and heavy set Detective.
"I could check the computer.any specific items?" The clerk asked as
he quickly typed on the keyboard.
"Well, yes.let me see, a rotating table, a drill to remove parts of
the skull." Alex continued her list unaware of the stare she was
getting from Ray.
Ray couldn't believe what he was hearing, a rotating table and a
drill. He listened as the agent slowly was getting the information
they needed to find Ed.
"Okay, yes.here it is. Most of those items were ordered and delivered
to this location. Here is the address." The clerk handed the paper to
Alex and was happy when the two of them left.
"Okay, suppose you tell me what all that was about?" Ray stopped Alex.
"Detective Peterson, we need to find Ed before it's too late," Alex
opened the car door and got in.
Ray mumbled to himself, "This whole thing just gets stranger by the
day." Ray started the car and drove to where Arnaud had Ed. "You
think that Arnaud is going to operate on Ed?"
"Yes, I do and I suggest you hurry." Alex gave Ray directions on how
to get to where Ed was and they hoped they weren't too late.
Alex and Ray raced to Arnaud's hideout. Alex looked at her
watch, "We should be there in 20 minutes."
"Now this `da Phone' person..." Since Ray is a detective, he's not
about to let this drop. He wanted every detail and he was determined
to test his skills and break this agent.
"...it's de Fohn..." Alex said while she checked her weapon.
"...whatever...he's after Agent Fawkes for what, information?
Revenge?" Ray studied Alex's expression for any hint of
acknowledgement to his questioning.
"You can say that," Alex looked at the directions and told Ray to
make a right at the next light.
"Which one?"
"Both." Ray shot Alex a puzzled look. Alex continued, "Let's just
say that if de Fohn tries to extract this `information', it would
kill Fawkes or Dr. Tate in this case." The tone in Alex's voice told
Ray that she was very serious.
"What did Fawkes do to de Fohn?"
"Actually, it's what de Fohn did to Fawkes. Darien has
the `information' that Arnaud wants and Arnaud will kill him to get
it. Both want revenge on the other and of course, Fawkes always does
what he does best.being a smart a...."
Ray gave Alex a concerned look, "He must be a valuable agent."
Alex mumbled, "Yeah, the `Seventeen Million Dollar Man'."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I said we have seventeen miles to go. Back up is on the way"
*******************************8
Ed felt cold and drowsy from the effects of the anesthesia that were
slowly wearing off. He slowly opened his eyes and became aware that
he was now in a different room. No surgical equipment, no
assistants, nothing. He was lying on his stomach with his face to
the floor. Ed slowly turned over and sat up which caused his head to
throb fiercely. Hands quickly went up to his head to try and stop the
throbbing pain. His face grimaced from the pain he tried to stop by
applying pressure to his head.
The pain was quickly joined by nausea. Ed felt his stomach suddenly
do flips and his entire body broke out in a cold sweat. "Oh.crap." Ed
bent over and vomited all the contents of his stomach and then some.
He rested up against the wall and tried to fight back the nausea.
`Where is that crazy...' Ed suddenly remembered the surgical
instruments and swiftly checked the back of his neck for a bandage.
He let out a big sigh of relief when he found none.
Ed focused his attention on his surroundings, "Great, another
cell." There were no windows and when Ed looked up, he squinted his
eyes from the bright light coming from a small skylight in the center
of the room. He gingerly stood, walked over to the door and tried
opening it, "Locked of course, well, just had to try it anyway. He
jumped when he heard a voice outside the door.
"He's awake, get Arnaud." One of the guards briskly walked off.
Arnaud appeared a few minutes later.
"Open the door."
Ed backed away from the door as soon as he heard the commotion. "No
screen to hide behind this time." The door opened. Arnaud walked in
followed by two rather large men. `I guess Biology 101 is over,' Ed
thought to himself.
Arnaud walked towards Ed and he was about to take a step back when
Arnaud grabbed his right wrist. Arnaud turned it up to view the
palmar surface of his lower arm.
"What happened?" Arnaud look intently at the unmarked wrist.
"What do you mean..." Ed asked wondering why his wrist was so
important.
"Where did you get this scar," Arnaud pointed to the ragged scar
line.
"I was surfing...." Ed tried to jerk his hand away, but the two large
men came forward and he stopped.
"Surfing...." Arnaud rolls his eyes.
"...off the coast of Maui when I hit a coral reef. I tried to brace
myself with my hands, but they slipped, and..." Ed eyed the three men
with uncertainty. How was he going to prove this?
"....it caused a circular scar conveniently in the same spot as your
orobros tattoo," Arnaud let go of Ed's wrist.
Ed studied his scar and traced the scar line with his thumb, "My
what?" Ed thought to himself, 'Where have I heard that name before?'
"Well, I should say 'Fawkes'' tattoo. You see Mr...Tate is it?"
"Ah...yes..." At this moment, Ed was content with this crazed man
calling him Mr. Tate. There were times when Ed didn't let people know
that he was a doctor, and being kidnapped was now on his list of when
to keep his mouth shut.
"There seems to be a case of mistaken identity," Arnaud walked away
from Ed and stood just behind the two large men.
'I'm dead,' Ed thought to himself as he eyed his captor and the two
men with concern. He knew what was coming next, 'You're not the one we
want. So, thank you for playing, and by the way, bang.' He needed to
think of something and fast
Arnaud stepped from behind the two men and started to pace, "I
thought you were my very good friend, Mr. Darien Fawkes. You bare a
striking resemblance to him. You see, he has in his possession a very
unique item..."
"...a gland..." Ed answered quickly. Maybe he could talk his way out
of this.
Arnaud stopped pacing, turned and smiled at Ed, "Yes...a gland, and it
belongs to me."
"This gland, it must be synthetic. There is no evidence of a
successful bio gland transplant in recorded medical research." Ed
hoped that this would spark some kind of communication and then maybe
he could find the distraction he needed to make his move.
Arnaud's face lit up, "You are a scientist?"
Ed felt that it wouldn't hurt to answer in his present situation. In
fact, it just might help him, "Yes."
A wide grin spread across Arnaud's face, "Splendid." With that,
Arnaud turned on his heels and left the room with the two goons steps
in behind him.
Ed was left standing in the middle of his cell holding his
wrist, "What the hell?"
TBC