Jack
Cuvee paced back and forth angrily. The cords of his neck were popping and he spat out, "Are you telling me that a woman like you would love a man like this? What about all of our time together?"
Irina turned and stared at Cuvee, as if he were an insect. "Any *time* you and I had together was just business. Sex with you was repulsive."
The guards quickly covered their grins. One sniggered. S&G said mildly, "I think we have established that the serum is effective. Perhaps we should return to Mr. Bristow."
But Jack was watching Cuvee, whose face had turned an alarming shade of purple. Cuvee pulled his gun and aimed it at Irina. "That's it, bitch. Your usefulness is at an end."
Irina
Jack leapt out of his chair, arms outstretched for the gun in Cuvee's hands, before his guards noticed he was gone. He grabbed the gun and fell down heavily with Cuvee, wrestling for control. A shot fired, and both men froze. Irina watched in relief as Cuvee slumped, a red stain spreading on his shirt.
She looked up, and saw another threat. The guards were moving in on Jack. "Jack, roll!" she shouted, as a rifle butt came crashing down where his head had been a split-second before. She pulled herself free, and arced at kick at the guard next to her, who was sighting down his barrel at Jack.
BOOM! An explosion rocked the room as tons of dirt and debris caved in from the outer wall. A canister was tossed into the room, and started hissing loudly. The fast-acting gas caused the guards to slump over to the floor around them.
Sydney
A head poked through the hole in the wall. "Mom, Dad, are you all right?" asked Sydney. "Looks like I came at a good time." Her eyes took in Cuvee, covered in blood on the floor, and an overturned wheelchair under the pile of rubble near the wall.
Not hearing an answer, she peered through the haze of dust. Sydney's mother was pulling her father to a standing position. They seemed to be standing awfully close together.
"Mom, Dad. I don't think we have much longer before we get a lot of company. Let's get out of here."
Irina turned toward Sydney, visibly regaining control. "Right, dear. Sydney, help me with your father."
Sydney winced inwardly as she looked more closely at Jack. That face would hurt in the morning, all right. She wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him shuffle towards the opening in the wall. As they passed the table he stopped. Looking over and grinning wickedly at her mother he said, pulling the tape from the tape machine, "Think I'll keep this for a while." Her mom rolled her eyes, then stooped down to pluck the keys from one of the guards' belts. They all hurried out the wall into the GOFER.
Cuvee paced back and forth angrily. The cords of his neck were popping and he spat out, "Are you telling me that a woman like you would love a man like this? What about all of our time together?"
Irina turned and stared at Cuvee, as if he were an insect. "Any *time* you and I had together was just business. Sex with you was repulsive."
The guards quickly covered their grins. One sniggered. S&G said mildly, "I think we have established that the serum is effective. Perhaps we should return to Mr. Bristow."
But Jack was watching Cuvee, whose face had turned an alarming shade of purple. Cuvee pulled his gun and aimed it at Irina. "That's it, bitch. Your usefulness is at an end."
Irina
Jack leapt out of his chair, arms outstretched for the gun in Cuvee's hands, before his guards noticed he was gone. He grabbed the gun and fell down heavily with Cuvee, wrestling for control. A shot fired, and both men froze. Irina watched in relief as Cuvee slumped, a red stain spreading on his shirt.
She looked up, and saw another threat. The guards were moving in on Jack. "Jack, roll!" she shouted, as a rifle butt came crashing down where his head had been a split-second before. She pulled herself free, and arced at kick at the guard next to her, who was sighting down his barrel at Jack.
BOOM! An explosion rocked the room as tons of dirt and debris caved in from the outer wall. A canister was tossed into the room, and started hissing loudly. The fast-acting gas caused the guards to slump over to the floor around them.
Sydney
A head poked through the hole in the wall. "Mom, Dad, are you all right?" asked Sydney. "Looks like I came at a good time." Her eyes took in Cuvee, covered in blood on the floor, and an overturned wheelchair under the pile of rubble near the wall.
Not hearing an answer, she peered through the haze of dust. Sydney's mother was pulling her father to a standing position. They seemed to be standing awfully close together.
"Mom, Dad. I don't think we have much longer before we get a lot of company. Let's get out of here."
Irina turned toward Sydney, visibly regaining control. "Right, dear. Sydney, help me with your father."
Sydney winced inwardly as she looked more closely at Jack. That face would hurt in the morning, all right. She wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him shuffle towards the opening in the wall. As they passed the table he stopped. Looking over and grinning wickedly at her mother he said, pulling the tape from the tape machine, "Think I'll keep this for a while." Her mom rolled her eyes, then stooped down to pluck the keys from one of the guards' belts. They all hurried out the wall into the GOFER.