~@~@ Finally Ch.7
I disclaim.
" What does he mean?" Mac turned to her father with questioning eyes.
" Mackenzie, it's like you said." " He started this path you merely walked it." " But as you did 'walk it' you did something that were quite unforgivable."
" Don't listen Machiavelli, your work was superb, do you remember Cairo?" Stefano laughs at he memory, as he snaps his fingers transporting them to the vary place.
Mac didn't want to be here, but she had to, her grandfather said that he needed the specter that was kept here, and Mac never disappointed her grandfather. How could she he was only one beside Father John and her little friend Greta that cared about her, he was counting on her, and she wouldn't let her fears ruin her chance to make him proud.
After all there was nothing to fear if anyone questioned her presence in the museum she would pretend to be lost, who would question an adorable ten year old girl lost in this scary place.
She checked her watch and did the mental count, in twenty second she would reach the end of the tour, it would leave them in front of the gift shop, and she would have exactly 27 minutes before the next tour started. When the middle aged tour guide told them to have a nice day she made her move.
There was a door off to the side of the gift shop that led to the restricted area, where they kept new arrivals. Uncle Rolf had said that weren't any floor censors so she could just walk down the hallway, but she didn't really trust him, him didn't seem as bright as Grandfather proclaimed him.
Seeing A trash can off to the side she decided to have some fun, she takes a running leap jumps off the trash can to catching the ceiling light, it was a little hot but she could handle it. She slides her way quickly following the light to the door. She had two options she could drop down and try to short out the electronic lock, or she knock out the ceiling vent and enter that way.
No longer scared Mac dropped to the floor, if she was going to prove herself then she needed to take the road less traveled. The lock was going to be easy t break, the one they used was the Restler 874, and the first one Father John had taught her to break. " Obviously holding several million dollars worth of artifacts is not a reason to splurge on security." Mac takes a paper clip and slips it into the small hole on the keypad resetting the system takes an hour, and by that time she'll be home.
Once open Mac checks out the room, it full of shelves, which was full of stuff.
" Machiavelli, where are you?" The noise buzzes in hear, making her want to
" I'm here, stop talking you'll distract me." Mac focuses on the scepter on a small table encased in glass. She was readying to walk up and smash it when the red caught her eye; they had infrared sensors on the floor. " Well not as cheap as I thought."
Looking up she see the familiar ceiling lights, and grabbing the rope that strapped to her leg she finds a shelf to jump off of. Once on the light she ties one end of the rope to the light-tying end to her legs, she secures it and lowers herself to the case.
" Damn."
" Machiavelli what's wrong?'
" I can't reach it, they have sensors on the floor, and I can't reach the specter."
On the other end of the ear piece Stefano rubs his chin, and looks over at John, before removing the device." Well John want do you think I should do."
" Have her risk it, it will be an opportune to test her escape skills." John had no doubt that Mac would get out, she was a small miracle the way she remembered everything she was taught and improved upon it. " Mac will do it."
Stefano nodded and put the ear piece back in. " Machiavelli acquire the specter through any means necessary."
" Yes grandfather." Mac grabbed the knife on her other leg and cut the rope hold her. She landed quickly on her feet and smashed the case with her foot, took the specter and ran.
The hallway was clear, but she heard footstep, and decided to go the way she came, using another trash can she jumped and caught the light, but this time wrapped her legs around the light, and held her breathe as the security men ran done the hall.
It was a funny sight, and she made a note to tell her grandfather how they passed her on their way down, while she shimmed the opposite way down the lights. Once she reached the door she dropped down and slipped through the door, and causally began walking toward the exit.
" Excuse me?" The security guard looked confused, the had just evacuated the building so what was the girl do here." Miss are you lost?"
" Kill him."
Mac pushed the earpiece in her ear, sure she had been mistaken the guard was a nuisance at best, and killing him would be extreme. "Repeat." She whispered aware that the guar was still watching her closely.
" I want the guard dead." Stefano spoke clearly, and with added menace." The details make no difference, but I want him dead."
Mac tenses it seemed cruel when the man was only trying to help, but she had her orders. " Yes, I can't find my Daddy." Mac lowers her voice, and beat her tongue to get tears, and lets her bottom lip quiver." One minute he was there and then he was gonnnnnnnnee."
The guard looked panicked, handling a lost kid is once thing, but a crying girl was another." Okay just calm down, and follow me I help you find him."
We he moved in front of her she delivered a roundhouse kick to the back of his knees, that brought him down o her height, before she closed her small arms around his neck, before using all her strength to snap his neck.
The crack made her flinch, but she had no time for regrets. She had a car to catch, giving the dead guard one last look she ran out the doors fading into the background.
" That was beautiful, ten years old and you just stole a 2.5 million dollar artifact." Stefano clapped his hands, and wiped a tear away pride, pouring from every spore.
" Yes, and you also killed an innocent guard." " The path you walked forced you to live a life that had damaging effects on you and others around you." " Several years of dodging bullets, and fighting off armed guards took a toll on your body." " I'm sorry Mackenzie, but. "
" Just say it."
" You can never have children, which is a shame considering how perfect your children could have been." Stefano gave an sympathetic smile." And I doubt Patrick would want a women as damaged as you are."
~~
Brady watched as Lil Mac sat on her godmother's bed. Craig had thought that maybe her favorite person would get some reaction form the prone women, but it wasn't working. Gabriella chattered on not understanding that everyone was depending on her.
So caught up in how Chloe was handling things, Brady sat down and finally let his fear come out.
Years ago, he hadn't know a person like Mac existed, and he had been fine with his life, but know the thought of going on without her seemed wrong.
Things were going wrong really fast, and he knew that his father and Patrick knew what they were doing, but something about this whole thing reeked of Dimera. He checked the window again, and saw that Chloe and Gabriella were singing to Mac, and he grabbed his phone, and dialed a number he hoped he would never have to call. " Jason, it's me, I want you in Salem today, tell no one."
~~~ Coming Soon:
Kristen makes her presence felt.
" What does he mean?" Mac turned to her father with questioning eyes.
" Mackenzie, it's like you said." " He started this path you merely walked it." " But as you did 'walk it' you did something that were quite unforgivable."
" Don't listen Machiavelli, your work was superb, do you remember Cairo?" Stefano laughs at he memory, as he snaps his fingers transporting them to the vary place.
Mac didn't want to be here, but she had to, her grandfather said that he needed the specter that was kept here, and Mac never disappointed her grandfather. How could she he was only one beside Father John and her little friend Greta that cared about her, he was counting on her, and she wouldn't let her fears ruin her chance to make him proud.
After all there was nothing to fear if anyone questioned her presence in the museum she would pretend to be lost, who would question an adorable ten year old girl lost in this scary place.
She checked her watch and did the mental count, in twenty second she would reach the end of the tour, it would leave them in front of the gift shop, and she would have exactly 27 minutes before the next tour started. When the middle aged tour guide told them to have a nice day she made her move.
There was a door off to the side of the gift shop that led to the restricted area, where they kept new arrivals. Uncle Rolf had said that weren't any floor censors so she could just walk down the hallway, but she didn't really trust him, him didn't seem as bright as Grandfather proclaimed him.
Seeing A trash can off to the side she decided to have some fun, she takes a running leap jumps off the trash can to catching the ceiling light, it was a little hot but she could handle it. She slides her way quickly following the light to the door. She had two options she could drop down and try to short out the electronic lock, or she knock out the ceiling vent and enter that way.
No longer scared Mac dropped to the floor, if she was going to prove herself then she needed to take the road less traveled. The lock was going to be easy t break, the one they used was the Restler 874, and the first one Father John had taught her to break. " Obviously holding several million dollars worth of artifacts is not a reason to splurge on security." Mac takes a paper clip and slips it into the small hole on the keypad resetting the system takes an hour, and by that time she'll be home.
Once open Mac checks out the room, it full of shelves, which was full of stuff.
" Machiavelli, where are you?" The noise buzzes in hear, making her want to
" I'm here, stop talking you'll distract me." Mac focuses on the scepter on a small table encased in glass. She was readying to walk up and smash it when the red caught her eye; they had infrared sensors on the floor. " Well not as cheap as I thought."
Looking up she see the familiar ceiling lights, and grabbing the rope that strapped to her leg she finds a shelf to jump off of. Once on the light she ties one end of the rope to the light-tying end to her legs, she secures it and lowers herself to the case.
" Damn."
" Machiavelli what's wrong?'
" I can't reach it, they have sensors on the floor, and I can't reach the specter."
On the other end of the ear piece Stefano rubs his chin, and looks over at John, before removing the device." Well John want do you think I should do."
" Have her risk it, it will be an opportune to test her escape skills." John had no doubt that Mac would get out, she was a small miracle the way she remembered everything she was taught and improved upon it. " Mac will do it."
Stefano nodded and put the ear piece back in. " Machiavelli acquire the specter through any means necessary."
" Yes grandfather." Mac grabbed the knife on her other leg and cut the rope hold her. She landed quickly on her feet and smashed the case with her foot, took the specter and ran.
The hallway was clear, but she heard footstep, and decided to go the way she came, using another trash can she jumped and caught the light, but this time wrapped her legs around the light, and held her breathe as the security men ran done the hall.
It was a funny sight, and she made a note to tell her grandfather how they passed her on their way down, while she shimmed the opposite way down the lights. Once she reached the door she dropped down and slipped through the door, and causally began walking toward the exit.
" Excuse me?" The security guard looked confused, the had just evacuated the building so what was the girl do here." Miss are you lost?"
" Kill him."
Mac pushed the earpiece in her ear, sure she had been mistaken the guard was a nuisance at best, and killing him would be extreme. "Repeat." She whispered aware that the guar was still watching her closely.
" I want the guard dead." Stefano spoke clearly, and with added menace." The details make no difference, but I want him dead."
Mac tenses it seemed cruel when the man was only trying to help, but she had her orders. " Yes, I can't find my Daddy." Mac lowers her voice, and beat her tongue to get tears, and lets her bottom lip quiver." One minute he was there and then he was gonnnnnnnnee."
The guard looked panicked, handling a lost kid is once thing, but a crying girl was another." Okay just calm down, and follow me I help you find him."
We he moved in front of her she delivered a roundhouse kick to the back of his knees, that brought him down o her height, before she closed her small arms around his neck, before using all her strength to snap his neck.
The crack made her flinch, but she had no time for regrets. She had a car to catch, giving the dead guard one last look she ran out the doors fading into the background.
" That was beautiful, ten years old and you just stole a 2.5 million dollar artifact." Stefano clapped his hands, and wiped a tear away pride, pouring from every spore.
" Yes, and you also killed an innocent guard." " The path you walked forced you to live a life that had damaging effects on you and others around you." " Several years of dodging bullets, and fighting off armed guards took a toll on your body." " I'm sorry Mackenzie, but. "
" Just say it."
" You can never have children, which is a shame considering how perfect your children could have been." Stefano gave an sympathetic smile." And I doubt Patrick would want a women as damaged as you are."
~~
Brady watched as Lil Mac sat on her godmother's bed. Craig had thought that maybe her favorite person would get some reaction form the prone women, but it wasn't working. Gabriella chattered on not understanding that everyone was depending on her.
So caught up in how Chloe was handling things, Brady sat down and finally let his fear come out.
Years ago, he hadn't know a person like Mac existed, and he had been fine with his life, but know the thought of going on without her seemed wrong.
Things were going wrong really fast, and he knew that his father and Patrick knew what they were doing, but something about this whole thing reeked of Dimera. He checked the window again, and saw that Chloe and Gabriella were singing to Mac, and he grabbed his phone, and dialed a number he hoped he would never have to call. " Jason, it's me, I want you in Salem today, tell no one."
~~~ Coming Soon:
Kristen makes her presence felt.