Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Random Plug ins: "Rooftop Regret" also "Quicksilver madness, what quicksilver madness?"
(Fist one is not about I-man, the second is but it is not mine, it belongs to Goddessofwobmats)
Note: some people asked if I was going to continue this. Yes, I intend to finish this fic as best I can. Maybe with a little outside help if needed.
"I don't get it Hobbes." Darien told him for the hundredth time in his now charred apartment.
"What is not to get? Some one wants us dead." Hobbes respond, still not quite sure why someone would want him dead, though quickly several people cam to mind, the FBI, the CIA, the gas company, but he could not figure any of those to want the others dead.
"I understand why they, who ever they are, would want ME dead. But why you? Why the keeper? Why the official? Why Eberts, OF ALL PEOPLE WHY EBERTS MAN?" Darien started to yell a little, out of frustration, and the confusion of where he was going to sleep tonight.
"The real question my friend is what caused it, and who did it." Hobbes quickly added still searching for what ever caused the explosion.
"CRAP!" Darien yelled as he found a piece of his new microwave, "This thing just came in last night, I only used it this morning…"
Hobbes was ignoring him, continuing the search for the origin of the blast, when he saw something he did not like, another piece of the microwave, on the other side of the room. He picked it up and examined it, making sure he was not imagining it. After he was sure he had taken his medicine, and that it was there, he asked Darien to confirm what is was. After a short conversation the origin of the blast was confirmed to be the microwave. Thus leaving the apartment, the two started the long string of questions starting with Hobbes saying "Who did it?" The way back to the agency was filled with a probing conversation about who the culprits might be, but for every possible theory Bobby came up with, Darien found a reason to defend them. Such lines as: "Chrysalis is not THAT lame, I don't think they would sink any lower then Invisible locusts." "S.W.R.B. is like disco, it is dead and never coming back."
After they arrive at the agency there is a long talk with the official about where the bomb was planted.
"You mean to tell me Darien had not noticed a bomb near his microwave?" The official sounded a bit skeptical, with good reason, he could be next.
"No sir, we believe the bomb WAS the microwave. Planted inside the casing." Hobbes told him. Darien was sitting in a chair, ignoring what the others had said.
"Do we even know what TYPE of explosives were used?" the official asked this time thinking of his job.
"Keep is running some test right now." Hobbes just looked at Charlie, certain he would be next.
Meanwhile in the keep, the keeper was hunched over her Spectrum-analyzer, and a microscope, when Monroe walked in. The Keeper had called for her an hour ago, when she first heard of the explosion, and only now she shows up, even after the months she was gone mysteriously. The keeper had not noticed the door open, she was too busy looking at the print outs and wondering what the hell the blue spike meant.
"What's up?" Monroe asked startling the Keeper, who turned around ready to beat the shit out of anyone that was there. "God your jumpy. Did I miss something?"
"well yes, there was a tip saying that someone is out to kill us all…oh and Darien's apartment blew up, no fatalities though, 3 injured. Darien and Hobbes found this, and asked me to examine it and all the tests confuse me. Where the hell were you anyways?" the keeper was being herself.
"I was undercover" Monroe answered, The Keeper suppressed the urge to say "with whom" and asked her to take a look at the results.
"That is strange…where did you get the sample of Semtex?" Monroe asked a little puzzled.
"Semtex? What is that?" the keeper questioned, after all she was a doctor nt a bomb expert.
"It is a type of cheap plastic explosive. That is what the two yellow spikes and the blue spike here mean." Monroe looked at the results again, "Where did you get this anyways?" after a while there was no response, Monroe turned around and saw the keeper running toward Charlie's office.
Random Plug ins: "Rooftop Regret" also "Quicksilver madness, what quicksilver madness?"
(Fist one is not about I-man, the second is but it is not mine, it belongs to Goddessofwobmats)
Note: some people asked if I was going to continue this. Yes, I intend to finish this fic as best I can. Maybe with a little outside help if needed.
"I don't get it Hobbes." Darien told him for the hundredth time in his now charred apartment.
"What is not to get? Some one wants us dead." Hobbes respond, still not quite sure why someone would want him dead, though quickly several people cam to mind, the FBI, the CIA, the gas company, but he could not figure any of those to want the others dead.
"I understand why they, who ever they are, would want ME dead. But why you? Why the keeper? Why the official? Why Eberts, OF ALL PEOPLE WHY EBERTS MAN?" Darien started to yell a little, out of frustration, and the confusion of where he was going to sleep tonight.
"The real question my friend is what caused it, and who did it." Hobbes quickly added still searching for what ever caused the explosion.
"CRAP!" Darien yelled as he found a piece of his new microwave, "This thing just came in last night, I only used it this morning…"
Hobbes was ignoring him, continuing the search for the origin of the blast, when he saw something he did not like, another piece of the microwave, on the other side of the room. He picked it up and examined it, making sure he was not imagining it. After he was sure he had taken his medicine, and that it was there, he asked Darien to confirm what is was. After a short conversation the origin of the blast was confirmed to be the microwave. Thus leaving the apartment, the two started the long string of questions starting with Hobbes saying "Who did it?" The way back to the agency was filled with a probing conversation about who the culprits might be, but for every possible theory Bobby came up with, Darien found a reason to defend them. Such lines as: "Chrysalis is not THAT lame, I don't think they would sink any lower then Invisible locusts." "S.W.R.B. is like disco, it is dead and never coming back."
After they arrive at the agency there is a long talk with the official about where the bomb was planted.
"You mean to tell me Darien had not noticed a bomb near his microwave?" The official sounded a bit skeptical, with good reason, he could be next.
"No sir, we believe the bomb WAS the microwave. Planted inside the casing." Hobbes told him. Darien was sitting in a chair, ignoring what the others had said.
"Do we even know what TYPE of explosives were used?" the official asked this time thinking of his job.
"Keep is running some test right now." Hobbes just looked at Charlie, certain he would be next.
Meanwhile in the keep, the keeper was hunched over her Spectrum-analyzer, and a microscope, when Monroe walked in. The Keeper had called for her an hour ago, when she first heard of the explosion, and only now she shows up, even after the months she was gone mysteriously. The keeper had not noticed the door open, she was too busy looking at the print outs and wondering what the hell the blue spike meant.
"What's up?" Monroe asked startling the Keeper, who turned around ready to beat the shit out of anyone that was there. "God your jumpy. Did I miss something?"
"well yes, there was a tip saying that someone is out to kill us all…oh and Darien's apartment blew up, no fatalities though, 3 injured. Darien and Hobbes found this, and asked me to examine it and all the tests confuse me. Where the hell were you anyways?" the keeper was being herself.
"I was undercover" Monroe answered, The Keeper suppressed the urge to say "with whom" and asked her to take a look at the results.
"That is strange…where did you get the sample of Semtex?" Monroe asked a little puzzled.
"Semtex? What is that?" the keeper questioned, after all she was a doctor nt a bomb expert.
"It is a type of cheap plastic explosive. That is what the two yellow spikes and the blue spike here mean." Monroe looked at the results again, "Where did you get this anyways?" after a while there was no response, Monroe turned around and saw the keeper running toward Charlie's office.
