Chapter 7 – Now Try
Tyana sat in her room, waiting to be called to the meeting that had been set up between her, Bretski and the heads of the mission. She was racking her brain trying to think of arguments that she could use to convince them to let her cross over. So far asides from 'I'm madly in love with someone I shouldn't have let myself fall for and I desperately want to try and make them remember me so that we can live happily ever after' all she had was 'Hel-lo, people are trying to kill me, I think we all know the smartest option is to shove me into the other realm for safety where they can't reach me' and even that needed some tweaking as far as the wording was concerned. She cursed her atoms; if only they were stronger then she wouldn't be having this problem. She would be allowed to cross over in a second. But no, they had to be young and weak. Typical.
Just as she was about to launch into a full verbal attack on the atoms that made up her body her door slid open and Mr. Pea Green Hair walked in.
"Ty, they're ready for us"
She nodded and straightened out her clothes. This was a hugely important meeting as far as her future was concerned and so she had handpicked her clothes carefully. She wanted them to show how well she fit in on the other side and at the same time she needed the clothes to be strong but not over intimidating. Eventually she had settled on something simple. A pair of hip hugging, wide legged jeans and a fitted white shirt. Simple, relatively smart and undeniably flattering in all the right places. She followed Bret out of her chamber.
They arrived at the meeting room within a minute and were ushered inside by guards. The entire room and each person seated in it—all 7 of them—were checked for bugs and tracers and only once the guards were satisfied were they allowed to speak. Tyana started.
"I want to cross over" she was blunt and her statement held no tact. She regretted saying it.
"Ty" Bret berated her large mouth and took over in a more tactful way. "What Tyana means is we feel allowing her to cross over—although very hazardous—would be the most beneficial of all the options that face us because it is the only way we can be sure whoever is trying to kill her cannot reach her as only The Mission has access to the portal."
Tyana looked hopefully at the other 5 people in the room beside Bretski and herself but frowned when she noticed the person sitting at the head of the table was shaking his head.
"Bretski, we appreciate your concern for your guided, as I'm sure Tyana does also, but we cannot permit her crossing over. The odds of her surviving without any damage that lasts less than 24 hours would be one in a million and that is a risk we cannot take, no matter if the other dimension is the safest place for her. She will have to stay in the vicinity"
Tyana shook her head, in clear disagreement, "No way, nuh-uh, I know—"
"TY!" Bret interrupted her. He gave her a look that told her to let him handle it. She held her chin high and allowed him to do so. "Sir, I understand what you are saying and believe me, I am just as concerned about the risks as you are but if anyone can beat those odds it is Tyana; after all, she is a one in a million, one of a kind in fact."
The man at the head of the table shook his head again and Tyana decided she most definitely did not like him. She wanted to punch his lights out. She restrained herself and listened. "Bretski, no matter how fond you are of her, calling her unique or unlike any other will not please the facts of science"
"And what exactly are the facts?" Bret asked, raising his voice a little, his facial expression becoming tense, his eyes hiding angered exasperation. Tyana wanted to jump up yelling 'Go Bretski, that's my bro' but stopped herself. She was becoming rather proud of her willpower all of a sudden.
The man at the head of the table glared a little then straightened up to look more intimidating and answered, "If Tyana was to cross over to the other side it is most likely she will suffer tremendous harm that, if not fatal as it happens, could prove to be fatal as time draws on"
"But it's my frailing life; surely I should have the say so over whether I get to put it on the line. Hell, you didn't seem to mind me risking my life to end The Witnessing, you even put me in charge of everyone else's lives by appointing me head of the practical mission. So how on earth is this different?"
The man clearly didn't like being spoken to in such a way as Tyana had. He straightened even more so. It was then Tyana noticed that the other 4 people sitting either side of him hadn't said a word. Wimps. "It is different because the risks you took were necessary before but now they are not. You do not need to cross over to stay safe; we can keep you just as well here, within the vicinity"
"Well does insanity fall under the fit and well category 'cause I'm telling you if you even try to keep me here I will officially loose it, no doubt about it, I'll go ga-ga" Bret bit back a laugh at her last comment but the rest of the board didn't seem to be so amused. They stared at her grimly.
"Tyana, say we did allow you to cross, and say by some miracle you survived without any harm, you would never be able to cross back over. And you are a vital member of our practical team. By allowing you to cross over we may as well just take you off contract and wipe your memory now because there is no way you can continue to work for us."
Tyana shrugged and leant back into her chair in a very calm but smug fashion; "If I'm dead then I can't work for you either" Her statement was blunt. And true. She could see them buckling; she pushed forward, getting to her feet to pace and gesticulate as she put her points across "the way I see it, you have three choices. One, you let me back out into that cruel vindictive world and I die. Two, you keep me here under your watchful eyes and I go insane. Or worse, I go insane and I am tracked down and your vicinity is placed under a vicious attack, just like we did in the other world. Or three, you let me do what I feel is right and you take me to that portal, hook me up to whatever communicative devices and trackers you so wish and let me jump across. They all have their risks. And I know what I want. After all I've done can you really deny me of that?" she ended her speech with her hands on the table, looking each and every one of them in the eyes for a second as the silence descended. She could practically hear Bretski swelling with pride near her. She didn't feel like laughing though.
One flustered guard suddenly burst into the room, "News update sir" he gushed, looking at the man at the other end of the table to Tyana. The man nodded, urging the young guard to speak. "News reported from the other dimension sir, several of the old operators have collected and have started it again"
The man looked alarmed, "started what?"
"It Sir, an under-ground operation to restart The Witnessing. They intend to reboot and restart it Sir"
Every face in the room drained. Except Tyana's. She took her hands off the table and straightened to a stand with a grin, "Well. Now try and tell me you don't want me to cross over"
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Bailey: You're back *yey* lol. Just so you know Ty's age is still the same as when she left Jeff's world. She's still 23. Oh wait, did I typo and write 24 somewhere then? Oops, anyway, yeah, she's 23; she can only age jumping over to a dimension that she wasn't born in. So the jump back to the 'bad' dimension didn't effect her age. Anyhow, yeah, I'm glad you like it. Hope you continue to read on, thank you for reviewing :o)
Shadow: Hey my evil genius mate, how's your cackle coming? Lol, *mwahahahaha* I'm really glad you liked those chapters, I wasn't sure if I really put the action across as well as I wanted to. Oh well, hope this chap was ok though, :o) thanks for reviewing.
