Chapter 9: A cure

The first thing Cassandra did when she walked in was to find out the room where Eberts and the Official were. She saw that the drug cocktail she had mixed up was still in effect. She smiled and softly closed the door behind her. She met Arnaud near the elevator, they got on and went to the third floor. When they walked out they heard the ranting and raving of a man. Cassandra's lips parted as if she was about to laugh when De Fern reached over and pulled her closer to him. Swiftly covering her mouth with his right hand.

They walked down to the nurses station, to a bystander it would have looked as if they were supporting one another. They walked to the station and Arnaud kissed the top of Cassandra's head just imagining the look she would be giving him. He wiped away a fake tear. Cassandra was muffled by Arnaud, it seemed as if she was crying not laughing.

"Hi, there."Arnaud said in a southern drawn accent. "I'm here about my dear Brother. My sister and I just got the message this morning, him and his poor family." Arnaud must have seen the nurse's reaction as he pulled out a gun and shot her in the forehead. Then Cassandra turned around pulling her guns out. Shooting the remaining nurses and the two doctors coming from the rooms.

They quickly moved to Darien's room. He was chained to the bed and the wall. Red-eyes staring at the door...waiting...When he saw them he quicksilvered the handcuffs and tried to break them, it didn't work.

Arnaud nodded and Cassandra left the room.

"Hey, Arnie." Darien said.

Arnaud tipped his head. "Too bad I couldn't leave you this way but I just don't have as much fun when you enjoy all the pain and suffering I cause your friends. It's much more fun with the Godforsaken Darien Fawkes we all know and love.." With that, DeFern took two long strides forwards. Then he placed a needle in the crook of his arm and pushed the counteragent into him.

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A while later Darien came to noticing he was chained and strapped to a table. 'Cassandra,' he thought as his heart picked up a few notches. Darien felt the quicksilver swimming in his blood screaming to be let out. Just as he thought it would over take him; he slowly regained his control back.

He went to turn his head and found that he couldn't.'They must have strapped my head down as well that means there is something in this room they don't want me to see.' Darien let his heart rate pick back up and the quicksilver coat his head, then it wrapped itself around the strap holding his head. He unquicksilvered his head. The cold sting against his exposed forehead. He made a quick jerk of his neck and the strap broke.

He rolled his neck, it cracked as if it hadn't been moved in a long time. Then he rolled his head to face the left, he saw another table with what looked like the same arrangement of straps but this table was different, there were wires attached to places all over it. Darien shivered as he wondered what this kind of table would be used for or who would be on it. He closed his eyes and moved his head to check out the other side of the room. Reopening his eyes he saw the unconscious forms of Claire and Bobby, they were both hung by the ceiling much like Darien had been when Cassandra had kidnapped him. He closed his eyes and let the quicksilver run from his body into the straps which held him at bay.

He knew he had to work fast. he waited for the straps to all freeze then with one quick movement he broke all the straps at once. His hands were handcuffed together. He couldn't break them by force so he quicksilvered them and struck them repeatedly on the table. They shattered.

He got to his feet and made his way over to Bobby and Claire. They were low and Darien easily reached up and slapped Bobby across the face.

"Uh...what's going on?"Bobby questioned as he came to.

"Cassandra, dear old buddy. you're hanging by your arms, we gotta get you down so we can help Claire." Darien told him.

After five minutes, Bobby was standing on the floor next to Darien undoing the rope around his hands.

"How's the leg? Can you deal?" Darien asked Bobby.

"I'll suffer through it,"he replied." Let's just get Claire and get out of here."

Now both men were left with the task off getting Claire down. She was out cold probably from the drugs they had given her after the surgery. As Bobby collected himself, Darien walked over to Claire. Caressing her face he called her name. She started to come to.

"Darien...ummm...Darien." she moaned full of pleasure. Darien shot a look at Bobby wondering is the smaller agent had heard. Apparently not, he had moved over to the door and was watching out the window for unwelcome visitors. Darien put his hand over her mouth. Her eyes shot open in surprise. Full of fear. Darien pressed a finger against his own lips. She calmed down a bit once she saw him. He took his hand down.

"Where are we?"she hissed out. Darien could see the pain in her eyes.

"I don't know." He said."But me and Bobby are going to get you out of here."

"Bobby's here?"she asked.

"Yeah, Keep...right here."Bobby said from the door.

"How's the tattoo?" she asked Darien.He looked down for the first time. Checked it and then rechecked it.

"Two red, Arnaud must have given me a shot of counteragent."

"You went QSmad?" Claire said worried.

"Yeah all that adrenaline I think," he said to her as he grabbed her legs and pushed her skywards. She unhooked her arms and placed them around his neck. Darien carried her to the table on which he woke up on.

"Wait he-."

"They're coming." Bobby yelled. walking towards the two of them.

"I'm going to have to quicksilver you guys. But you have to move fast okay?" Claire went to sit up."I'll carry you," he told her. He reached over and quicksilvered Bobby then picked up Claire. He let the quicksilver work up his body as not to scare Claire.

The door swung open revealing Cassandra with thermal glasses and the bright outline of Arnaud.

"Tsk,Tsk.Really, Darien couldn't you have come up with a better escape plan?" he asked briefly looking around the room of the three of them.

TBC...