Chapter Seven: Recess
The tension in the small hotel hung like a fog cloud in the air. Each combatant went to their rooms, their conversation ending at the dinner table. Kit lay in bed, going over the case files for the trial. He now not only had to save his family, but prove to them, especially Jet, that he wasn't totally incompetent and could lead them to victory. The outburst at dinner was just the stress of everything coming out. His lips thinned as he thought about Jet...his own brother was trying to make him look like a fool in front of everyone. What did he know anyway? He was just a kid. What could he possibly know about...
A sudden knock on the door stopped his train of thought as he looked up. "Come in." he said, laying the file down across his chest. The door opened and Dani poked her head in. "Hey." he said, instantly smiling.
"Hi." she said, closing the door as she came in. She wore a blue bathrobe and her hair hung about her shoulders, still hot from blow drying it. She walked over the bed and sat down. "What're you doing?" she asked.
"Going over transcripts and the like for the trial." he replied, going back over the file he had put down. "We're gonna need to know everyone's stories for cross-examine."
"But at dinner..."
He sighed and put the file down again. "I know what I said." he began. "But it was just stress talking. This whole thing..." he trailed off, rubbing his forehead. He turned to look at her, running the other hand through her hair. "I haven't been very attentive towards you lately." he whispered.
She leaned in to kiss him softly, then again, her tongue running over his bottom lip. He responded in kind, his hand rubbing her thigh. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes displaying the want and desire he had for her, his body also starting to display that same need. "I gotta get back to work." he said, reluctantly, watching as her face registered hurt and slight confusion. "I gotta get prepared. We only have two seconds."
He released her and went back to the file he was reading, internally trying to calm the fire that was building inside. They had many close calls, times when the fire they both shared went on the verge of exploding, but they always drew back and calmed. But now that they were engaged, especially staying in a hotel, Kit's need for her was becoming hard to ignore. With the trial and family battles, it was easy not to think about it. But having her here, next to him, in a bathrobe...it was taking all of his concentration not to pull her into bed.
Dani looked at the blue sprite, in a some what irritated fashion. They had been dancing around taking their relationship further because of one thing. They wanted to wait. That was understandable, but she just didn't want to wait anymore. Kit was the sprite she wanted to marry. Case closed. She wore his ring and would having his children...possibly, if they ever got past the walls. Raising an eyebrow at him, she stood up.
She saw this coming. Undoing the slash on her robe, she let it fall and stood there.
Kit almost didn't hear the object fall, his processor on other things. "Sweetie, I really..." he stated, turning to glance at her. His mouth dropped, taking her in. She wore a sexy green teddy, one that match her eyes and showed off the curves of her body. Kit could feel himself becoming even harder than when they been kissing. "Dani?" he asked or moaned, he wasn't really sure.
Not saying a word, she removed the file from his hand and crawled on top of him. "Dani?" he repeated, but was met with a passionate kiss. When she broke it, he stumbled over his words, his mind trying to stop his body from responding. "I thought...I mean, we..." he began, trying to make some complete sentence. "We were going to wait for...before..."
"We said when the time is right." she whispered. "I know I'm ready. And I have a pretty good idea you are too. Now," she said, straddling him. He watched as she slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the front drop to reveal the tops of her breasts. "Just lay back and enjoy the ride."
She leaned back over claiming his mouth with hers, dropping the front of the teddy from her arms. Her fingers found the buttons of his pajama shirt and within nanos had been undone, her hands exploring his chest. Kit's mind raced, his body reacting to her ministrations. User, he did want this. He really did, but they needed to wait. They couldn't lose themselves. His nipples hardened under her touch and all logic and reason was abandoned. His hands took her by the hips, bringing her down more on top of him. His hips arched to meet her, to make her feel the erection beneath the fabric of his pants.
He heard her moan as their heat met, her hands caressing his stomach and resting near the waistband of elastic that kept his member from being shown. With a moan of frustration, he flipped her over so that he could have the control. His first act was to remove his already opened shirt and tossing is aside. His hands then moved along her, rubbing her shoulders, cupping her breasts, his fingertips running over her stomach. His desire only grew as he rubbed himself against her center, reveling in her moans and sighs.
Not like this, he thought. You waited to long too let this be just a micro.
He found himself moaning as he lifted off of her. He slowed his breathing then looked down her. Her eyes still held that dark fire, but was also mixed with curiosity and perplextion. His eyes never leaving her face, he removed the teddy completely and let it drop to the floor. Only then did his eyes wander around her body, taking in all of her, and closing his eyes in slight pain as he became even harder.
"Kit?"
"I've dreamed of this." he whispered, opening his eyes and looking into hers. "Of being with you like this."
Dani couldn't help but grin. "You fantasize about me?" she asked, giggling slightly.
Kit chuckled. "All the time." he said. His face was again serious, the fire coming back as he looked down at her. "All the damn time." His eyes did another sweep over. "User, you're sexy." he whispered.
Dani brought his head towards and kissed him, starting the passion that had been between them once more. His lips left hers and trailed off, to her cheek, her ear, and finally to her neck. He left a trail of feather like kisses before finding the spot that made her moan and move under him. He nibbled the area before taking the skin and leaving his mark on her. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, and rubbing the erect nibble.
Dani whispered his name, moaning with each touch. Kit left her neck, moving down to the neglected breast. He placed small kisses on either side before his tongue made contract with the bud nestled in the middle. He sucked it gently, his tongue flicking it every so often, causing louder gasps from his fiancee. He moved back to her neck, while his hand traveled lower, running over her stomach and finally reaching between her legs. She gasped, his name on her lips, as he teased her with his fingers. She was moist as one finger slid inside. "Kit!" she cried, arching towards him.
"I've waited so long for you." he whispered in her ear, his finger making slow, deep movements. "You're mine, Dani. Heart, soul, body. No regrets, Cookie. None."
Dani moaned, her hands tugging at his pant bottoms. Removing from her, Kit helped in relieving him of the last garment of clothes. One hand brought him back to her, her tongue probing his mouth, as the other went lower, her fingertips running over his erection. Kit broke the kiss to moan deeply, his cries telling her to continue. Soon, her hand enclosed him and stroked him slowly, causing an in take of breath. "Yes..." he moaned, his hands clutching the sheets. His voice was breathy, his moans escaping from the back of his throat.
Kit could feel the fire increasing and knew if she didn't stop, he'd be too tired to show her how he felt. Reaching down, he removed her hand, bringing it so it was above her head. They stared at each other, knowing what would come next. She caressed his face, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. Kit gulped, knowing that before their pleasure, there would be pain. He had to will himself not to just take her, that she would need to adjust to him. He looked at her, the same thoughts going through her head as well. He wanted to know if they should stop, if they could go this far, but then be able to back off.
He never got that.
If anything, her expression told him she knew the risks and she still wanted him, wanted him to complete the event they had started. "Dani," he began, but she stopped the words with a kiss.
"I know." she whispered. "No regrets, Bobby. None."
Getting the confirmation he needed, he proceeded. He started slow, loving the feeling of being inside of her, loving the sounds she made, as each thrust became deeper and deeper. When he felt her resistance, he thought about stopping, but she moaned, "please." and it was hard for him to stop. In one quick motion, he had broken her seal, making her his. He stayed that way, watching pain go to pleasure on her face. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her chin, needing to know he hadn't hurt her too bad. She gave a small protest when he didn't continue, so he kissed her deeply before starting again.
Their moans became louder, higher in pitch, as the movements became faster. She clung to him, listening to him moan in her ear. She said his name, as he continued. He could feel her tighten around him, all of his control lost, and with one last push, he joined her in crying out in their completion.
Kit slowed his breathing and nuzzled against her cheek. With care, he removed himself, ignoring the protest she gave, and hugged her to him. He kissed her forehead, then he nose, before gently kissing her on the lips. She sighed happily, snuggling deeper in his arms. She drew little circles on her chest, before finally writing her name with her fingernail. Kit again kissed her forehead. "I love you." he murmured.
"I love you." she echoed, dropping a kiss on his chest.
'Thank you."
"For?"
Kit shook his head. "Everything." he said. "I don't know. How do you say thank you for being there when you're needed, being the person you are, making everything in my life better than I could've expected?"
She giggled, before looking up at him. "You just did." she said.
He shook his head again. "It's not enough." he whispered. "It doesn't say everything I feel, especially now." He rubbed the back of her neck. " Especially now."
"Don't stop to analyze, Doctor." she said, placing her cheek back on his chest. "Just enjoy."
He hugged her closer, sighing. With things the way they were, he needed to enjoy this.
***
Everything was quiet in the hotel. Kit and Dani lay cuddled in each other's embrace, as were Sabrina and Roscoe, who were down the hall. Nikki slept peacefully, as did her parents. Enzo lay in bed, watching his wife eat the bed time snack he gone and made her, his hand resting on her enlarged tummy. They had made up, of course, like they always at this time. Alex ran a finger along his jaw, the two talking about their lives with a baby in it. Chip lay asleep, headphones to a mp3 player attached to his ear, the variety of music drifting slowly from it.
Jet lay awake, staring up the ceiling. He had been like that since dinner, coming up here to be away from everyone. Deep inside, he knew Kit wasn't going to quit, not when he could win the approval of everyone by winning this case. Jet sighed, bitterly, knowing that's probably what was going to happen. Kit would win, of course, and then Jet would continue being the "little brother", being treated like the second class child he was now. No! Not this time. Jet was tired of being the brother of Dr. Christopher Lan, tired of being Nikki's brother. He was tired of...he rolled over on his side.
He wasn't sure what he was tired of.
He just knew there was a feeling inside of him that screamed for the kind of attention Kit got, the kind Nikki got from their parents, their family. But he wasn't sure how to go about getting that attention. As far as he knew, this could just be another case of sibling rivalry. It could pass...but it hadn't. It hadn't passed in the six hours since Gain had been to the system. It hadn't passed since learning of his powers those hours ago. And just like Kit -Just like Kit, Jet spat- he had ignored them, willed them away, while Nikki embraced them.
This trial was what Jet needed. He needed to be in charge of this trial and win it, but that would never happen as long as Kit was in charge. Thinking about his brother almost made him sick. Everyone treated him like he was a gift from the User himself, like he could do no wrong. Hell, they treated Chip Matrix like a juvenile delinquent and he still had more respect than Jet did. Jet set his lips in grim determination. He, not Kit, was going to lead this case, and he was going to prove to his family, to everyone that he could be just as cool and user like.
One way or another.
In another bedroom, two more occupants lay awake in bed, thinking over recent events. Matrix sighed and looked over at the sprite who had shared his bed for thirty-five hours. The urge to reach over and hold her close was begging to be done, but he knew he shouldn't. She'd shrug him away and he'd be back to where he was now, hands behind his head, looking up. He felt a system crash coming, he knew it. After the last one he had, he thought things could never get so bad again. But of course they had. Things they had worked on in the past were coming back to haunt him. His thoughts went back to that dark time in his life.
He could lose her again. He could lose her permanently this time.
AndrAIa too was awake, rolled on her side, trying her best not to let her tears fall. Things were falling apart. Again. As soon as they fix one crisis, there was another one to take its place. She wasn't even mad at him any more. If anything, she was worried. The ball was in their court now and she prayed to the highest User above he didn't put any of them on the stand. She wasn't sure they could do it. She knew she couldn't. If Kit was serious about putting her on the stand to testify in Matrix's defense...she couldn't...no, wouldn't ...get up there, not when she knew the whole truth behind what happened. She couldn't. It would only do more harm than good.
***
Somewhere else in the system, a meeting took place. In the lower section of downtown, a motel stood. Inside, a plan was being hatched. Packard entered the dark and moldy place, making sure not to touch anything. He saw the manager, a one binome who sat reading a pornography read me file, and asked for room 231. The one continued to ogle the pictures, while pointing upstairs. Packard didn't bother to thank him.
The retired businessman climbed the stairs, staying clear from those sprites and binome who asked him for some "company". He tried not to breath in the dank smells that attacked his nostrils, the smell of vomit, drugs, and booze. Reaching his destination, after stepping over some passed out sprite lying on the floor, he knocked. A familiar "come in" rang out and Packard entered. Closing the door behind him, he was surprised to see this room in wonderful condition. The curtains were red velvet lace, with gold trim. The rugs were clean and in the middled was a large table, where a quanity of food lay in front of two other sprites.
"Hey, you made it." exclaimed McMillian, who gestured to a nearby seat.
"How in the Net...?" the blue sprite began, but was stopped by Gain.
"You can't fault a sprite for wanting to stay low and yet relish in the finer things." the virus replied. He handed a glass of chilled spirits to the man, who took it and then the offered seat.
"I know what you're thinking." McMillian said. "How in the FAQ did I get a room like this? I'll tell you. It helps if you know people."
"And I'm sure in your line of business, Mr. McMillian, you know a lot of people." Packard replied, sipping on his drink.
McMillian laughed. "I like you." he said. "You're a man after my own heart. Listen Bob..."
Packard slammed down his glass, causing some of the contents to spill out. "Don't ever call him that." he growled. "That's the boy's name."
Gain looked at Vance, a small grin on his face. Vance gulped. "Yes, of course." he said. "My apologizes. Mr. Packard, Alex and I...how do I put this delicately? Ah, yes. We want revenge on your family."
"They aren't my family." Packard spat. "The only family I had is buried in a funeral park in the SC."
"Fair enough." Gain replied. "Vance and I knew we could count on you. It's better if you aren't too involved in the matter in order to carry it out."
"Cut the chit chat." the blue sprite demanded. "What exactly is this plan you got worked out?"
"Right now, the Matrix bunch is headed for a long sentence in the SC holding cell." Vance said. "I say we help them to it."
"It's a rather simple plan." Gain continued. "Too simple for my tastes. They're too smart, you know this, Van. Way too smart for their own good." Turning to Packard, he asked, "Do you know what it's like, Mr. Packard, to have the ultimate power in your grasp and then to have it all taken away in an instant?"
"Those powers..." Packard began. "You said you can get rid of them?"
"Basically, Mr. Packard," Gain stated. "You tell me which one of your grandchildren you want to live and I'll spare them my wrath."
"If I was so inclined, I say there was no hope for any of them." the blue sprite muttered. "Except Jetison. I can almost see in his eyes, he wants something...something more than that family can give him. And I want to stop him from ending up like his brother."
"And Kit? Or even his twin sister?" McMillian asked.
"I'll take responsibility for young Phoenix Lan." Gain said, a wolfish grin on his lips. "A virus, like a sprite, needs to continue his line of linage."
"What of the Matrix children?"
"They will be destroyed." Gain replied. "I hope that isn't a problem."
"There is one unfinished matter." Vance replied. "Delete the boy, Matrix's son, for all I care. Keep his daughter alive. I'm starting anew and I want my title belt back. I'm sure Roscoe will see to things...on my terms...when he learns his girlfriend is in dire straits."
"So let me get this straight," Packard started. "We've been sitting here talking about what we want to do to them. What exactly are we going to do?"
"If what I've seen so far is any indication," McMillian said. "I think Kit is going to botch up this case, sending his family to prison. All we have to do is help it along. Alex has yet to be cross-examined and I've...let him in on some secrets about our 'favorite family' and defense attorney. Also, it's defense's turn. What makes you think they won't put their own people up? I say we sit back and watch them hang themselves."
"Then, when the Matrixes are being led away in restraints," Gain continued. "We'll just take what they can't protect."
Packard sighed, looking at both sprites. "If you ask me, this is a shaky plan at best." he said.
"If you have better ideas, please tell us, oh great father." the virus mocked.
"Hey," Vance said. "If this doesn't work, we'll just take what we want. It shouldn't be hard, with Alex's powers, to hold those sprites back. All I know is, they have something of ours and we all want it back. We'll be patient and let them give it to us. When we don't get it, we'll take it. And this time, we'll be the ones to walk away unscaved."
"And they'll be deleted." Packard replied.
Gain and Vance looked at him, his face some how sadder than before. "If you want your son spared, Robert..." Vance began, earning a look from Gain.
The blue sprite's face suddenly turned red. "He needs to pay for what he did to her." he whispered, in a hushed manical tone.
"They'll pay all right." Vance said.
"One way or another."
***
The next morning at breakfast, very few members were down for breakfast. Roscoe, Sabrina, and Nikki all went out for their fast food. Enzo and Alex were having theirs upstairs, Matrix sat at the table having a bowl of meal bytes, while AndrAIa stayed upstairs having her breakfast. Bob and Dot decided to keep their brother company, when Kit came through the door, file in hand, and still in his pajamas.
"Hey Kit." Bob greeted, patting the seat to him. "Have some breakfast?"
"I'm actually going to be eating upstairs today." Kit replied, quickly getting a glass of juice. "Have to go over these files, you know."
Bob and Dot looked at each other. It was as if the other didn't happen. "How'd you sleep last night?" his mother asked.
"Fantastic." he said, a dreamy look coming to his face, remembering the night he had. Realizing he had just about admitted to sleeping with his girlfriend, he quickly turned to the trio and said, "Fantastic! Those pillows are just...just great. Nice on the back and arches of the neck." He sipped his juice, trying to see if any of them caught his slip.
"They are nice pillows." Bob commented.
"Yes." Kit replied. "Well, hope you all enjoy."
He finished the rest of his juice, grabbed an energy bar, and headed back out of the kitchen. Opening the door, he took a look at the transcripts from the second Gain had taken the stand. They never did cross-examine him. That would be on his to do list. As he headed for the stairs, his attention was only taken away as he saw Dani coming down them. "Hey." he said, stopping to chat.
"Hey yourself." she purred, laying a hand on his chest. "I was just coming down to get some breakfast."
"Are you eating in your room?" he asked.
She got closer to him. "All depends." she whispered.
"All right, you two." came a voice. The pair looked over to see AndrAIa leaning against the wall across from them. "Break it up. I'm sure there's a rule about making out on the stairs."
Dani giggled, while Kit blushed. "I'll see you in a few." she said, dropping a kiss on his lips. She then headed down and into the kitchen.
"Sleepless night?" she asked.
"No actually." he responded, with a grin "It was rather...peaceful."
"Well, just keep in mind that your parents share the room down the hall." she stated.
Immediately, the young doctor was alarmed. "You don't think they heard, do you?" he asked.
The game sprite shrugged. "Walls could be thick, could be thin." she replied. "Just be on your guard, Stud." With that, she watched as Kit trudged up the stairs, a new crisis now entering his porcessor.
She stood there for a bit, chuckling. She was coming down the stairs when she had seen them, Dani's hand on his chest, his resting partially inside her own pajama bottoms and top. Right away, AndrAIa knew. It reminded her of when she and Matrix acted that way, after their first times together. How they had to be in constant contact with each other. Her smile disappeared slightly as she thought about the large sprite sitting in the kitchen. This trial was doing nothing for their marriage and the memory of when they had been apart seeped in to her processor.
No, she thought. That's not going to happen again.
Sighing, she went back upstairs to her bedroom.
Meanwhile, behind the small bed and breakfast, Jet stood, leaning against the wall. He took another puff on the small fire wire in his hand, keeping a sharp lookout for any family members. Wouldn't that be a sight to see? Little baby Jet smoking. He had almost forgotten how he had even gotten into the habit, especially seeing as no one in his family smoked. He figured it had been an experiment thing, something he wanted to try in a time of stress, then he just started doing it.
The funny thing was, it actually did relax him. He had been so stressed lately, with everything going on, he needed a release. Seeing as he didn't have a girlfriend or a fiancee or a wife, one possibility was out. Make that two, the need to even think of it wasn't too appealing for the teenager. He hadn't been to bed, well not really. He had been there, but he doubted he did much sleeping. All he could think about his family going to prison. He was having a reoccuring nightmare, where he would lose the case and everyone laughed at. Or worse, Kit would win the case and he would be praised like he always was. That was the nightmare he was living anyway.
He took one last puff, before flicking the wire to the ground. It was that time again.
Time to work on case files with his highness.
***
The two seconds went by faster than anyone could hope for, especially for the Lan brothers, who had slowly gotten on each other's nerves and had been battling it out since their first second of recess. The family was now gathered back in the makeshift courtroom, as was the prosecution and the crowd of spectators. Kit had planned for this second, despite what Jet said, he was going with his plan. Riley arrived and sat down, as did the rest of the counsil and Kit stood.
"You've had two seconds, Dr. Lan." Riley replied. "Let's see what you got for us."
"Defense calls...Enzo Matrix, Sr. to the stand." he said, calmly, ignoring the outburst that came from his own table.
"Are you random?" Jet exclaimed, as he watched their uncle hesitantly move towards the witness stand.
Kit yanked his arm away from Jet, who had grabbed it in shock. "Shut up and sit down." he growled. "I think I know what I'm doing." He moved away from the table, leaving Jet huffing and puffing with anger. "Mr. Matrix," he began. "Please state your relationship with the defendants."
"I'm Enzo and Dot's brother." Matrix said.
"Mr. Matrix, your character and actions have come under play in this trial." Kit said. "Perhaps you can straighten that out in your own words. First of all, what was your role in the viral takeover of Mainframe?"
Matrix sighed and said, "I, along with my sister and brother, took over Mainframe."
"Was this a planned attack?" Kit asked. "Did you and your siblings sit around and talk about how you would do this?"
"No." the renegade stated. "Enzo and I were infected. We weren't in control of the situation."
"And your role in the attack of Alexander Gain?"
Matrix narrowed his eyes. "Who do you think infected us?" he growled, causing the court to gasp collectively.
Riley banged his gavel. "Simmah down." he called.
"No further questions." Kit headed back to the defensive table, smirking at Jet as he sat down.
"So you've explained two incidents." Peters replied, walking over to the green sprite. "What about Cody Richson?"
"That was an accident." he whispered.
"An accident." Peters repeated.
"I was trying to shoot the User and he grabbed my gun." Matrix explained. "It went off and...well, you know."
"Hmmm." Peters said. He started walking back to his table, when he stopped. "How long have you known your wife, Mr. Matrix?"
"Since...since we were kids." he replied, taken aback by the question.
"So, you got closer as you grew up?" prosecution asked. "In the games?"
Matrix held up his left hand. "Seems like it, huh?"
"Did you love her?"
"Objection." Jet said. "Relevance."
"I'm building up to something." Peters replied.
"Answer the question."
"Did you love her then, Mr. Matrix?" Peters repeated.
"I think so." Matrix whispered. "I'm sure I did."
"Did you love her when you met Cody Richson?"
"Objection."
"Over ruled." Riley responded.
Matrix was silent, contemplating the question. "I probably did." he whispered.
"Did you argue?" Peters asked. "In that game?"
"Objection!" Jet cried, looking at Kit with fury in his eyes.
"Stop objecting so much, Mr. Lan." Riley replied. "We can't hear the facts when you do."
"What?" Matrix asked.
"Did you and AndrAIa argue in that game?" Peters asked. "Or was it you and Cody that were having the argument?"
"I will never forgive you for this, Kit." AndrAIa whispered in her nephew's ear.
"You knew he was going on that stand." he shot back.
"You've just ruined us." Jet said.
Kit turned to him, his anger now pin-pointed on his brother. "You stay out of this, little brother." he said. "I'll deal with you later."
"Were you fighting over her?" Peters continued.
"Nnnno."
"Is that how the 'accident' started?" Peters pushed. "Was Cody flirting with her, making you jealous and you just had enough? Did you shoot Cody because he was hitting on your girlfriend?"
"She wasn't my girlfriend." Matrix whispered, that horrible second coming back to him. "I didn't mean to shoot him."
"It was an accident." Peters replied. "He was flirting with the sprite you loved and you couldn't take it. You pulled your gun, raised it..."
"Objection!" Jet exclaimed, standing. "There were four faqing people in that game. Matrix, AndrAIa, Cody, and the User. There's no telling what happened. Prosecution is way out of line for this line of questioning."
"I agree with Mr. Lan." a council member said. "We have no way of knowing if what Mr. Matrix says is true or not." Looking at the stenographer, he said, "Strike Mr. Peters' questioning about the deletion of Cody Richson. At least, up to the point when he asks about Mrs. Matrix."
The girl nodded and did so.
"No more questions then." Peters said, going back to his table.
"You may leave, Matrix." Turbo said, looking at the renegade.
Matrix mutely nodded and left the witness stand. He resumed his seat at the defense, seemingly shellshocked by the questioning. AndrAIa knew. He was going to shut down any nano.
"Defense recalls Alexander Gain, sir." Kit replied, his own shock being replaced with his hatred for the virus. "As a hostile witness."
Gain smiled as he retook the stand, causing a fire to rise in Kit.
"Did you or did you not infect both Enzo Matrix, Junior and Senior?" Kit asked.
"I believe that's conjecture." Gain said.
"Answer the damn question."
"I may have." Gain replied coldly. "Call it...retrobution."
"What was your reason for coming to Mainframe?"
"I told you last time." Gain replied. "Revenge."
"Against who?" Kit asked.
"Prime Guardian Lan." Gain said. "Would you like to know why, Dr. Lan?"
"No." Kit said.
"Well, council would." Turbo said. He looked at Gain. "What was the reason for your targeting Robert Lan, sir?"
"Because he murdered my father."
The court again went into a flurry. Jet pounded his fist on the table, a steel gaze on Kit. That was it. They were finished. Riley again called the court to order. "I would think you'd know something about murder yourself, councilor." Gain replied.
"Objection." Kit said. "Who's the lawyer here?"
"Neither of you." Riley sneered.
"Why don't you tell the court about the people you've murdered?"
"Objection." Jet replied.
"I want to hear this, so I'm sure the other members of council would too." Riley said. "What excatly do you mean, Mr. Gain?"
"Why, Mr. Riley, you don't know?" Gain asked. "Kit deleted an opponent while in the UFL."
Kit lunged at Gain, grabbing him by the shirt. Riley quickly got some of the guards on him, who quickly pulled him off. "I had to!" Kit yelled, as he was dragged away.
"Calm yourself, Doctor!" Riley exclaimed. "Or I will hold you in contempt, sir!"
"That son of a null tried to delete me!" Kit cried.
Riley motioned with his gavel to the guards, who hauled a screaming Kit from the court. Jet stood, knocking the files from his table. "Unless you want to join your brother, Mr. Lan, I suggest you calm yourself as well." Riley said.
Jet ran a hand through his hair. "Yes sir." he said. "I apologize for his actions and mine as well."
"I think we've had enough excitement for one second." one council member replied. "We'll reconvein tomorrow, 0900 and Mr. Lan, I expect you and your team of councilors to behave themselves."
"Yes ma'am." Jet replied. "I assure you, we'll be weeding out the kinks before tomorrow."
