***I1 Interrogation Room 00290 C, Mesquite, NV. 12:00 PM***
"I'll ask you only ONCE more, nicely, Warden. Warden. you're a doctor. why don't you want to HELP us? Help us find the bodies. We can cut you a deal."
The woman tried her hardest to play good cop, using her soft image to comfort the man instead of intimidate him.
".We'll find them ANYWAYS, just let us help the victims' families. Wouldn't YOU want to know where your child was if they died?"
That struck a chord, he was sniffling at that, and that almost made the second agent in the room smile. 'Bastard deserves it.' She thought angrily, she quickly wiped the smile off her face lest she seemed sadistic.
".get me a map." He muttered in a very defeated fashion. The first agent happily did so, but shot the second agent a warning look.
That made the woman smirk, her reputation preceded her; she sighed and walked outside of the room allowing her presence to be replaced by an equally intimidating agent. Will whistled as she walked towards the water cooler. "Hey Drew, what room did you say Mr. Rage would be staying in? I have some towels to drop off."
"Funny, Phil called and said Rage wasn't to HAVE any room service." He shot her a stern view.
She shook her head, getting annoyed at how EVERYONE seemed to be glaring at her today, and so FAR she had been nothing but good. Granted she realized she was saving up all of her anger for Rage and had to be damn careful not to blow her spot, but apparently she was a bit too predictable to the weathered agents.
Phil Korvin tapped Will on the shoulder, causing her to stand to attention, slightly startled.
"Harkness."
Will gulped, she turned to face the man thankful he wasn't a mind reader. yet not too thankful because at this instance she wasn't all too sure he didn't have that gift. "Hello Agent Korvin, what brings you to this side of the swimming hole?"
He rolled his eyes and ignored the babbling. "I need you to fill out the reports for the last victim, Jonny Quest, it seems our man Race Bannon can't get in to see the main office until this whole matter is settled and its strongly possible that the boy's information can help us find the remaining bodies if Warden over here doesn't feel like cooperating."
"I could help him cooperate." Will slid her hand over her mouth praying Phil hadn't heard that.
"PLUS it will get you out from under everyone's feet. You're NOT going to interview Ezekiel Rage, everyone here knows your . methodology and everyone here feels that it is better not to tarnish the I1 reputation by killing him, at this time."
She curled her lip, "You know, it would be real EASY to say he went for a g- "
"No."
"Oh COME ON! You see it in the NYPD and LAPD ALL the time, why can't w-"
"No."
"You're no fun, you know that Korvin? What would you do if it were your daughter like that? I bet you'd be much more willing then."
"Or I'd assign the case to someone else and keep my sense of ethics." He retorted.
Will smirked, "But you know you wouldn't. And that keeps with my ethics."
"Go."
"But."
"Now." Phil demanded, rubbing his temples.
Will stormed off, toting her pistol angrily. 'Maybe I'll be able to shoot a crack dealer on my way.' She thought hopefully.
***On US 93 S***
"DAMN IT! That man just demoted me to a gopher. I'm going to have a chat with him when I get back." Will spat vehemently as the realization dawned upon her. 'Well, it's not like agents don't take reports. but still. This wasn't my case, wasn't Bannon's EITHER for that matter, this crossed into Phil's jurisdiction, damn bureaucracy. I bet HE plans on interrogating Ezekiel while I'm gone filling out HIS paperwork. Damn him.' She spat angrily.
"I DO NOT GET PAID TO RUN KORVIN'S ERRANDS! Especially when HE doesn't want to do them!" She screamed, again, and then sunk back into her seat to finish her commute.
***The Next Day, 6:00 PM, Rev. Isaac A. St. Joseph Hospital ICU Room 14, Oracle, AZ***
A tired and cranky Will Harkness leaned against the door. "Excuse me. Are you Doctor .Coffee, 'cause you sure are hot-- Dr. Quest?!" She blushed indignantly, straightened her blouse then continued as if everything was normal when he didn't seem to respond to the statement. She said more strongly, this time careful not to let her mind wander to those gorgeous blue eyes, sexy hot chest. aw damn! Apparently she DIDN'T avoid that. "Are you Dr. Quest?" She managed. "Your son, Jonny Quest?"
At the mentioning of his son's name he nodded. "And you are?" He didn't bother looking up from the lump in the bed.
"My name is Will Harkness, it's a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances. I'm with Intelligence One, has your son woken up at all?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I'm the agent assigned to fill out his report. Do you mind if I have a word with the boy?"
Benton glared at the agent, "He's asleep right now, you can come back later and maybe he'll be awake. I'm not disturbing him so you can put him through the third degree him."
The agent's jaw stiffened at Benton's abrupt words. "I didn't ask you to wake him up. I'd like to wait until he regains consciousness. Unless, you have any objections to me being in the room."
"Do you speak German?" Benton softened.
"I speak French, Latin and Spanish, but no, no German."
"Then I suppose I'll translate." He sighed he looked up towards the woman, his eyes simply exhausted.
Taking a moment to explain to her, he looked at the woman, "My son is fluent in several languages but after the trauma of this. incident. he hasn't spoken a word of English, merely German. Luckily, most of the family is fluent in German as well." She nodded.
"So that's what I heard." She thought aloud.
Jonny began to flicker his eyes open after another nightmare. "Schwarz. Ich sehe Schwarz. Seine Maske. Und sie. Sie lacht wieder. Über warum lacht sie mich? Was habe ich gemacht?" He rocked in place, "Was habe ich gemacht? Warum verdiene ich dies?"
Benton looked at his son sympathetically. "Jonny." He ran his hand down the boy's cheek. Three days had past and no improvement was seen, not even physically, all of his outbursts kept popping his stitches and in some cases making the wounds harder to seal.
She glanced at the boy, gauging his emotional status. She sat next to him and touched his hair, careful of the wolf. or is it more of a fox sitting beside him. Best not to provoke it to attack, whatever it is underneath the wool exterior. Which come to think of it must be horrendous with the heat. "Hey there, you didn't do anything wrong. Why are you fretting? Hush, you're safe and no one can hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Benton crossed his face and looked at her, "I thought you said you didn't speak German."
"I don't." She managed without looking at the angry man. "I do read body language habitually though."
Benton breathed a heavy sigh and looked at her with much more calmed eyes. "And you can see a body under all of those bandages?" He put a hand across Jonny's shoulder.
"Yes, I can see a body but more importantly I see a severally traumatized young man that needs help. He doesn't need to be treated like an object."
Benton felt the heat of the agent's anger burn him.
***ICU Ward***
"So, an agent you HAVEN'T slept with. who IS female. is in with Dr. Quest. and you know her?" Jessie interrogated her father, making him very uncomfortable.
"I'm not a promiscuous."
Hadji glared at Race once, which quickly finished his sentence.
"Well I'm not THAT pro."
Doug shot him a glare.
"Ok, I'm a promiscuous little whore but I *am* still YOUR father, and YOUR bodyguard and YOUR only link to Jonny for the most part. If that admittance ever appears ANYWHERE in quoted form I'll kill you all while you sleep." Race nodded.
Doug just smirked knowingly.
***ICU Room 14***
"Don't look at me!" Jonny screamed.
Benton almost fell over in complete shock at his son's words. "Schauen Sie bitte nicht mich, Sie können sehen meine Schande genug nicht an? Nur hören auf anzuschauen... Ihre Augen ab von mir zu nehmen.. Ich bin NICHT irgendein Tier für Sie alle zuzuschauen und werde von amüsiert." He started to sob.
"Jonny. what did you just say?" Benton said, pressing the boy more.
"Halten Sie es auf! Werden Sie weg von mir, schaut nicht mich an. Bitte nur Halt."
Will looked at the boy, "Why don't you want me to see you?" she said as she continued to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Können ich ein Ungeheuer, Sie nicht sehen bin?"
"You are NOT, Jonny!" Dr. Quest said exasperated. Will turned her glare on the man.
"You, out. NOW!" She barked. His head sunk and he shuffled out, almost insulted that a complete stranger was relating to his son more than him.
"Alright, now let's get down to business, Sariel." She looked at him hard.
Tears welled in his eyes and he covered his face. "Why do you call me this?"
"Because you answer to it. Which makes me think Jonny is dormant that his weak mind couldn't take the stress and he created you. An alter ego."
"He is weak. Too weak to protect either of us."
"And who is he? I don't think you mean Jonny, Sariel."
More tears streamed down his face, "It was my fault. All my fault."
"You keep saying that until you believe it." Will barked.
More tears. She was just thankful she wasn't in Wonderland, lest she drown in a pool of sorrows. "Why IS it your fault? Can you tell me? If you can I'll blame you then and you can start to forgive yourself."
He stared at her, "Because I couldn't stop it. Because I gave up. Because he was weak and I am too."
"So, because you're human you deserved inhumane things and take it's fault.?" She moved from the bed to the chair that Benton Quest had vacated.
"NEIN!" He swore.
"Sariel, are you trying to cower away from me again?"
His shoulders sunk. ".I am weak. I deserved this."
"So why does Jonny only speak German and YOU English?"
"Because he is afraid to face the others. I'm not afraid to. I just know I am weak. So I had him start speaking German so they would think he was me so he could be safe."
"But then, JONNY is Sariel, isn't he? Think of it, HE was the one who spoke English and you still speak English, not German. but he spoke the Ger-"
"I can speak any language dead or alive. I just know you can speak English, it's a courtesy."
"Then why aren't you lending the same favor to Dr. Quest?" Will raised her brow.
"Because he asks for Jonny."
"Is Jonny actually speaking to him?" She swung her leg around the chair so she was straddling it.
"Sometimes. but it's mostly jumbled between he and I. and even in that it's mostly me."
"Because you're the stronger of the two?"
He nods.
"How do we make Jonny take over, and let you go?"
"I'm not sure. I'm not him."
"I beg to differ." She touched his cheek.
"Did you feel that or did Jonny?"
"We both did."
"And why is that?"
"." He paused, baffled.
"Do you know?"
"."
"."
"Are . are we really the same?"
She smirked. "Am. I. he and he me?"
"Apparently. Which leads me back to why would he speak German and you English?"
He thought for a long moment. "Because. we are afraid. No, because I am afraid, and if he- we. you know what I mean, can not be reached no one can hurt. us. me. and if I speak English. no one will ask anything of Jonny and he can . I can feel safe."
"It's a shield. That's all it is. Why do you need it though, now of all times. Don't you feel safe?"
". I . do not know."
"I think you should figure that out, Jonny."
".Sari-" He tried to correct.
"Jonny." She restated.
He hung his head, "Jonny."
"There, that wasn't so horrible was it?" Will leaned over and gingerly brushed back the bangs that had fallen over his eyes, being careful not to disturb the bandages on his forehead.
***ICU Ward***
"Hadji! I'm glad you're back son. How was India?" Dr. Quest asked, trying to avoid the morose news as long as he was permitted to isolate himself from it.
"It was most beautiful, I enjoyed being there very much until I heard about the occurrences, and then I only wished India was nearer."
"So do I son, so do I." He muttered.
"How is Jonny doing?"
"I don't know, some psychotic field agent came in and ousted me so she could interrogate him." He stuck his nose up, "And I really don't appreciate being pushed out of the room with my ailing son only speaking GERMAN to someone who doesn't understand the language."
Hadji nodded, "Perhaps I can sway her to let me monitor, translate for her perhaps?"
"Go ahead and try, she's about as charming as Race on one of his off-days. Maybe even WORSE, you know the mood, when Race has to blow off 'Twin Weekend' and the bar so he can set up the plane for travel."
Hadji grimaced, 'An unhappy technician is a DANGEROUS technician.'
"HEY! That only happened ONCE and it had nothing to do with the fact that there were identical hot women." He silenced himself as Hadji glared at him.
"Per chance, DID Anaya and Melana give you their phone number while they were in town so that you could perhaps pass it on to ME?"
Race choked back a panicked look, "Why. no. I'd. never fraternize. with the ene. LOOK A DISTRACTION!" With that the man ran towards the ICU Room 14, even Will was better then back there with THOSE vultures, who seemed to know far too much about his sex life. 'Maybe they got into my diary.'
"Will!" He smirked as he walked into the room.
Jonny quickly shriveled up inside himself and Will swore. "Bannon. OUT. NOW! I was actually getting through."
"Don't you think it's unethical to interrogate someone suffering from shock . . . Especially, a minor without a parent or guardian present?"
"What? How? By making him speak English so he can communicate with his family AND interact normally and thusly bring himself out of shock?" He blinked.
"Right, so, want me to grab you a coffee. hey kiddo, want a sod-"
"OUT Bannon. Before I show you where I hid my pistol so the hospital security couldn't find it on the metal detector."
"Why would you show me.?"
"It would be a brief demonstration followed by lots. alright, moderate amounts of Bannon brain cells decorating the floor."
Jonny flinched at the thought of violence. "Don't worry Jonny, you wouldn't get any on you. Hell, the floor would barely get any on it."
Race retreated from the room Hadji approached the door. Race gave him a troubling look. Ignoring Race and his stupid, Hadji walked in and looked daringly towards the brunette.
"Hello there, and you are?"
"I am Hadji Singh, Jonny Quest's adopted brother."
***Four Hours Later, ICU Ward***
"How is it that *I* get kicked out and yet Hadji is allowed to stay?" Race swore angrily. More on the grounds that he hadn't gotten to see Jonny for two days by now and he was getting rather worried about the boy's health.
An agent of very low rank rushed towards Race Bannon, "Mr. Bannon?"
He nodded, noticing the man's panicked complexion.
"I'm Michael de Stephan, a Class 3 Field Agent, I just got word from Agent Phil Korvin informing us that Ezekiel Rage has escaped and is en route for Oracle."
(Status _ Part Nine: Burning Star _ Completed.)
*Black. I see black. His mask. And her. She's laughing again. Why is she laughing at me? What have I done? What did I do? Why do I deserve this? *Please don't look at me; can you not see my shame enough? Just stop looking... take your eyes off of me... I am NOT some animal for you all to watch and be amused by. *Stop it! Get away from me don't look at me. Please just stop... *I'm a monster, can't you see? *No!
"I'll ask you only ONCE more, nicely, Warden. Warden. you're a doctor. why don't you want to HELP us? Help us find the bodies. We can cut you a deal."
The woman tried her hardest to play good cop, using her soft image to comfort the man instead of intimidate him.
".We'll find them ANYWAYS, just let us help the victims' families. Wouldn't YOU want to know where your child was if they died?"
That struck a chord, he was sniffling at that, and that almost made the second agent in the room smile. 'Bastard deserves it.' She thought angrily, she quickly wiped the smile off her face lest she seemed sadistic.
".get me a map." He muttered in a very defeated fashion. The first agent happily did so, but shot the second agent a warning look.
That made the woman smirk, her reputation preceded her; she sighed and walked outside of the room allowing her presence to be replaced by an equally intimidating agent. Will whistled as she walked towards the water cooler. "Hey Drew, what room did you say Mr. Rage would be staying in? I have some towels to drop off."
"Funny, Phil called and said Rage wasn't to HAVE any room service." He shot her a stern view.
She shook her head, getting annoyed at how EVERYONE seemed to be glaring at her today, and so FAR she had been nothing but good. Granted she realized she was saving up all of her anger for Rage and had to be damn careful not to blow her spot, but apparently she was a bit too predictable to the weathered agents.
Phil Korvin tapped Will on the shoulder, causing her to stand to attention, slightly startled.
"Harkness."
Will gulped, she turned to face the man thankful he wasn't a mind reader. yet not too thankful because at this instance she wasn't all too sure he didn't have that gift. "Hello Agent Korvin, what brings you to this side of the swimming hole?"
He rolled his eyes and ignored the babbling. "I need you to fill out the reports for the last victim, Jonny Quest, it seems our man Race Bannon can't get in to see the main office until this whole matter is settled and its strongly possible that the boy's information can help us find the remaining bodies if Warden over here doesn't feel like cooperating."
"I could help him cooperate." Will slid her hand over her mouth praying Phil hadn't heard that.
"PLUS it will get you out from under everyone's feet. You're NOT going to interview Ezekiel Rage, everyone here knows your . methodology and everyone here feels that it is better not to tarnish the I1 reputation by killing him, at this time."
She curled her lip, "You know, it would be real EASY to say he went for a g- "
"No."
"Oh COME ON! You see it in the NYPD and LAPD ALL the time, why can't w-"
"No."
"You're no fun, you know that Korvin? What would you do if it were your daughter like that? I bet you'd be much more willing then."
"Or I'd assign the case to someone else and keep my sense of ethics." He retorted.
Will smirked, "But you know you wouldn't. And that keeps with my ethics."
"Go."
"But."
"Now." Phil demanded, rubbing his temples.
Will stormed off, toting her pistol angrily. 'Maybe I'll be able to shoot a crack dealer on my way.' She thought hopefully.
***On US 93 S***
"DAMN IT! That man just demoted me to a gopher. I'm going to have a chat with him when I get back." Will spat vehemently as the realization dawned upon her. 'Well, it's not like agents don't take reports. but still. This wasn't my case, wasn't Bannon's EITHER for that matter, this crossed into Phil's jurisdiction, damn bureaucracy. I bet HE plans on interrogating Ezekiel while I'm gone filling out HIS paperwork. Damn him.' She spat angrily.
"I DO NOT GET PAID TO RUN KORVIN'S ERRANDS! Especially when HE doesn't want to do them!" She screamed, again, and then sunk back into her seat to finish her commute.
***The Next Day, 6:00 PM, Rev. Isaac A. St. Joseph Hospital ICU Room 14, Oracle, AZ***
A tired and cranky Will Harkness leaned against the door. "Excuse me. Are you Doctor .Coffee, 'cause you sure are hot-- Dr. Quest?!" She blushed indignantly, straightened her blouse then continued as if everything was normal when he didn't seem to respond to the statement. She said more strongly, this time careful not to let her mind wander to those gorgeous blue eyes, sexy hot chest. aw damn! Apparently she DIDN'T avoid that. "Are you Dr. Quest?" She managed. "Your son, Jonny Quest?"
At the mentioning of his son's name he nodded. "And you are?" He didn't bother looking up from the lump in the bed.
"My name is Will Harkness, it's a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances. I'm with Intelligence One, has your son woken up at all?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I'm the agent assigned to fill out his report. Do you mind if I have a word with the boy?"
Benton glared at the agent, "He's asleep right now, you can come back later and maybe he'll be awake. I'm not disturbing him so you can put him through the third degree him."
The agent's jaw stiffened at Benton's abrupt words. "I didn't ask you to wake him up. I'd like to wait until he regains consciousness. Unless, you have any objections to me being in the room."
"Do you speak German?" Benton softened.
"I speak French, Latin and Spanish, but no, no German."
"Then I suppose I'll translate." He sighed he looked up towards the woman, his eyes simply exhausted.
Taking a moment to explain to her, he looked at the woman, "My son is fluent in several languages but after the trauma of this. incident. he hasn't spoken a word of English, merely German. Luckily, most of the family is fluent in German as well." She nodded.
"So that's what I heard." She thought aloud.
Jonny began to flicker his eyes open after another nightmare. "Schwarz. Ich sehe Schwarz. Seine Maske. Und sie. Sie lacht wieder. Über warum lacht sie mich? Was habe ich gemacht?" He rocked in place, "Was habe ich gemacht? Warum verdiene ich dies?"
Benton looked at his son sympathetically. "Jonny." He ran his hand down the boy's cheek. Three days had past and no improvement was seen, not even physically, all of his outbursts kept popping his stitches and in some cases making the wounds harder to seal.
She glanced at the boy, gauging his emotional status. She sat next to him and touched his hair, careful of the wolf. or is it more of a fox sitting beside him. Best not to provoke it to attack, whatever it is underneath the wool exterior. Which come to think of it must be horrendous with the heat. "Hey there, you didn't do anything wrong. Why are you fretting? Hush, you're safe and no one can hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Benton crossed his face and looked at her, "I thought you said you didn't speak German."
"I don't." She managed without looking at the angry man. "I do read body language habitually though."
Benton breathed a heavy sigh and looked at her with much more calmed eyes. "And you can see a body under all of those bandages?" He put a hand across Jonny's shoulder.
"Yes, I can see a body but more importantly I see a severally traumatized young man that needs help. He doesn't need to be treated like an object."
Benton felt the heat of the agent's anger burn him.
***ICU Ward***
"So, an agent you HAVEN'T slept with. who IS female. is in with Dr. Quest. and you know her?" Jessie interrogated her father, making him very uncomfortable.
"I'm not a promiscuous."
Hadji glared at Race once, which quickly finished his sentence.
"Well I'm not THAT pro."
Doug shot him a glare.
"Ok, I'm a promiscuous little whore but I *am* still YOUR father, and YOUR bodyguard and YOUR only link to Jonny for the most part. If that admittance ever appears ANYWHERE in quoted form I'll kill you all while you sleep." Race nodded.
Doug just smirked knowingly.
***ICU Room 14***
"Don't look at me!" Jonny screamed.
Benton almost fell over in complete shock at his son's words. "Schauen Sie bitte nicht mich, Sie können sehen meine Schande genug nicht an? Nur hören auf anzuschauen... Ihre Augen ab von mir zu nehmen.. Ich bin NICHT irgendein Tier für Sie alle zuzuschauen und werde von amüsiert." He started to sob.
"Jonny. what did you just say?" Benton said, pressing the boy more.
"Halten Sie es auf! Werden Sie weg von mir, schaut nicht mich an. Bitte nur Halt."
Will looked at the boy, "Why don't you want me to see you?" she said as she continued to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Können ich ein Ungeheuer, Sie nicht sehen bin?"
"You are NOT, Jonny!" Dr. Quest said exasperated. Will turned her glare on the man.
"You, out. NOW!" She barked. His head sunk and he shuffled out, almost insulted that a complete stranger was relating to his son more than him.
"Alright, now let's get down to business, Sariel." She looked at him hard.
Tears welled in his eyes and he covered his face. "Why do you call me this?"
"Because you answer to it. Which makes me think Jonny is dormant that his weak mind couldn't take the stress and he created you. An alter ego."
"He is weak. Too weak to protect either of us."
"And who is he? I don't think you mean Jonny, Sariel."
More tears streamed down his face, "It was my fault. All my fault."
"You keep saying that until you believe it." Will barked.
More tears. She was just thankful she wasn't in Wonderland, lest she drown in a pool of sorrows. "Why IS it your fault? Can you tell me? If you can I'll blame you then and you can start to forgive yourself."
He stared at her, "Because I couldn't stop it. Because I gave up. Because he was weak and I am too."
"So, because you're human you deserved inhumane things and take it's fault.?" She moved from the bed to the chair that Benton Quest had vacated.
"NEIN!" He swore.
"Sariel, are you trying to cower away from me again?"
His shoulders sunk. ".I am weak. I deserved this."
"So why does Jonny only speak German and YOU English?"
"Because he is afraid to face the others. I'm not afraid to. I just know I am weak. So I had him start speaking German so they would think he was me so he could be safe."
"But then, JONNY is Sariel, isn't he? Think of it, HE was the one who spoke English and you still speak English, not German. but he spoke the Ger-"
"I can speak any language dead or alive. I just know you can speak English, it's a courtesy."
"Then why aren't you lending the same favor to Dr. Quest?" Will raised her brow.
"Because he asks for Jonny."
"Is Jonny actually speaking to him?" She swung her leg around the chair so she was straddling it.
"Sometimes. but it's mostly jumbled between he and I. and even in that it's mostly me."
"Because you're the stronger of the two?"
He nods.
"How do we make Jonny take over, and let you go?"
"I'm not sure. I'm not him."
"I beg to differ." She touched his cheek.
"Did you feel that or did Jonny?"
"We both did."
"And why is that?"
"." He paused, baffled.
"Do you know?"
"."
"."
"Are . are we really the same?"
She smirked. "Am. I. he and he me?"
"Apparently. Which leads me back to why would he speak German and you English?"
He thought for a long moment. "Because. we are afraid. No, because I am afraid, and if he- we. you know what I mean, can not be reached no one can hurt. us. me. and if I speak English. no one will ask anything of Jonny and he can . I can feel safe."
"It's a shield. That's all it is. Why do you need it though, now of all times. Don't you feel safe?"
". I . do not know."
"I think you should figure that out, Jonny."
".Sari-" He tried to correct.
"Jonny." She restated.
He hung his head, "Jonny."
"There, that wasn't so horrible was it?" Will leaned over and gingerly brushed back the bangs that had fallen over his eyes, being careful not to disturb the bandages on his forehead.
***ICU Ward***
"Hadji! I'm glad you're back son. How was India?" Dr. Quest asked, trying to avoid the morose news as long as he was permitted to isolate himself from it.
"It was most beautiful, I enjoyed being there very much until I heard about the occurrences, and then I only wished India was nearer."
"So do I son, so do I." He muttered.
"How is Jonny doing?"
"I don't know, some psychotic field agent came in and ousted me so she could interrogate him." He stuck his nose up, "And I really don't appreciate being pushed out of the room with my ailing son only speaking GERMAN to someone who doesn't understand the language."
Hadji nodded, "Perhaps I can sway her to let me monitor, translate for her perhaps?"
"Go ahead and try, she's about as charming as Race on one of his off-days. Maybe even WORSE, you know the mood, when Race has to blow off 'Twin Weekend' and the bar so he can set up the plane for travel."
Hadji grimaced, 'An unhappy technician is a DANGEROUS technician.'
"HEY! That only happened ONCE and it had nothing to do with the fact that there were identical hot women." He silenced himself as Hadji glared at him.
"Per chance, DID Anaya and Melana give you their phone number while they were in town so that you could perhaps pass it on to ME?"
Race choked back a panicked look, "Why. no. I'd. never fraternize. with the ene. LOOK A DISTRACTION!" With that the man ran towards the ICU Room 14, even Will was better then back there with THOSE vultures, who seemed to know far too much about his sex life. 'Maybe they got into my diary.'
"Will!" He smirked as he walked into the room.
Jonny quickly shriveled up inside himself and Will swore. "Bannon. OUT. NOW! I was actually getting through."
"Don't you think it's unethical to interrogate someone suffering from shock . . . Especially, a minor without a parent or guardian present?"
"What? How? By making him speak English so he can communicate with his family AND interact normally and thusly bring himself out of shock?" He blinked.
"Right, so, want me to grab you a coffee. hey kiddo, want a sod-"
"OUT Bannon. Before I show you where I hid my pistol so the hospital security couldn't find it on the metal detector."
"Why would you show me.?"
"It would be a brief demonstration followed by lots. alright, moderate amounts of Bannon brain cells decorating the floor."
Jonny flinched at the thought of violence. "Don't worry Jonny, you wouldn't get any on you. Hell, the floor would barely get any on it."
Race retreated from the room Hadji approached the door. Race gave him a troubling look. Ignoring Race and his stupid, Hadji walked in and looked daringly towards the brunette.
"Hello there, and you are?"
"I am Hadji Singh, Jonny Quest's adopted brother."
***Four Hours Later, ICU Ward***
"How is it that *I* get kicked out and yet Hadji is allowed to stay?" Race swore angrily. More on the grounds that he hadn't gotten to see Jonny for two days by now and he was getting rather worried about the boy's health.
An agent of very low rank rushed towards Race Bannon, "Mr. Bannon?"
He nodded, noticing the man's panicked complexion.
"I'm Michael de Stephan, a Class 3 Field Agent, I just got word from Agent Phil Korvin informing us that Ezekiel Rage has escaped and is en route for Oracle."
(Status _ Part Nine: Burning Star _ Completed.)
*Black. I see black. His mask. And her. She's laughing again. Why is she laughing at me? What have I done? What did I do? Why do I deserve this? *Please don't look at me; can you not see my shame enough? Just stop looking... take your eyes off of me... I am NOT some animal for you all to watch and be amused by. *Stop it! Get away from me don't look at me. Please just stop... *I'm a monster, can't you see? *No!