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The ride back to the hotel was silent with the exception of the radio.
Desiree didn't feel like talking much, more like thinking about what had just happened. Dr. Gero seemed like a fairly nice person, yet he did seem desperate. Who calls two sixteen year old twins to research cell developement? She was smart, she knew this, yet she wasn't smart enough to study a field such as this.
"I know he seems crazy, Desiree."
She turned to her brother, scary how he knew what she was always thinking...
"I think we should meet him again, talk about it some more." He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. She wasn't responding at all, just simply looking out the window as they passed by the slower cars. Her delicate fingers drummed on her knee as her hair dusted her cheeks.
He continued to drive ahead, not looking at her. This Gero guy did look pretty cheesy, but Dameon had researched thousands of files containing anything tiny bit of information about Gero, and so far, everything was factual. Nothing was made up or a lie. The facts backed up everything. He glanced once again to Desiree to meet her eyes.
"Alright. Tomorrow night at a different place. This time, we choose."
Dameon nodded, smirking at her cleverness. "Can I ask why we're choosing this time?" he inquired, curious to see if his notions about her complex ideas were true or false.
"Well," she sighed, "if he's a scouter or whatever he is, scientist, then he won't mind. If he's some pshyco, he'll be a bit resistant. And, if he's a spy for the military, finding out how smart the youth of our country are becoming, then he'll object completely."
True.
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"Are you ready yet, Desiree? I've been waiting an hour already!"
Desiree flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, admiring herself boldly. She did looked pretty, that was for sure. She pulled the little, red halter top down a bit before she entered the bedroom/living room. Dameon shook his head. "Trying to impress anyone?" Desiree examined his outfit, scenting the aroma of his cologne. "Should I say the same for you?"
Dameon frowned. "Who's there to impress, my sister?" Desiree winked at him childishly before she grabbed her small, Guicci bag and headed for the car. Dameon clicked off the TV reluctantly before he followed her out, forgetting to lock the door behind him.
He sat down heavily in his seat, and once the engine started, the radio blarred out an angry love ballad. Desiree quickly flipped the radio station to a heavy, hip-hop. "So where and why are we going?" Desiree frowned. "I'm sick of sitting in that hotel. We both know that we can pass for adults, so let's have some fun? It beats sitting in that muggy thing all night. Now hurry up." Dameon looked at his sister with amazement a moment before grinning deviously. "What did you have in mind?"
Desiree grinned, "There's a new night club called 42 Blue. It's on 8th Street and Santiago Way. How about it?" Dameon quickly pulled the car into reverse, and spun out of the small parking lot.
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Not a sound came from C6 as she slipped amongst the shadows of the hotel's poor lighting. Her every step was placed so carefully as not to make a single sound. She blew a few wisps of stray hair from her eyes as she approached the door. She went into a cat-like squat before the door and slowly and silently turned the handle with a leather gloved hand. As the door swung open slowly not a sound came.
"C6 is clear," she whispered before venturing in. She shut the door behind her quietly, grabbing a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign. She opened the door once again before shutting it a final time. Stepping over suitcases and stray clothing, she found a large suitcase.
Engraved into the handle read the initials DMT. Inside were jeans, shirts, every neccesity a girl would need. Moving along, she shut the suitcase and grabbed the duffel bag, lying beside the opposite bed.
'This must be his,' she quirped as she searched through his belongings. As usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing to use against him nor his twin. She put the things away and walked into the bathroom, flipping on the light slowly. The only face that met hers was her reflection in the mirror. She searched the cabinets to find only two toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss and a brush. On the counter lay hairspray, hair gel, cologne and perfume of various scents.
Growing bored and a bit aggitated with this room, she flipped back off the light and headed to exit the room. Walking to the phone, she placed a tiny piece of plastic on the bottom of the telephone. She popped her neck in reward for completing her mission, for now anyway.
Suddenly car lights flashed in the two, large windows, even though the navy blinds concealed most of the inward light. "Shit!" she cursed as she ran to the bathroom. There was no window. "Get me out of here!" she cried into the tiny speaker beside her plush lips. "On my word, slip through the front door."
She ran as graceful as a deer to the front door, creeping inches closer to the handle. "Three." Their voices hit her attentive ears. "Two." The car's doors slammed shut as they walked to the door. "One...now!" She opened the door and slipped back into the shadows. Without looking back, she ran like the wind and jumped into the alley as they turned around from examining a flat.
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Dameon turned around, placing his keys into his jacket's pocket. DO NOT DISTURB swung before him on the door handle. He turned to Desiree. "You put this here?" She frowned, pulling the small sign off. "I don't know, maybe so the cleaning people wouldn't go through our stuff. Dameon nodded and opened the door. "Good thing you put it there." Desiree glared, "You forgot to lock it, hmm?"
Dameon shot her a warning glance as he entered the room and flipped on the main light switch to room C6. "I'm beat," muttered Desiree as she shut the door behind her, stepping off her heels and onto the soft, fluffy carpet. "I'm going to bed." Dameon waved her off as he walked into the bathroom.
"Night Dameon."
He opened the door and almost smiled. "Night Desiree." She rolled over and flipped off her lamp, not noticing her brother's bag still open, nor the tiny plastic underneath the phone
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A/N: Updated again, what do you think so far? Thanks for the reviews so far guys! I love 'em! Keep them coming!! :P
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The ride back to the hotel was silent with the exception of the radio.
Desiree didn't feel like talking much, more like thinking about what had just happened. Dr. Gero seemed like a fairly nice person, yet he did seem desperate. Who calls two sixteen year old twins to research cell developement? She was smart, she knew this, yet she wasn't smart enough to study a field such as this.
"I know he seems crazy, Desiree."
She turned to her brother, scary how he knew what she was always thinking...
"I think we should meet him again, talk about it some more." He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. She wasn't responding at all, just simply looking out the window as they passed by the slower cars. Her delicate fingers drummed on her knee as her hair dusted her cheeks.
He continued to drive ahead, not looking at her. This Gero guy did look pretty cheesy, but Dameon had researched thousands of files containing anything tiny bit of information about Gero, and so far, everything was factual. Nothing was made up or a lie. The facts backed up everything. He glanced once again to Desiree to meet her eyes.
"Alright. Tomorrow night at a different place. This time, we choose."
Dameon nodded, smirking at her cleverness. "Can I ask why we're choosing this time?" he inquired, curious to see if his notions about her complex ideas were true or false.
"Well," she sighed, "if he's a scouter or whatever he is, scientist, then he won't mind. If he's some pshyco, he'll be a bit resistant. And, if he's a spy for the military, finding out how smart the youth of our country are becoming, then he'll object completely."
True.
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"Are you ready yet, Desiree? I've been waiting an hour already!"
Desiree flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, admiring herself boldly. She did looked pretty, that was for sure. She pulled the little, red halter top down a bit before she entered the bedroom/living room. Dameon shook his head. "Trying to impress anyone?" Desiree examined his outfit, scenting the aroma of his cologne. "Should I say the same for you?"
Dameon frowned. "Who's there to impress, my sister?" Desiree winked at him childishly before she grabbed her small, Guicci bag and headed for the car. Dameon clicked off the TV reluctantly before he followed her out, forgetting to lock the door behind him.
He sat down heavily in his seat, and once the engine started, the radio blarred out an angry love ballad. Desiree quickly flipped the radio station to a heavy, hip-hop. "So where and why are we going?" Desiree frowned. "I'm sick of sitting in that hotel. We both know that we can pass for adults, so let's have some fun? It beats sitting in that muggy thing all night. Now hurry up." Dameon looked at his sister with amazement a moment before grinning deviously. "What did you have in mind?"
Desiree grinned, "There's a new night club called 42 Blue. It's on 8th Street and Santiago Way. How about it?" Dameon quickly pulled the car into reverse, and spun out of the small parking lot.
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Not a sound came from C6 as she slipped amongst the shadows of the hotel's poor lighting. Her every step was placed so carefully as not to make a single sound. She blew a few wisps of stray hair from her eyes as she approached the door. She went into a cat-like squat before the door and slowly and silently turned the handle with a leather gloved hand. As the door swung open slowly not a sound came.
"C6 is clear," she whispered before venturing in. She shut the door behind her quietly, grabbing a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign. She opened the door once again before shutting it a final time. Stepping over suitcases and stray clothing, she found a large suitcase.
Engraved into the handle read the initials DMT. Inside were jeans, shirts, every neccesity a girl would need. Moving along, she shut the suitcase and grabbed the duffel bag, lying beside the opposite bed.
'This must be his,' she quirped as she searched through his belongings. As usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing to use against him nor his twin. She put the things away and walked into the bathroom, flipping on the light slowly. The only face that met hers was her reflection in the mirror. She searched the cabinets to find only two toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss and a brush. On the counter lay hairspray, hair gel, cologne and perfume of various scents.
Growing bored and a bit aggitated with this room, she flipped back off the light and headed to exit the room. Walking to the phone, she placed a tiny piece of plastic on the bottom of the telephone. She popped her neck in reward for completing her mission, for now anyway.
Suddenly car lights flashed in the two, large windows, even though the navy blinds concealed most of the inward light. "Shit!" she cursed as she ran to the bathroom. There was no window. "Get me out of here!" she cried into the tiny speaker beside her plush lips. "On my word, slip through the front door."
She ran as graceful as a deer to the front door, creeping inches closer to the handle. "Three." Their voices hit her attentive ears. "Two." The car's doors slammed shut as they walked to the door. "One...now!" She opened the door and slipped back into the shadows. Without looking back, she ran like the wind and jumped into the alley as they turned around from examining a flat.
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Dameon turned around, placing his keys into his jacket's pocket. DO NOT DISTURB swung before him on the door handle. He turned to Desiree. "You put this here?" She frowned, pulling the small sign off. "I don't know, maybe so the cleaning people wouldn't go through our stuff. Dameon nodded and opened the door. "Good thing you put it there." Desiree glared, "You forgot to lock it, hmm?"
Dameon shot her a warning glance as he entered the room and flipped on the main light switch to room C6. "I'm beat," muttered Desiree as she shut the door behind her, stepping off her heels and onto the soft, fluffy carpet. "I'm going to bed." Dameon waved her off as he walked into the bathroom.
"Night Dameon."
He opened the door and almost smiled. "Night Desiree." She rolled over and flipped off her lamp, not noticing her brother's bag still open, nor the tiny plastic underneath the phone
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A/N: Updated again, what do you think so far? Thanks for the reviews so far guys! I love 'em! Keep them coming!! :P