Elaine was not liking this. She was not liking this at all. Since yesterday
she had been trying to track Jesse down; practically giddy with the
prospect of finding the location of Adam Kane's prized Sanctuary at last.
But the signal had been faint, so faint that for a second, Elaine thought
she might have just imagined, which was quite impossible. It had been a few
days since she had infected Jesse and by right the signal she was to
receive should be very, very clear.
Could it be that Adam Kane had succeeded in terminating the progress of the cancer in Jesse's body that she could no longer receive the signal anymore? Or maybe-Sanctuary was hidden somewhere that the waves just couldn't reach her. Somewhere underwater, she guessed. Or maybe hidden deep inside a mountain. Elaine's eyes narrowed.
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. Where are you hiding, Jesse? She tapped her long red fingernails against the armrest of her vehicle. They had been driving around for hours, going nowhere in particular in the hopes that the frequency of the waves she was sensing would increase with time so as to finally pinpoint to her the location of the mutant she was hunting. But so far, not only were the waves getting louder but they were getting more confusing.
Right now it seemed as if the waves were coming in three different directions. Impossible. Jesse couldn't possibly be in three different places at the same time.
What are you up to, Jesse? There was no doubt the molecular; probably Mutant X for that matter, was up to something. Now that his dark-haired friend and the feral were onto her, Adam and his renegades must be desperately trying to bring her down and at the same time, save their beloved molecular.
Tsk tsk. Elaine almost felt a sense of pity at their futile efforts. She was the only one who could cure him and she was sure they were aware of that.
For a moment, Elaine was tempted to just sit around and do nothing. She didn't particularly care if Jesse died or lived, his loss would be their loss, not hers. Besides she would have felt content enough letting Jesse die; causing Mutant X grief would just be a cause for celebration for Genomex.
But then again Mason would have no qualms on doing away with her for letting one of the most golden opportunities they would ever come across at finding the exact location of Sanctuary go to waste. Even though Elaine knew she was probably walking right into a trap. But she was confident she could beat Mutant X at their own game and she always trusted her own instincts.
Bringing the monitor screen up closer, she gazed coldly at the three red dots blinking furiously on the sensor against which she had calibrated the frequency of waves she was receiving from Jesse.
Not impossible, she thought with a little admiration. A little background check on Jesse earlier had her convinced that Jesse, being the tech whiz he was, would be one of the few who could come up with something like this. He had probably put together a device coding the same frequency of wavelengths his own body was giving out in the hope to scramble the signals and give her false directions of his exact location. Tricky, but not impossible. One of the signals was coming from a building downtown at St. Charles Avenue, another coming from a building somewhere at the intersection of Kensington and Sheffield; quite a run-down area. Could Jesse be hiding from her there?
But Elaine wasn't the least bit daunted. She had all the time in the world. To heal or not to heal him, that was in her powers to do. She could take it one step at a time and check out all three places in her own sweet time and not break a sweat.
A cold smile formed on her lips. In the meantime, Jess, you just have to suffer in my absence. By the time I found, you'd be in so much pain you'll be on your knees, begging me to take you.
Of that, she was sure.
Her eyes gleaming with glee, Elaine tapped the monitor gently with her long, red fingernails. "Eenie. . .meenie.mynie.mo."
"St. Charles Avenue. Fast," she commanded, and soon they were on their way.
One step at a time. The smile never left her lips.
One step at a time.
Could it be that Adam Kane had succeeded in terminating the progress of the cancer in Jesse's body that she could no longer receive the signal anymore? Or maybe-Sanctuary was hidden somewhere that the waves just couldn't reach her. Somewhere underwater, she guessed. Or maybe hidden deep inside a mountain. Elaine's eyes narrowed.
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. Where are you hiding, Jesse? She tapped her long red fingernails against the armrest of her vehicle. They had been driving around for hours, going nowhere in particular in the hopes that the frequency of the waves she was sensing would increase with time so as to finally pinpoint to her the location of the mutant she was hunting. But so far, not only were the waves getting louder but they were getting more confusing.
Right now it seemed as if the waves were coming in three different directions. Impossible. Jesse couldn't possibly be in three different places at the same time.
What are you up to, Jesse? There was no doubt the molecular; probably Mutant X for that matter, was up to something. Now that his dark-haired friend and the feral were onto her, Adam and his renegades must be desperately trying to bring her down and at the same time, save their beloved molecular.
Tsk tsk. Elaine almost felt a sense of pity at their futile efforts. She was the only one who could cure him and she was sure they were aware of that.
For a moment, Elaine was tempted to just sit around and do nothing. She didn't particularly care if Jesse died or lived, his loss would be their loss, not hers. Besides she would have felt content enough letting Jesse die; causing Mutant X grief would just be a cause for celebration for Genomex.
But then again Mason would have no qualms on doing away with her for letting one of the most golden opportunities they would ever come across at finding the exact location of Sanctuary go to waste. Even though Elaine knew she was probably walking right into a trap. But she was confident she could beat Mutant X at their own game and she always trusted her own instincts.
Bringing the monitor screen up closer, she gazed coldly at the three red dots blinking furiously on the sensor against which she had calibrated the frequency of waves she was receiving from Jesse.
Not impossible, she thought with a little admiration. A little background check on Jesse earlier had her convinced that Jesse, being the tech whiz he was, would be one of the few who could come up with something like this. He had probably put together a device coding the same frequency of wavelengths his own body was giving out in the hope to scramble the signals and give her false directions of his exact location. Tricky, but not impossible. One of the signals was coming from a building downtown at St. Charles Avenue, another coming from a building somewhere at the intersection of Kensington and Sheffield; quite a run-down area. Could Jesse be hiding from her there?
But Elaine wasn't the least bit daunted. She had all the time in the world. To heal or not to heal him, that was in her powers to do. She could take it one step at a time and check out all three places in her own sweet time and not break a sweat.
A cold smile formed on her lips. In the meantime, Jess, you just have to suffer in my absence. By the time I found, you'd be in so much pain you'll be on your knees, begging me to take you.
Of that, she was sure.
Her eyes gleaming with glee, Elaine tapped the monitor gently with her long, red fingernails. "Eenie. . .meenie.mynie.mo."
"St. Charles Avenue. Fast," she commanded, and soon they were on their way.
One step at a time. The smile never left her lips.
One step at a time.