Chapter 16: The End.
AN: Well, this is it. The end of my fan fic. It's been fun. And thank you all for reading and reviewing. And I decided to take one of you up on your offers.
"That's my sister!!" Velvet yelled in the situation room as the news came one. "That's Joanna! They don't call her Perfect Dark for nothing!!"
"Absolutely incredible." Cassandra De Vries said. "Must be in the genes."
"We also have reports of a second attempt at disruption of the peace process." The newscaster said. "A bomb, planted under the process had been set to go off, but carried out by a certain Lindsay Williamson. Authorities found her in the nearby foliage, barely conscious. After full rehabilitation in a nearby hospital, she has been discharged. And in other news, a breakthrough technology from the Carrington Institute: A DNA replicator. Someone's DNA and brain wave patterns are fed into the data banks and a new person is formed, right before your eyes..."
Velvet shut the holovision off. "You think Joanna will approve?" She asked.
"Well, she won't complain." Foster said. "That's for sure."
"I'm only interested in having my old agent back." Carrington said.
His face was stoic, but it was the Santa Claus like twinkle in his eyes that gave him away.
Nathan arrived back in his apartment in New York. Everything was as he left it, save for a four-year cover of dust. His bank account had paid for the rent and now, he had to start over.
The first thing he did was go to the shower. He needed a nice, hot shower.
When he was inside the steamy, sauna like room, he heard a small thump, like a shot from an old style Braush silencer.
Nathan got out, wrapped a towel round his waist and took the large Bowie knife his father gave to him out of the drawer.
He crept towards his bedroom, the knife in his hand.
He opened the door to reveal...
Lindsay, lying on his bed, the sheet pulled up to her shoulders and her hair back to its natural red. Her eyes suggested unmentionable notions and a quarter inch black silk trousseau round her neck.
Nathan felt the knife drop and land on the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was sure that she'd gone with the bomb. Yet...
"You look tired, Nathan." Lindsay said. "Come to bed..."
Nathan came to her, unaware that the towel had fallen off.
"Lindsay..." He said, unbelievingly. "How can you be here? I swear, I..."
"I jumped." Lindsay said. "But let's not talk about that now. We've got four years of catching up to do."
She kissed him passionately. This was a favor he was only too happy to return. Now, nothing mattered. Only them.
Joanna left her hoverbike at the Institute. It was a beautiful night to walk. It was one of those summer evenings where the day never seemed to ever end. The sun was setting over the buildings, sending off rays of red light and heat, the air was somewhat humid and the cool breeze balanced it all out.
She arrived back at her apartment and reached for her key.
The door swung open, unlocked. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Once inside, Joanna took out her Falcon 2 and screwed in a silencer.
She crept towards the door of her bedroom, from where a light was shining.
Joanna burst through the door, dropping to one knee.
A man lay on the bed, particles of water in his hair, as if he'd just come out of the shower. He was reading an old thriller by the title of From Russia, With Love. (AN: One of the best Ian Fleming books ever!) Joanna's eyes widened. The same roguish tinge to the brown eyes, the same untidy comma of blonde hair on his head, and the same clothes. This couldn't be...
"Long time, no see, Agent Dark." Jonathan said.
"Jonathan..." Joanna ventured, dropping the pistol.
"Yes, it's me." Jonathan got up and retrieved the pistol. "Wasn't expecting this, but still, it's good to see you."
"How..." Joanna was amazed.
"New medical technology." Jonathan said. "All Institute agents have their DNA codes and brain patterns on file and now, they can interpret this into live forms. They can overdo anything, even me."
"Tell me," Joanna said. "Is...everything the same?"
"More or less." Jonathan said, getting the message.
"Should we take it for a test run?" Joanna said, inching closer.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Jonathan said and kissed her, passionately.
They sank to the floor, forgetting everything.
The End.
But not quite the end.
Joanna Dark will return in the next fic.
So that's it. My fic. I hope you enjoyed it. I sure enjoyed writing it. I would like to thank my reviewers, Peachrocks, Obsidian 13, Fantasy Chick 3435, Fan Fiction Enjoyer and last but most certainly not least, Christalina. Be sure to check out my future thriller on Fictionpress.net under the title of A Day In The Life as well as my continued works on fanfiction.net. Good luck with all your fics!
AN: Well, this is it. The end of my fan fic. It's been fun. And thank you all for reading and reviewing. And I decided to take one of you up on your offers.
"That's my sister!!" Velvet yelled in the situation room as the news came one. "That's Joanna! They don't call her Perfect Dark for nothing!!"
"Absolutely incredible." Cassandra De Vries said. "Must be in the genes."
"We also have reports of a second attempt at disruption of the peace process." The newscaster said. "A bomb, planted under the process had been set to go off, but carried out by a certain Lindsay Williamson. Authorities found her in the nearby foliage, barely conscious. After full rehabilitation in a nearby hospital, she has been discharged. And in other news, a breakthrough technology from the Carrington Institute: A DNA replicator. Someone's DNA and brain wave patterns are fed into the data banks and a new person is formed, right before your eyes..."
Velvet shut the holovision off. "You think Joanna will approve?" She asked.
"Well, she won't complain." Foster said. "That's for sure."
"I'm only interested in having my old agent back." Carrington said.
His face was stoic, but it was the Santa Claus like twinkle in his eyes that gave him away.
Nathan arrived back in his apartment in New York. Everything was as he left it, save for a four-year cover of dust. His bank account had paid for the rent and now, he had to start over.
The first thing he did was go to the shower. He needed a nice, hot shower.
When he was inside the steamy, sauna like room, he heard a small thump, like a shot from an old style Braush silencer.
Nathan got out, wrapped a towel round his waist and took the large Bowie knife his father gave to him out of the drawer.
He crept towards his bedroom, the knife in his hand.
He opened the door to reveal...
Lindsay, lying on his bed, the sheet pulled up to her shoulders and her hair back to its natural red. Her eyes suggested unmentionable notions and a quarter inch black silk trousseau round her neck.
Nathan felt the knife drop and land on the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was sure that she'd gone with the bomb. Yet...
"You look tired, Nathan." Lindsay said. "Come to bed..."
Nathan came to her, unaware that the towel had fallen off.
"Lindsay..." He said, unbelievingly. "How can you be here? I swear, I..."
"I jumped." Lindsay said. "But let's not talk about that now. We've got four years of catching up to do."
She kissed him passionately. This was a favor he was only too happy to return. Now, nothing mattered. Only them.
Joanna left her hoverbike at the Institute. It was a beautiful night to walk. It was one of those summer evenings where the day never seemed to ever end. The sun was setting over the buildings, sending off rays of red light and heat, the air was somewhat humid and the cool breeze balanced it all out.
She arrived back at her apartment and reached for her key.
The door swung open, unlocked. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Once inside, Joanna took out her Falcon 2 and screwed in a silencer.
She crept towards the door of her bedroom, from where a light was shining.
Joanna burst through the door, dropping to one knee.
A man lay on the bed, particles of water in his hair, as if he'd just come out of the shower. He was reading an old thriller by the title of From Russia, With Love. (AN: One of the best Ian Fleming books ever!) Joanna's eyes widened. The same roguish tinge to the brown eyes, the same untidy comma of blonde hair on his head, and the same clothes. This couldn't be...
"Long time, no see, Agent Dark." Jonathan said.
"Jonathan..." Joanna ventured, dropping the pistol.
"Yes, it's me." Jonathan got up and retrieved the pistol. "Wasn't expecting this, but still, it's good to see you."
"How..." Joanna was amazed.
"New medical technology." Jonathan said. "All Institute agents have their DNA codes and brain patterns on file and now, they can interpret this into live forms. They can overdo anything, even me."
"Tell me," Joanna said. "Is...everything the same?"
"More or less." Jonathan said, getting the message.
"Should we take it for a test run?" Joanna said, inching closer.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Jonathan said and kissed her, passionately.
They sank to the floor, forgetting everything.
The End.
But not quite the end.
Joanna Dark will return in the next fic.
So that's it. My fic. I hope you enjoyed it. I sure enjoyed writing it. I would like to thank my reviewers, Peachrocks, Obsidian 13, Fantasy Chick 3435, Fan Fiction Enjoyer and last but most certainly not least, Christalina. Be sure to check out my future thriller on Fictionpress.net under the title of A Day In The Life as well as my continued works on fanfiction.net. Good luck with all your fics!