Disclaimer:
None of the characters known from 'The Pretender' or 'Profiler' belong to me. I don't make any money out of this. This is just for fun.
Authors Notes:
This is the second edit. I've made sure to have enough columns and corrected all mistakes that came to my attention. I'f there are more mistakes or any other things that should be corrected I'd be glad if you could give me a short review... As the story is still unfinished changes might still come, though.
After the explosion
Part 1
It was all calm now. Nothing moved, even the dust had settled. The flames had vanished as fast as they'd come. They had left nothing but ashes. No corpses, no bones – nothing.
Sydney shuddered. Thinking of the possibility, that the two people he cared for most, had died in this explosion, wasn't assuring. Their remains might have been burnt to ashes, so no one would ever find out, who died here. And no one would ever find out, that they survived – if they survived, that was.
Broots had hacked himself into the FBIs mainframe, copying the investigation results. The damage that the bomb had caused was into millions of dollars. But nobody had been hurt. The bomb had been meant to detonate in the Freedom Station, beneath the hotel where a peace-conference was taking place. No one knew, why it had changed the path to this unused tunnel. They'd found the train there and remains of the bomb, made by an specialist. But no leads to whoever had planted the bomb.
Now, Sydney knew, who had planted the bomb. And he knew, who was to thank for diverting the train into the other tunnel. But he didn't know what happened to them....
He'd spoken to Major Charles earlier this day. The other man was crashed. According to him, Jarod and Ethan wouldn't have had enough time to get away from the bomb. In case, they couldn't stop the detonation in time....
The Major had accepted, that both his sons were dead. One of them he'd never met. Burnt by fire. Dying a cruel death.
Mr. Parker still couldn't believe it. He'd seen the destroyed train and the damage in the street above. He had gotten an impression of how powerful the blow must have been.
But what was getting to him, was, that his daughter was dead. Died, because Raines had planned, again, to claim the power over the Centre. Ethan didn't matter to Raines. He was just a labrat. And he especially did not like Miss Parker. It was the best opportunity, he'd ever gotten. And he'd used it. Perfectly, stealthy.
He didn't care, whether the FBI stated no one was killed in the explosion. He knew it. Knew she had planned to go there to save Ethan. Now, all that was left was his sociopatic younger son and the babyboy he hadn't even given a name yet.
And Jarod. Jarod might become the key. Raines had been successful, but when Mr. Parker would come up with Jarod, a cooperating Jarod, that would outdo Raines. Because even if Jarod had lived in the outside world too long, he still was a Pretender. Would always be....
Tbc
None of the characters known from 'The Pretender' or 'Profiler' belong to me. I don't make any money out of this. This is just for fun.
Authors Notes:
This is the second edit. I've made sure to have enough columns and corrected all mistakes that came to my attention. I'f there are more mistakes or any other things that should be corrected I'd be glad if you could give me a short review... As the story is still unfinished changes might still come, though.
After the explosion
Part 1
It was all calm now. Nothing moved, even the dust had settled. The flames had vanished as fast as they'd come. They had left nothing but ashes. No corpses, no bones – nothing.
Sydney shuddered. Thinking of the possibility, that the two people he cared for most, had died in this explosion, wasn't assuring. Their remains might have been burnt to ashes, so no one would ever find out, who died here. And no one would ever find out, that they survived – if they survived, that was.
Broots had hacked himself into the FBIs mainframe, copying the investigation results. The damage that the bomb had caused was into millions of dollars. But nobody had been hurt. The bomb had been meant to detonate in the Freedom Station, beneath the hotel where a peace-conference was taking place. No one knew, why it had changed the path to this unused tunnel. They'd found the train there and remains of the bomb, made by an specialist. But no leads to whoever had planted the bomb.
Now, Sydney knew, who had planted the bomb. And he knew, who was to thank for diverting the train into the other tunnel. But he didn't know what happened to them....
He'd spoken to Major Charles earlier this day. The other man was crashed. According to him, Jarod and Ethan wouldn't have had enough time to get away from the bomb. In case, they couldn't stop the detonation in time....
The Major had accepted, that both his sons were dead. One of them he'd never met. Burnt by fire. Dying a cruel death.
Mr. Parker still couldn't believe it. He'd seen the destroyed train and the damage in the street above. He had gotten an impression of how powerful the blow must have been.
But what was getting to him, was, that his daughter was dead. Died, because Raines had planned, again, to claim the power over the Centre. Ethan didn't matter to Raines. He was just a labrat. And he especially did not like Miss Parker. It was the best opportunity, he'd ever gotten. And he'd used it. Perfectly, stealthy.
He didn't care, whether the FBI stated no one was killed in the explosion. He knew it. Knew she had planned to go there to save Ethan. Now, all that was left was his sociopatic younger son and the babyboy he hadn't even given a name yet.
And Jarod. Jarod might become the key. Raines had been successful, but when Mr. Parker would come up with Jarod, a cooperating Jarod, that would outdo Raines. Because even if Jarod had lived in the outside world too long, he still was a Pretender. Would always be....
Tbc