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After the Explosion
Part 8
Mr. Parker sat in his office, brooding. Things went downhill fast. The Triumvirate wasn't pleased to hear the bombing had gone wrong, FBI and NSA were investigating the attack and danger was, that they might become suspicious of the Centre. His daughter and her brother Ethan were on the run.
His Angel seemingly had lost the last trust she had had in him. For quite a time he had sensed, that she didn't believe the lies any longer. And that was all Jarods fault. If only he could bring Jarod back and lock him up in his simlab for good, his Angel would have been the perfect bait.
Mr. Parker had always hoped, that Jarods fondness of his daughter would finally help her to catch him. But underestimated he had been. Who cared now. Broots would find the remaining two and they would be back soon. Then his Angel would ensure that her little freak brother worked...
"Mr. Parker, Sir?"
Willie leaned in. He looked serious as always, but he had a mean glint in his eyes. Ever since Mr. Parker had shot Mr. Raines, Willie acted like he'd been offended. He was not to trust, anyway.
"Yes, Willie?"
Mr. Parker straightened up and sent him a cold look.
"The Triumvirate asks for your presence."
Fine, the Triumvirate. Interrogation again, and again he would only tell them, that it was William Raines who had programmed Ethan to install the bomb and that he himself, Mr. Parker, only had found out when it was already too late....That was at least partially true, but Lyle was nowhere near to call him a lier....
"I'm coming, Willie."
Bailey Malone wandered through parts of debris. Still the crime scene wasn't cleaned totally. It would take some weeks to get to know all the damage. But they had a case to solve. Rachel had insisted in going to see the place where the bombing had taken place.
"Do you think of something?"
He asked her. She'd been standing there awhile, studying a small hole. Bailey knew, that her theory included that the assassin hid in on of these holes. She had all the hospitals in D.C. checked for patients with major burnings, but no reference.
"I think, this is the place where he hid from the explosion..."
She knelt down and looked closer. Eyes narrowed she took something from the ground.
"How can you be sure, Rachel?"
Bailey knelt beside her, trying to see, what she was holding.
"What have you got there?"
Rachel looked up at him, smiling.
"I think it's a lead, or something similar."
Rachel closed her eyes and felt the fabric she was holding. Bailey eyed her curiously.
Usually she had this expression when she saw something. Bailey still didn't understand how she was doing it. But he knew, Rachel was to trust. They only had to find out what the things she saw meant....and that was mostly the difficulty.
"Bailey?"
He spun around to face her again.
"Yeah?"
Rachel shivered and Bailey knew, that she didn't like the things she had seen.
"Do you think the assassin has been killed?"
He asked gently. But she shook her head, a weary smile on her face.
"No, Bailey, he's been hurt, badly, but not deathly...."
"He? Do you know the guy."
She nodded, sighing.
"You know him as well."
"What's that?"
Cassie eyed the plate in front of her conspiciously. She coulnd't identify the ingedrients and she didn't trust any centre inhabitant, especially not Jarod, to cook something healthy. Jarod grinned, because he knew she was very strict with her food, since she had had problems with her ulcer.
"It's not bad, even though it's sweet. I learned it from a very nice old lady in Cape Cod. She said it was from her great grandmother who originally came from Germany. It's called thick rice. It's a lot of milk, rice and a bit of sugar. I thought you might like it nevertheless."
He put a little dish with cinammon on the table. Ethan had already begun his dinner.
"Great! I love it!"
He said, or at least that was what could be understood. Jarods grin widened and Cassie decided, she would have to try it. And she did.
"Mmmmh!"
Cassie looked up astonished, not finding the right words to express her thoughts. Jarod smiled.
"I'm glad you like it!"
They sat in silence and enjoyed their meal. Each was lost in thought, trying to figure out what was to come.
"So, what are we going to do next?"
It was Ethan who broke the silence. Both, Cassie and Jarod shrugged.
"I guess we will have to find a way to end all this...."
Cassie nodded approvingly, but she either had no idea how to proceed.
"I think we should contact Dad first..."
Jarod said aloud, thinking about the shock his father must be in.
"Yeah, I guess that might be a good idea!"
Ethan agreed.
Tbc
After the Explosion
Part 8
Mr. Parker sat in his office, brooding. Things went downhill fast. The Triumvirate wasn't pleased to hear the bombing had gone wrong, FBI and NSA were investigating the attack and danger was, that they might become suspicious of the Centre. His daughter and her brother Ethan were on the run.
His Angel seemingly had lost the last trust she had had in him. For quite a time he had sensed, that she didn't believe the lies any longer. And that was all Jarods fault. If only he could bring Jarod back and lock him up in his simlab for good, his Angel would have been the perfect bait.
Mr. Parker had always hoped, that Jarods fondness of his daughter would finally help her to catch him. But underestimated he had been. Who cared now. Broots would find the remaining two and they would be back soon. Then his Angel would ensure that her little freak brother worked...
"Mr. Parker, Sir?"
Willie leaned in. He looked serious as always, but he had a mean glint in his eyes. Ever since Mr. Parker had shot Mr. Raines, Willie acted like he'd been offended. He was not to trust, anyway.
"Yes, Willie?"
Mr. Parker straightened up and sent him a cold look.
"The Triumvirate asks for your presence."
Fine, the Triumvirate. Interrogation again, and again he would only tell them, that it was William Raines who had programmed Ethan to install the bomb and that he himself, Mr. Parker, only had found out when it was already too late....That was at least partially true, but Lyle was nowhere near to call him a lier....
"I'm coming, Willie."
Bailey Malone wandered through parts of debris. Still the crime scene wasn't cleaned totally. It would take some weeks to get to know all the damage. But they had a case to solve. Rachel had insisted in going to see the place where the bombing had taken place.
"Do you think of something?"
He asked her. She'd been standing there awhile, studying a small hole. Bailey knew, that her theory included that the assassin hid in on of these holes. She had all the hospitals in D.C. checked for patients with major burnings, but no reference.
"I think, this is the place where he hid from the explosion..."
She knelt down and looked closer. Eyes narrowed she took something from the ground.
"How can you be sure, Rachel?"
Bailey knelt beside her, trying to see, what she was holding.
"What have you got there?"
Rachel looked up at him, smiling.
"I think it's a lead, or something similar."
Rachel closed her eyes and felt the fabric she was holding. Bailey eyed her curiously.
Usually she had this expression when she saw something. Bailey still didn't understand how she was doing it. But he knew, Rachel was to trust. They only had to find out what the things she saw meant....and that was mostly the difficulty.
"Bailey?"
He spun around to face her again.
"Yeah?"
Rachel shivered and Bailey knew, that she didn't like the things she had seen.
"Do you think the assassin has been killed?"
He asked gently. But she shook her head, a weary smile on her face.
"No, Bailey, he's been hurt, badly, but not deathly...."
"He? Do you know the guy."
She nodded, sighing.
"You know him as well."
"What's that?"
Cassie eyed the plate in front of her conspiciously. She coulnd't identify the ingedrients and she didn't trust any centre inhabitant, especially not Jarod, to cook something healthy. Jarod grinned, because he knew she was very strict with her food, since she had had problems with her ulcer.
"It's not bad, even though it's sweet. I learned it from a very nice old lady in Cape Cod. She said it was from her great grandmother who originally came from Germany. It's called thick rice. It's a lot of milk, rice and a bit of sugar. I thought you might like it nevertheless."
He put a little dish with cinammon on the table. Ethan had already begun his dinner.
"Great! I love it!"
He said, or at least that was what could be understood. Jarods grin widened and Cassie decided, she would have to try it. And she did.
"Mmmmh!"
Cassie looked up astonished, not finding the right words to express her thoughts. Jarod smiled.
"I'm glad you like it!"
They sat in silence and enjoyed their meal. Each was lost in thought, trying to figure out what was to come.
"So, what are we going to do next?"
It was Ethan who broke the silence. Both, Cassie and Jarod shrugged.
"I guess we will have to find a way to end all this...."
Cassie nodded approvingly, but she either had no idea how to proceed.
"I think we should contact Dad first..."
Jarod said aloud, thinking about the shock his father must be in.
"Yeah, I guess that might be a good idea!"
Ethan agreed.
Tbc