Chapter 2
Retribution
"Get me an iv stat!"
"Doctor I think she's coming through!"
"Please stand back. Give her some room."
Rachel sighed heavily and opened her eyes. She was instantly aware of all the people buzzing around her. But yet it was more like a dream than reality.
"Ms. Leeds, how are you feeling," asked a voice.
Rachel attempted to turn her head in the direction of the voice, but was distracted by a sharp pain shooting through her entire body. She screamed. The sound that came out of her mouth though sounded more like that of a demon wailing than a scream of hers.
A sudden thought went through her foggy mind.
"Molly," she suddenly shrieked, "Molly!"
"It's ok. She's alright," said Dr. Martinez.
"Baby, where's my baby," she shrieked even louder.
"Rachel she…."
"Give it up Martinez," said one of the other Doctors, "She's not all there right now. Look at her. She doesn't even know who you are."
Berto did look at her. And Rachel really didn't seem to recognize him or anyone.
He sighed.
"So… what do we do," he asked finally.
"We give her something to calm her down or we have to strap her down. Your choice."
Berto sighed heavily.
"Give her the sedative," he said as he turned and walked out the door.
Max sat in shock in the waiting area. The place was very cold. Not just in temperature, but also in its nature. Everything was painted gray. There were not any pictures or charts hung up anywhere. There were only a few warnings signs hung up in different spots on the drab walls. All the benches in the small room were metal, and also cold. Max usually made jokes about N-Tek needing a new decorator, but not this time. This time all he could do is think about his wife that was laying in the med bay sick, because of him. No one had said so yet, but he knew it was true. Big organizations, like Dread, almost never single out one lone agent like that unless that person is a big pain in their side. And although Rachel had spoiled quite a many of Dread's little plans, the way they had went about infecting Rachel seemed to point to something else besides assassination. Besides if they had wanted to kill her why not just infect her with something that would kill her instantly.
The thought of that sent a chill down Max's spine.
"It's because of me," he whispered, bitterly to himself.
It had to be. After all, he had just taken down a six million dollar operation that had been known as Dread's "pet." He had apparently planned it, paid for it, and even worked on it himself. Something he wasn't known for doing.
He had taken something from Dread that was important to him. And now Dread was doing the same to him.
As if on cue, Berto walked into the room and told Max to follow him. Seconds later, he, along with several other agents, were all seated in an op room staring at a larger blank screen.
"This message was sent to us about fifteen minutes ago," explained Jefferson Smith.
He pushed a button on the small black remote control he was holding.
A sinister face appeared on the screen.
"Smiley," Max said in a low growl.
"Hello Maxy," said the terrorist haughtily, "I trust you are feeling good. However, I'm guessing your wife is not. So sad."
Psycho shock his head in mock grief.
Max told himself to stay calm even though he could feel the want to smash the tv screen growing ever second.
"But hey, Today's your lucky day Maxy boy. For the low price of only six million dollars, you can have this. The antidote to your little wife's illness. However I should mention one little thing. You only have seventy-two hours before that poison takes full affect and…Well I guess you can figure it out. Well what are you waiting for? Time is running out."
Max took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
"He's taunting me," Max growled, "Ah!"
Max slammed the table with his fist.
Jefferson looked on sadly.
"Son, I... We cannot pay that money. N-Tek …"
"Does not negotiate with terrorist," finished Max spitefully, "So that's it? I just let her die?"
"Max I...."
"Save it Dad. You and the rest of N-Tek can all stand around here and scratch your heads wondering what to do, but not me! I am going to go get that antidote," Max yelled.
"Max, calm down," instructed Jefferson, "We had every intention of going after that antidote. However, son I do not think you should go. You are too involved. Let me send someone else."
"No Dad," said Max, shaking his head. "I have to do this. Rachel is my wife, the mother of my child, and my partner. I can't just sit back and do nothing."
Jefferson shook his head in understanding.
"Alright Max you leave in forty-five minutes. Nez you will go with him. Martinez you will oversee the mission from your console. Well? Let's go everybody! Move!"
All the agents filed out the room going to do his or her own job. Max turned towards his Father before leaving the room.
"Thank you Dad," Max said gratefully.
"Your welcome son," Jefferson called after his son, "Just…be careful."
Poor Rachel! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I am so lazy now that school is out. All I do is play computer games. Lol. Anyways, Read and Review! P.S. Lol. Yes, I did get the name from "Saving Private Ryan," Honeybee But keep that on the down low. :-p.
Retribution
"Get me an iv stat!"
"Doctor I think she's coming through!"
"Please stand back. Give her some room."
Rachel sighed heavily and opened her eyes. She was instantly aware of all the people buzzing around her. But yet it was more like a dream than reality.
"Ms. Leeds, how are you feeling," asked a voice.
Rachel attempted to turn her head in the direction of the voice, but was distracted by a sharp pain shooting through her entire body. She screamed. The sound that came out of her mouth though sounded more like that of a demon wailing than a scream of hers.
A sudden thought went through her foggy mind.
"Molly," she suddenly shrieked, "Molly!"
"It's ok. She's alright," said Dr. Martinez.
"Baby, where's my baby," she shrieked even louder.
"Rachel she…."
"Give it up Martinez," said one of the other Doctors, "She's not all there right now. Look at her. She doesn't even know who you are."
Berto did look at her. And Rachel really didn't seem to recognize him or anyone.
He sighed.
"So… what do we do," he asked finally.
"We give her something to calm her down or we have to strap her down. Your choice."
Berto sighed heavily.
"Give her the sedative," he said as he turned and walked out the door.
Max sat in shock in the waiting area. The place was very cold. Not just in temperature, but also in its nature. Everything was painted gray. There were not any pictures or charts hung up anywhere. There were only a few warnings signs hung up in different spots on the drab walls. All the benches in the small room were metal, and also cold. Max usually made jokes about N-Tek needing a new decorator, but not this time. This time all he could do is think about his wife that was laying in the med bay sick, because of him. No one had said so yet, but he knew it was true. Big organizations, like Dread, almost never single out one lone agent like that unless that person is a big pain in their side. And although Rachel had spoiled quite a many of Dread's little plans, the way they had went about infecting Rachel seemed to point to something else besides assassination. Besides if they had wanted to kill her why not just infect her with something that would kill her instantly.
The thought of that sent a chill down Max's spine.
"It's because of me," he whispered, bitterly to himself.
It had to be. After all, he had just taken down a six million dollar operation that had been known as Dread's "pet." He had apparently planned it, paid for it, and even worked on it himself. Something he wasn't known for doing.
He had taken something from Dread that was important to him. And now Dread was doing the same to him.
As if on cue, Berto walked into the room and told Max to follow him. Seconds later, he, along with several other agents, were all seated in an op room staring at a larger blank screen.
"This message was sent to us about fifteen minutes ago," explained Jefferson Smith.
He pushed a button on the small black remote control he was holding.
A sinister face appeared on the screen.
"Smiley," Max said in a low growl.
"Hello Maxy," said the terrorist haughtily, "I trust you are feeling good. However, I'm guessing your wife is not. So sad."
Psycho shock his head in mock grief.
Max told himself to stay calm even though he could feel the want to smash the tv screen growing ever second.
"But hey, Today's your lucky day Maxy boy. For the low price of only six million dollars, you can have this. The antidote to your little wife's illness. However I should mention one little thing. You only have seventy-two hours before that poison takes full affect and…Well I guess you can figure it out. Well what are you waiting for? Time is running out."
Max took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
"He's taunting me," Max growled, "Ah!"
Max slammed the table with his fist.
Jefferson looked on sadly.
"Son, I... We cannot pay that money. N-Tek …"
"Does not negotiate with terrorist," finished Max spitefully, "So that's it? I just let her die?"
"Max I...."
"Save it Dad. You and the rest of N-Tek can all stand around here and scratch your heads wondering what to do, but not me! I am going to go get that antidote," Max yelled.
"Max, calm down," instructed Jefferson, "We had every intention of going after that antidote. However, son I do not think you should go. You are too involved. Let me send someone else."
"No Dad," said Max, shaking his head. "I have to do this. Rachel is my wife, the mother of my child, and my partner. I can't just sit back and do nothing."
Jefferson shook his head in understanding.
"Alright Max you leave in forty-five minutes. Nez you will go with him. Martinez you will oversee the mission from your console. Well? Let's go everybody! Move!"
All the agents filed out the room going to do his or her own job. Max turned towards his Father before leaving the room.
"Thank you Dad," Max said gratefully.
"Your welcome son," Jefferson called after his son, "Just…be careful."
Poor Rachel! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I am so lazy now that school is out. All I do is play computer games. Lol. Anyways, Read and Review! P.S. Lol. Yes, I did get the name from "Saving Private Ryan," Honeybee But keep that on the down low. :-p.
