Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Notes: Sorry for the long delay in between chapters. I shall try to write more faster. It's just a little bit difficult at the moment. However, I managed to find time, and I wrote, translated, and checked it.
Thank you to:
Nash Carter- you will find out why Hobson is the way his is in this chapter! Sorry for the long wait!
Luna- I apologies for the long delay, and for the short chapters. So I hope you like this chapter!
Music quotes:
It's all about power and didn't control. Breaking the rule, breaking the soul. They suck us dry till there's nothing left "We are" by Ana Johnson
I'd start a revolution if I could get up in the morning "Revolution" by Aimee Allen
o o o
Hannibal looked at the door that they had just walked through, it was now securely locked. He didn't think anyone would be coming from that door any time soon. They looked around the small area, and couldn't believe what they saw. Wires, bits and pieces of computer parts, lay everywhere. It was like they walked into a disaster area.
There was a staircase on the left, the kitchen straight ahead, and a lounge to the right.
"Please, follow me," Mr Hobson said as he lead them into the lounge.
The team kept looking around, looking at the strange parts that lay everywhere. The lounge was a large room, however, it seemed smaller due to all the junk that covered the room.
"Sorry, um, about the mess. I don't get that many visitors," Mr Hobson said nervously as he tried to clean the chairs.
"I can't imagine why," Face said sarcastically, under his breath as he looked around at the lounge.
The chairs were covered with notes and computer chips, wires and plastic bottles. If they didn't know better, they could have swore that this was his lab.
Hannibal wasn't normally concerned about space, but this time, being trapped in this room, was making him very claustrophobic.
"Mr Hobson..."
"Robert, please call me Robert," Robert asked.
"Right, Robert, as you know, we are here to protect you.."
Hannibal glared at Robert as he was cut off again.
"You don't know the half of it. Ever since I started with my idea I've been getting threats. But then, the threats became more serious. People were threatening to take my daughter. That's why I called for help. Please, my daughter is all I have. You have to help me, you have to protect my daughter!" Robert begged them.
"We will, don't worry Robert. My team is the best, we have never failed, and we don't plan on doing it yet," Hannibal promised.
Robert smiled as he went back to tying to tidy up.
"Please, have a seat," Robert said as he pointed to the chair which he had just cleaned up.
Reluctantly, they all sat down on the sofa. It was a tight squeeze, but they managed to sit. Once they got comfortable, they looked up to see Robert half sitting on another chair.
"Mr Robert? um, sorry, Robert, where is your daughter?" Face asked as he looked around the room.
"Angela, oh, she's um, she's in her room. She normally comes down in..." Robert paused as he quickly checked his watched.
"Oh, in about, let's say, twenty minutes time," Robert answered.
Everyone frowned at his reply, not really expecting that as an answer. But then again, this wasn't a normal environment.
"Right," Face said as looked around, half expecting a robot to come charging in.
Silence filled the room, no one not really knowing what to say or to do. Sure the team had been one many strange missions, but so far, this one was the strangest.
"So, uh, Robert, what is this thing that you're working on?" Frankie asked.
Robert stood up immediately and began to pace the room, his hand went to his forehead, stroking it as if to try and get his brain working.
"Um, well, you see, um, I can't tell anyone, its a secret, and well, I don't know if I can. It's also very complicated and classified.."
"Robert! we don't need to know everything, maybe just what it does?" Hannibal asked.
"Well, I suppose that should be ok. It well, I was working on this new drug, but it didn't work out, instead, it turned out to be a weapon. The army found out, and made me work for them," Robert said sadly.
Frankie, Face, Murdock, BA and Hannibal all knew how the government could 'persuade' people into working for them.
"We know the feeling," Frankie replied dryly.
"Well, I didn't want to work with anything that could hurt people, I wanted to help people. Now, I'm working on a drug that causes incredible pain, there is no antidote yet. Still working on it, but this drug causes you to, you know, die..."
Before Robert could continue, Hannibal raised his hand, motioning for Robert to stop.
"I think we get the idea," Murdock said uneasy.
They didn't really want to hear the word death, specially since it was only a few days ago that Face nearly died.
"Oh, well, ever since I started working with this drug, I've been nervous, I'm just so glad that you guys came," Robert explained.
"Speaking of being here, Hannibal, don't you think we should be going?" BA asked.
"Yeah, do you need to get anything?" Hannibal asked Robert.
"Yeah, yeah, um, I need to go to the office and pick up the rest of my notes, and I need to pack some stuff, like all my files and stuff," Robert said as he pointed to the huge pile of notes.
"Oh boy," Murdock said in amusement.
Hannibal looked around the area, looking at the many files, then back to Robert.
"Just the essentials. Tell your daughter to pack some stuff too, Face, you will stay here, to look after the place, and the daughter.."
"Angela, her name is Angela," Robert interrupted.
"Right, ok, while you are here, me, Murdock, BA and Robert will go to the office to pick up some stuff. Frankie, you will help Face," Hannibal ordered.
Face looked at Hannibal suspiciously, but let it slid this time, mostly because his stomach was being to hurt, and he didn't really think he could face moving at the moment.
"Ok, I'll just quickly fetch Angela, oh, and there's something I must tell you about Angela, she cannot speak," Robert said sadly.
"She deaf?" Murdock asked.
"No, she can hear, and she could speak. But since her mom left us, Angela hasn't said a word," Robert explained.
Not knowing what to say in response, Hannibal took over, knowing that there were wasting valuable time.
"Ok people, BA get the car started, Robert, talk to your daughter, tell her that Face and Frankie are here and that she needs to pack her stuff," Hannibal ordered.
Robert nodded as he left the team to speak to her daughter, giving the others a chance to speak in private.
"Sir, do you think it will be safe?" Face asked.
"I'm sure that we will make it to the safe house before trouble will hit," Hannibal reinsured.
With earned Hannibal a sceptical look from Face.
"Look Face, I want you and Frankie to look after the girl. It might take us a while to load Roberts work stuff. As soon as that's done, we will fetch you, then we will head up to the safe house, don't worry I have a plan," Hannibal said with his smile.
They all groaned. They knew that when Hannibal had a plan, something was bound to happen.
"She said that she will be packed in ten minutes," Robert said as he walked back into the room.
"She said?" Murdock asked in confusion.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. Me and Angela have formed our own way of communication. Almost like sign language, but with a few changes," Robert explained.
"Right, lets go," Hannibal said.
Murdock, BA and Robert headed for the door, while Hannibal turned to Frankie and Face.
"Look after the girl, no matter what, and take care of yourselves!" Hannibal said.
"What? us?" Face said innocently.
Hannibal just glared at Face.
"Don't worry Hannibal, I'll make sure everything run's smoothly," Frankie said.
Hannibal nodded, before leaving the room.
"So, how you doing?" Frankie asked as he sat back down on the sofa.
"Fine," Face answered as he got up.
"Where you going?"
"Get something to drink,"
"Wait, I'll get it," Frankie said as he got up.
"I can get it!" Face replied angrily as he walked out.
After a few minutes Face felt bad and headed back into the lounge, only to find Frankie lying on the floor, unconscious.
o o o
To be continued....