A Viper's Poison
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Author's Note: I would just like to address one thing. Princess of Star pointed out to me something that I forgot to change earlier on and she was a little confused. So to clear up this matter, I just wanted to let you all know that I have changed Mina's codename from Cobra to Copperhead and gave Amy Cobra. I researched the snakes and tried to find the ones whose personality fit the personality of my characters. The King Cobra is known as the smartest snake alive so I needed Cobra to be Amy's codename. I meant to change that when I wrote Chapter Six, but I forgot, I hope that this clears is up for you all.
Thank you for the wonderful reviews of Chapter Seven!
Princess of star: Thank you for catching my mistake with the codenames! You are observant and obviously been paying attention, I commend you!
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Previously on A Viper's Poison:
"Do I not get to know who my rescuer is?" Serena called out boldly to the night. She heard a faint rustling and then a form appeared in the shadows yet Serena could not make out the sex or identity of the unknown.
"Who are you?" She demanded, reaching out to collect her knives, preparing herself for another challenge. The figure finally stepped out of the shadows and Serena's aqua eyes widened.
"I am the silent one."
Chapter Eight: Plots Revealed
Employees could hear the thundering of boots slamming into the marble floor of Crystal Empires before they could even see the man who wore them. Michael Borlio's face was set in grim determination, yet annoyance could be seen behind steeled eyes and a hint of fear lingered in their bluish depths as well. Maybe that is why his pupils were dilated so, maybe that is why his mouth, although set in a grim stance of control, quivered just the slightest bit. A miniscule amount really. Now why was one of the most powerful men they had ever met showing fears as he stormed past them, knocking the white coated scientists out of his way. Wouldn't you fear for your life if you had failed several key objectives and you were about to meet with your cold hearted, kills without thought, boss? Michael Borlio had ample reasons to be afraid.
Michael walked out of the Arena back to the main lobby nodding briefly to his security men before reaching the glass elevator that was on the right lobby side. He waited impatiently for the contraption to arrive after he had pressed the button numerous times. The elevator finally appeared before him, the silver doors sliding open allowing him access to the interior. Michael jabbed at the button labeled roof and was rewarded with an n electronic computer voice that had always irritated him to no end.
"Security clearance needed to reach restricted floors, identification card mandatory for access. Please insert card face up for processing." The electronic voice commanded. Michael sighed and pulled off his identification card and slid it into the computer slot.
"One moment please, processing." The computer announced.
"Hurry up." Michael growled impatiently.
"Processing finished, security cleared for Michael Borlio. Access granted to restricted floor: Roof. Have a nice day." The computer ejected Michael's card and he hung the chain around his neck again as the elevator began its ascent to the rooftop with a rhythmic hum. After a short journey, the elevator carrying Michael reached its destination and glided to a halt. The silver doors opened slowly and Michael immediately walked out, the wind knocking him afoot as he left the protected walls of the elevator shaft he had arrived in. The world is a much colder place thousands of feet above ground lever with raging winds whipping around with force causing Michael to pull his brown leather trench coat shut over his black turtleneck sweater as he waited in silence, his only companion the howling of the wind. Michael did not have to wait long for the whirling of sharp metal helicopter blades interrupted the silence and a sudden whipping of the air into action around him clued Michael to the fact that his boss had arrived. Michael nervously adjusted his neckline and walked towards the helicopter as it set down on the top of the roof, the engine cut off and the blades slowing to a lazy spin. As Michael reached the helicopter, the black side door opened and four armed escort guards climbed out of the vehicle, guns ready in hands and lined up along the side of the helicopter. Michael watched, as a blond head appeared out of the helicopter, silvery blond yet the silver was more evident since his aging years, but he had at least aged gracefully. Two piercing aqua eyes peered out at him, steelier than even his own blue eyes followed by a lean body dressed in a black suit, all of which was impeccably clean.
"Welcome back, Sir." Michael said, reaching out his hand to grasp his employer's while helping him out of the helicopter.
"Thank you, Michael." The man replied his voice tinted with frost. Michael released his hand and stuffed them into his coat pockets.
"We shall talk properly in my office, please escort me there." The man commanded not waiting for Michael to start walking with him. Silence ensued as the entered the elevator and went down a floor to the restricted level twenty-five, and walked into the man's extensive and professionally furnished office.
"Settled?" the man asked as Michael nodded when he had sat down in a leather office chair. "Good. Now would you care to tell me what happened." He said, leaning back in his own chair, folding his hands on desk a bright silver ring adorning his right index fingers, a large "G" engraved in the head surrounded by aqua jewels. Michael took a deep breath before answering.
"We had hired assassin Viper to exterminate scientist Darien Shields over a week ago. We paid her five million in the beginning; five million was going to be given to her after the job was completed. Unfortunately, the job was never completed." Michael reported.
"This so called assassin was a professional one?" the man questioned.
"She is the best." Michael replied.
"Then tell me, why is it that the world's best assassin was unable to kill a mere man?" he asked sarcastically. Michael shifted in his chair uneasily.
"Her excuse was unavoidable circumstances when I threatened her the other day when she was visiting the company."
"She was here?" the man said, sitting upright in his chair.
"Yes, Darien brought her here, they seemed a little too cozy for the job so I threatened her. It is my belief that she failed to complete the mission is because she developed feelings for Dr. Shields and could not bring herself to kill him." Michael explained.
"Love, gets in the way of everything." His boss replied bitterly. "Did you get rid of the girl then?"
"No, I dispatched a group of ten men to dispose of her last night, be she killed them all." Michael admitted.
"She is the best then. I have seen those men, they are well trained, very well than, send another dispatch to kill Dr. Shields, I cannot have him running around the world free with the information he has obtained."
"What about his sister, Raye Shields? She is also working in the Arena on Project Moon Crystal." Michael asked.
"No, leave her be, she is too oblivious to what is happening. I do not think Dr. Shields would jeopardize his sister's life by telling her what he knows. He is a smart man, give him the credit he deserves." His boss rejected the idea and moved on to another topic. "How is Project Moon Crystal progressing?"
"Well as you know, when the men brought the moon crystals back from the moon on the last expedition, they were given to Dr. Shields for analysis. He then found a raw energy source and stabilized if for what he thought was going to be electricity. Since Dr. Shields is not longer with us, we have a new team of scientists taking his place that will channel the energy into a compoundable form to place inside our weapon." Michael explained.
"Excellent and what about the building of the nuclear?"
"The weapon is being built in the Sahara desert far from prying eyes of the US government and anyone else who would be interested in our little production. We have an engineering team creating the missile as we speak and since the actual building is underground and guarded with a cloaking device, it should be undetectable."
"Wonderful, wonderful. I believe that will be all for now Michael." He said, as Michael rose to leave. When he placed his hand on the silver knob of the door, he opened it and walked out not hearing the whispered warning spoken behind him.
"Don't not fail me again Michael for I shall not be as forgiving."
Serena stared in silent shock at the person in front of her; someone she had never expected to ever meet and someone she had never expect the Silent One to be.
"Coral, how good of you to finally show your face." Serena said finally, a little wary of the woman standing nearby.
"Viper." Was her only reply. Serena watched as Coral walked closer, the moonlight outlining her deadly figure. Black leather clothed the illustrious beauty from knee high boots and leather body suit to her leather gloves and trench coat. Her thick black hair cascaded down her back like rushing water. Thick luscious black lashes fringed her bright violet eyes and her sultry red pouting lips were drawn in a grim smile.
"Raye, why didn't you tell me?" Serena said dropping the formality. Raye proceeded to sigh and walked closer to Serena.
"I couldn't, not there anyways. I've been a secret identity all my life Serena, I guess it felt weird to let someone know who I really am, even if it is someone just like me." Raye confessed.
"Does Darien know?" Serena asked.
"No!" Raye said quickly. "No, he doesn't and I don't want him to." She said softer.
"You know he's going to find out. He's going to have to know eventually." Serena reasoned with her.
"Yeah I know, I guess I want him to keep thinking I'm just his innocent baby sister. I'm afraid of the reaction I'll get when he finds out I'm a killer." Raye said sadly.
"I still don't understand why you are an assassin, you and your brother didn't live in Seiya's manor and he only picks up orphans." Serena said puzzled.
"It's a long story really, but Darien and I are orphans, we lost our parents in a car accident when he was six and I was four, I still remember it as if it were yesterday." Raye said a faraway look in her eyes.
FLASHBACK
"Mommy, are we there yet?" six year old Darien asked, leaning forward against his seatbelt so he could see into the passenger seat where his mother was sitting.
"Yes Darien, we are almost there, just sit back in your seat, I don't want you flying out of you seatbelt." His mother scolded him.
"Good." Darien said, a content look crossing his face. He turned to his right and began poking his sleeping sister in her left shoulder. Four-year-old Raye had fallen asleep a little while ago to the steady rocking of the Shield's dodge caravan. Wisps of black hair had fallen into her cherub face as she slept, her right thumb stuck in her mouth, her head leaning against the car window. When Raye did not awaken at Darien's persistent arm poking, he moved his target up to her chubby cheeks. Raye finally opened her sleepy violet eyes and peered through her long lashes at her brother in a befuddled manor. When her sleepy mind registered what he was doing, she lifted one of her hands and smacked him on the head. Darien's faced looked shocked before it crumpled and he started yelling.
"MOM! RAYE JUST HIT ME ON THE HEAD!" He shouted loudly even though the car was not very big and everyone could hear him just fine without yelling.
"He was hitting me first!" Raye yelled back, fully awaken by Darien's loud accusations.
"No I wasn't!" Darien shot back.
"Was too!" she argued fiercely.
"WAS NOT!"
"WAS TOO!"
"Was not I only poked you, you hit me on the head!" Darien said triumphantly.
"Darien stop bothering your sister, she was sleeping peacefully until you woke her up." His mother said sternly. Raye looked at Darien and stuck out her tongue in glee. "And you little missy, you better not hit your brother again or you aren't getting any presents for Christmas." His mother added, turning around to look Raye in the eyes.
Raye's violet eyes widened at the mention of no Christmas presents and she sat perfectly still, smiling sweetly at Darien. Mrs. Shields turned around to face the front of the car snickering at Raye's face. Mr. Shields glanced over at his wife and smiled at her antics before turning his attention back to the road.
"Mommy, why is it raining so hard?" Raye asked suddenly. "Is God sad?"
"Oh sweetie, it's raining because all the pretty flowers and trees need water to drink." Mrs. Shields explained. "And God can't be sad when he can look down from heaven and see two of the most precious children in the whole entire world." She added, smiling lovingly at her two children.
"Ew mom, that's sissy stuff." Darien complained at his mom's display of affection. Mrs. Shields just smiled as Darien turned his attention away from his family and stared out the window into the torrential rain and the car next to him caught his attention.
"Daddy, why is that man acting really funny?" Darien asked suddenly, poking the back of his dad's chair.
"What man Darien?" his dad asked as he continued driving carefully down the slick highway.
"The man in the big truck next to us, he keeps moving his head up and down." Darien explained, tapping at the window to his left and pointing at the eighteen-wheeler driving two lanes over. Mrs. Shields craned her neck to look out her husband's window and she gasped.
"Oh dear Jonathon! That drive is falling asleep at the wheel!" She said panicking.
"That's not good, I'll just slow down so he gets away from us." Mr. Shields decided, placing his foot gently on the break.
"Oh my gosh! Honey look out!" Mrs. Shields screamed pointing frantically out the window at the truck. The driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and was slumping his head on the wheel as he body leaned to the left, his chest brushing up against the wheel, turning the truck to the right. Mrs. Shields screamed again as the truck kept turning to the right, on a collision course with their side. Raye still sat in her seat silently, but out of fear for her life, not fear of losing her Christmas presents as Darien grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard, looking deathly pale, the ghastly white of his skin contrasting heavily with his black locks. Mr. Shields twisted the wheel to the right and slammed on the brakes trying to get away from the eighteen-wheeler, but the brakes locked on the rainy surface of the road and the caravan whipped into a tailspin, slamming all four occupants against the sides of the car. Raye added her own high-pitched wails to her mother's screams as the continued to spin around the highway. A sickening crash of metal occurred as the eighteen wheeler slammed into the Shield's van, smashing in the front of the car as the two vehicles ricochet off of one another, the lighter of the two propelling backwards across four traffic lanes and flipping over the guardrail off onto the side of the road. The eighteen-wheeler turned on its side and slid to a screeching halt, sparks flying from the metal encasing the truck.
Raye's head was spinning and she felt woozy as she opened her eyes after lying still for a few minutes. She took a couple deep breaths and stared at her surroundings. She felt as if she was in her only little box. Her mommy and daddy's seats had been pushed right up against her and her brother's back seats and the front hood of the car had smashed in right behind it. Glass from the windshield littered her little prison and she could feel hot sticky blood trickling down her face. Her leg hurt so badly. Where were her brother and her parents?
"Mommy, Daddy, Darien!" Raye shouted, hoping that one of them would hear her and get her out. "Mommy, Daddy, Darien!" she yelled again, but no response came. She felt the corner of her eyes prickle and her nose tingled as tiny tears slipped down her cheek, mingling with the blood. She tried to shift positions in her car seat, but it was to snug around her and her leg hurt if she tried to wiggle it. Raye started to sob loudly and she was scared she would never get out and see her family again then suddenly she heard a familiar voice.
"Dad! Mom! Raye!" Darien shouted, his voice seeming muffled. Raye quieted her sobs and screamed.
"DARIEN! DARIEN COME GET ME I'M SO SCARED!"
"Raye? Raye where are you?" Darien yelled back.
"I'm in the car!" she said. Raye heard thuds against the metal to her right and she reached out her hand and thudded right back.
"Don't worry Raye, they're going to get you out." Darien said, trying to comfort his sister.
"Who's they?" she asked curiously.
"The ambulance people." Darien said.
"Ambulance people, like fire trucks with flashing lights and stuff?" Raye said, her interest piqued and she momentarily forgot that she was stuck in a smashed car.
"Yeah Raye, with monstrous flashing lights and loud sirens too." Darien assured her.
"Wow!" Raye replied, with a small smile on her face.
"You just be a good girl and sit very still Raye, ok?" Darien said, pleading with his sister to obey.
"Ok, then I can get my Christmas presents right? That's what Mommy said." Raye reminded him.
"That's right Raye, that's what Mommy said." Darien said softly to her, his voice filling with sadness and dying off at the end.
"Darien what's wrong?" Raye asked, noticing the difference in his tone.
"Nothing Raye, just sit still until they get you out, ok?" Darien said, forcing a cheerful tone.
"Ok Darien."
Darien watched as paramedics and fire crews gathered around what had once been their family car. Hatchets and saws were brought to cut the metal away so they could free his sister from being trapped inside. He moved his gaze a little to the right and his deep blues eyes glanced upon an arm hanging out the front passenger window.
"MOM!" he yelled suddenly, running forward through the dirt to get to his mother. He ran to about five feet away when one of the firemen grabbed him and hauled him away.
"No, stop! I saw my mom, my mom's in there!" he screamed frantically, beating his tiny fists against the fireman's arms that were grasping him tightly.
"Your mother is no longer alive sonny, I'm very sorry." The fireman said a sorrowful look in his eyes. Darien stared at the fireman, shock apparent on his face and he looked for any hint that the fireman was playing a cruel joke on him, but there was only truth on the man's face. Darien's fists balled up and hot tears collected in his eyes, but he refused to release them. He turned away from the fireman, walked to a lonely patch of grass, sat down, and cried.
"Darien!" he looked up when he heard Raye cry his name. She came whizzing at him, a blur of black and pink and jumped into his arms. Darien cradled Raye to his chest and patted her head.
"Darien, where are Mommy and Daddy?" she asked, her violet eyes looking up at him innocently. Darien swallowed the lump that was trying to form in his throat and threw a shaky smile at his sister.
"They went to heaven to be with Jesus Raye." Darien said softly, rubbing his sister's back.
"Mommy and Daddy died?" Raye asked bluntly looking expectantly at her brother.
"Yes Raye, Mommy and Daddy died." Darien admitted.
"Why did they leave us Darien, did they not love us anymore?" she asked, tears filling her eyes, making them shine.
"Oh Raye, they loved us a lot, Jesus just wanted them right away that's all." Darien said, trying to soothe his sister.
"I miss them already." She cried, burying her head in his torn shirt.
"Me too Raye, me too."
END FLASHBACK"So if you were orphans then how did you meet Seiya?" Serena asked. She looked at Raye expectantly, but she did not reply, her eyes in another place. "Raye?" she said again. Raye looked startled and snapped back to attention.
"Sorry, what did you say?" she asked.
"I was wondering how you two met Seiya." Serena repeated.
"He saved our butts from being thrown in jail." Raye admitted with a soft smile of remembrance.
"That must be an interesting story." Serena laughed.
"Oh it definitely is. After the car accident, Darien and I were thrown into an orphanage. Neither of our parents had siblings and our grandparents were dead on both sides. We had nowhere else to go. We were in that orphanage for four years. People did not want to take both of us and they felt bad about splitting us up so we were never adopted. It was not so bad, Darien was going to adopt me when he turned eighteen, that was the plan, but he was only ten when he decided that. Finally, a nice young couple came and they fell in love with me. I tried to convince them to take my brother too, but they couldn't afford two of us and they thought I was so cute and unique, I think it was my violet eyes that drew them in." Raye started explaining their past life.
"Oh no, they were splitting you up. What did you do?" Serena asked, concern on her face.
"We ran away. I could not bare the thought of being separated from my brother, the only thing I loved in my life. We packed what little things we had and we hightailed it out of there and never looked back. Of course, being broke and young, we had no place to live and nowhere to work. Darien found an abandoned warehouse one day while we were looking around the city and we moved in there and it became our refuge. Over the next two years, more street rats found our warehouse and we became a community of homeless kids. We went out in groups and stole food and what ever necessities we needed and that's how we lived." Raye said, pausing for a moment.
"How does Seiya figure into all this?" Serena questioned. Raye gave her a small smile before finishing.
FLASHBACK"Hey Darien, we just got the scoop that the new grocery store is opening down the street and is having a huge sale. It is going to be crowded with people. It'd be a good place to hit, no one would notice extra kids running around and they'd be too busy to catch us lifting some food and stuff." A dirty red headed freckled boy said walking over to Darien and Raye who were sitting on dirty cartons. His face was smudged with mud and dirt clotted his worn down clothes.
"Thanks Red, is there a team going out?" Darien asked the eight year old.
"Not yet, we haven't established one, but since this is such a big hit, we decided it would be best to go in pairs and have about ten pairs or so walking around." Red explained.
"I'll go, and Raye's going with me." Darien decided.
"Naturally, you don't do anything without each other, plus you work well together, and she's quick." Red said turning his gaze to Raye who was sitting silently twirling her black hair. She flashed Red a grin who gave her a toothy one in return.
"When are we heading out?" Raye spoke up.
"Now." Red replied before walking away to assemble the nine other teams.
"You up for this Raye?" Darien asked, looking her straight in the eyes. Raye did not blink, but just nodded. "Alright, you know the routine. Get your big coat on ok?"
"Sure Darien." Raye said, waving him off and walking to their corner of the warehouse and collecting her brown ratty coat. She pulled it on and flipped her black hair out from underneath it.
Ten minutes later, they walked into Shoppers Food Warehouse and headed towards the food isles. They grabbed a cart as if they were intending to buy the food and started down the isles, putting random stuff in the car while stuffing the things they actually wanted in their coats. People bustled about grabbing various sale items, mothers dragging along their bratty kids who were whining for soda and candy. Darien and Raye dodged the crowds expertly and hid many items in their pockets, hidden from prying eyes. They had done this before many times, two years on the streets teaches you things. When they reached the end of the store, they arrived at the pharmacy. Darien left the cart at the end of an isle and Raye followed him as they walked towards the pharmacy and went inside, crossing towards the opposite end and exited out the door. Just as they reached escape, a man rushing towards the pharmacy with urgency, speared into Raye and knocked her to the floor. With a cry she tumbled down, the contents of her coat pouring out and scattering across the Pharmacy floor. The workers in the Pharmacy saw the incident and immediately began running towards them. Darien panicked and yanked Raye to her feet, dragging her out the door and they ran down the street, their feet pounding against the pavement.
"STOP THEIVES!" one of the Pharmacists yelled alerting the attention of a nearby policeman. He immediately gave chase to the two urchins running down the street. Unlike most policemen who sat around drinking coffee and eating donuts, he happened to like being in peak physical shape and running after bad guys was a favorite past time. He took off like a rocket, gaining ground on them quickly. Darien looked over his shoulder and saw the policeman tailing them and he urged his legs to move quicker. Raye's breaths came in heavy gasps as she ran, her energy dwindling down as her lungs felt like they were going to burst, but she kept running. They turned a sharp corner and headed down a back alley, but Darien realized too late that they had reached a dead end. They stopped at the end, panting while holding on to the brick building with sweaty palms, trying to steady their shaking legs. The policeman ran into the alley and smiled wickedly at them, praising himself on catching the two kids.
"Well, well, well, what do we have hear?" the policeman growled. "Two little thieves are what I see."
"It was all my fault Sir, she didn't have anything to do with it, and I made her come with me. I threatened her! Let her go please!" Darien pleaded with the policeman, shoving Raye away from him.
"No, I think I'll just take you both down to the station, seems like the little girl stole quite a bit and I'll bet my next paycheck you have heavy load as well." The policeman said staring hard at the two kids. Raye watched the policeman, her violet eyes wide until a shadow creeping along the wall caught her attention. She turned her gaze to the shadow and before she knew it the policeman sank to his knees with a sharp crack.
Raye looked past the policeman to the one who created the shadow and her bright eyes met soft gray ones. Darien just stared surprised at the person before him. Silvery hair flowed softly and was tied in a small ponytail and belonged to a boy of seventeen. His hands were still raised and holding a heavy piece of metal and he looked expectantly at the two kids before him.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all day?" he asked, shifting his eyes between the two.
"Who are you?" Darien asked, becoming wary of the stranger before him as he grabbed Raye and pulled her behind him.
"The names Seiya, and who might you be." Seiya returned the question. Raye stepped out from behind Darien, curiosity in her violet eyes.
"I'm Raye." She said, reaching her hand out to Seiya who promptly shook it. "And this is my brother Darien." Seiya shook his hand as well.
"Living on the street are you." Seiya observed as the two nodded. "Thought so when I saw you running from the cops. Then I saw your clothes and I knew for sure. Well, I happen to know of a place were you can stay."
"Really? Where?" Darien asked, suspicious.
"Why, with me."
END FLASHBACK"Seiya took us in that day, he was like an older brother." Raye finished.
"How old were you guys when he found you." Serena asked.
"Well it was two years since we left the orphanage so I was ten and Darien was twelve." Raye said.
"I never saw you two in the Den, so where did he take you?" Serena asked curious.
"He took us to one of his apartments, for a seventeen year old he really got around back then. He told me later that he inherited a fortune from his relatives and that is why he can do whatever he wants with is. He placed us in all the best private schools and we lived there for many years until after we graduated. Darien graduated from Oxford College and went to work with Crystal Empires; he was a well-known genius by the time he had graduated so it was not hard for him to get such a great job. I graduated two years later from Yale." Raye explained.
"Seiya came to me when I was twelve and told me about his intentions to train me. I agreed to let him do it and we practiced everyday for the next couple of years. I never told Darien and Seiya swore that he would never tell him." Raye continued.
"Why didn't you stop me Raye? Surely, you knew whom I was when we first met. That's what I saw in your eyes that day, it was recognition, I just didn't know at the time." Serena inquired.
"I had hoped that just possibly you and Darien really were dating, you seemed so different around him than what we are normally like on a job. You did not seem to be acting. I had also thought Seiya would not condone a job on my brother, but then he does not always know every job that comes in. OF course I thought about the fact that Crystal Empires probably knows that Darien had obtained information about their weapon and I knew then that you must've been hired by them to kill Darien." Raye informed her.
"I didn't kill him."
"I know." Raye said. "I started tailing you after you guys left Crystal Empires and followed him to your house and watched from a window. I was prepared to act if you killed him. I saw what happened inside with the knife and when I was about to jump through one of your windows, you let him go."
"I couldn't do it. I just couldn't" Serena confessed.
"I know Serena, I knew there was something different about you and him." Raye said with a smile.
"I guess Seiya placed you on the inside of Crystal Empires, you are one of his informants?" Serena questioned, changing the subject.
"Yes, it was easy to get me into Crystal Empires. My famous brother worked there and I am smart myself, so I got a job working with Darien. Seiya has been suspicious about the company for a long time; I was already working there when Darien found out about the nuclear weapons. There are two of us now. The second one was put in after the discovery." Raye declared.
"Lita." Serena whispered. Raye looked at her surprised that she had guessed correctly.
"Yes, Python is the other informant." Raye admitted.
"But she's dead, I saw her die with my own eyes!" Serena argued, her mind not accepting the truth.
"Sometimes what you see isn't always reality." Raye said softly, "But that is Lita's story to tell and I have no doubt you will see her again."
"I want in Raye. I want to help bring Crystal Empires down." Serena said heatedly.
"Why?" Raye asked.
"Because they murdered my parents." Serena said vehemently.
Darien sat silently watching endless TV shows in Seiya's house bored out of his mind.
"I can't sit here all day doing nothing, I'm going to go crazy." He reasoned with himself. "Except Seiya told me not to leave the house, but then again, who cares what Seiya says." Darien decided, getting up from the plush leather couch and heading towards the door, stopping only to grab his coat before leaving the house. He quickly signaled a taxi and hopped in, instructing the driver to take him to his old house. Darien needed some stuff from there anyways, all his Crystal Empires files he had obtained were there as well, and that could not be a safe place for them.
The yellow taxi pulled along side Darien's old house. He thanked the driver, handing him the money and stepped out, staring at his home. Darien looked around, noting that there were no suspicious cars around, only the usual ones and proceeded to walk towards the building and went up to his apartment. He unlocked the door with his key and slowly opened it, checking to see if he had any unwanted visitors. There was no one in sight and the place seemed to be just as he left it so Darien cautiously entered his home. He walked swiftly to his bedroom and pulled one of the paintings off the wall revealing a wall safe. Turning the dial and entering the correct combination, he pulled open the metal safe door and peered inside at the manila folders it contained. Gently, he pulled out the files and grabbed a disk inside as well before shutting and locking the safe. Darien crossed the room to his closet, pulled out his briefcase, and stuffed the files and disk into it before grabbing another bag and stuffing that one with his clothes and personal possessions. Satisfied that he had gotten everything, Darien totted the two bags and walked back towards the front door.
When Darien opened his front door, three rather large men who blocked his way each, one holding a metal club, the other two carrying pistols, greeted him. Blue eyes wide, Darien slammed the door in their faces and locked it before running back to his bedroom, trying to get unlock the sliding glass door that led to his balcony. His heard gunshots being fired off and the cracking of wood as the three men forced themselves into his apartment. Panicking, Darien tugged the sliding door open and threw his two bags on the balcony before running back to lock his bedroom door. He then climbed onto the balcony as the intruders kicked down his bedroom door. Darien tossed his bags over the balcony to the grass below and tried to climb onto the roof, but a muscular hand dug into his shoulders from behind and drew him back, tossing him to the pavement floor of his balcony as if he was a rag doll. Darien kicked at one of the men who tried to grab him and rolled away towards the sliding glass window. He stood up quickly, but ducked back down to dodge the metal club sailing towards his head. The club smashed into the sliding door, shattering the glass and spraying it upon all four of them. Angry, the two gun bearing men grabbed Darien from behind as the third man took his club and slammed it into Darien's stomach.
Darien bent over from the force of the hit and gasped in pain. The club smashed against his back next as he hunched over. Looking up, Darien saw the man grin evilly as he raised his club in the air to bring it down upon Darien's head, but it never fell. Instead, the man did as a bullet lodged into his brain. The two men holding Darien followed quickly after, slumping to the floor dead. Darien grabbed his stomach in pain with one hand while grasping the balcony with the other one in order to support his weight and help keep him upright. He looked up weakened and saw a woman walking towards him, her brown hair curling around her face in small wisps while the body of it was pulled to the top of her head in a ponytail. She was holding a sniper rifle in her left hand, her face grim and her bright green eyes flashing in anger.
"Well that was a brilliant idea Darien Shields." The woman raged at him. Darien just stared back at her dazed.
"Who are you?" he wheezed, trying to pull him self-upright more
"Name's Lita. Seiya had me tail you until Serena could start doing it. Was a good idea too or you'd be dead right now." Lita added throwing him an annoyed look.
"Thanks for the help." Darien choked out. Lita rolled her eyes and grabbed him, putting his arm around her neck, supporting him as they walked off the balcony together.
"My stuff." Darien whispered weakly.
"Don't worry about it, we'll get your bags when we get downstairs. I hope what's in there is worth risking your life." Lita said.
"It is." Darien answered. The pair walked out of Darien's apartment and took the elevator down to the bottom level. Lita steered Darien towards her forest green jeep and helped him in the passenger seat before going back and collecting the bags from the grass underneath his balcony.
"Are you taking me back to Seiya's?" Darien asked, the color returning to his paled face.
"No, I'm taking you to the Den." Lita replied as she turned on her jeep, gunned the engine and sped off.
Michael found himself once again in the atrocious elevator heading up to the office level of Crystal Empires. He flexed his fists in frustration, reporting bad news was never a good thing. When the elevator dinged and opened, he walked out swiftly and headed towards his boss' office. He knocked briefly and waited for the bid to enter before grasping the silver handle and letting himself in. The man looked up from his desk, his platinum blond hair glinting in the light of the room.
"Yes Michael what is it?" he asked, beckoning Michael to have a seat.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." Michael started uneasily. The man motioned him to continue, putting aside his papers and giving Michael his full attention.
"There have been some problems with the developments of the moon crystals. It appears that Dr. Shields took several files from the database. All of his work has been removed and what remains there, our team of scientists cannot comprehend. They do not understand the genius of Dr. Shields and therefore cannot continue his work." Michael explained. He waited patiently for the man to reply.
"Are you sure they cannot do anything?" he asked.
"Positive." Michael replied.
"Then we have only one other option. We must have Dr. Shields come back and work for us." The man decided.
"But Sir, respectfully speaking, Dr. Shields will never agree to come back to work for us." Michael protested.
"Michael, I have known you for many years now and you are like the son I never had, but sometimes you just don't think." The man scolded. "We are going to use leverage to get Dr. Shields to come back to us."
"Raye." Michael said, understanding dawning in his eyes.
"Yes, I want you to contact Dr. Shields and propose to him the idea of working for us again and if he refuses, threaten him with the brutal death of his sister until he complies." The man said a sinister look in his eyes.
"Yes Sir." Michael said as he rose to leave. He walked once again out of the office, but this time, he was more optimistic as he set out on his newest mission.
Well that is it for Chapter Eight hope you all like it. I actually had a lot more planned for this chapter, but I was too excited to get the chapter out that I could not wait and write anymore, plus it is already a long chapter and I was only halfway through my planning. I have decided to split them in half. Keep on review with criticism or praise because I love it!
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