Lyrics belong to Dramarama "Anything Anything"

: When I was young I learned a game,
Where love and happiness were the same,
Now I'm older and I don't play,
I found out the hardest way:

Lucy's POV

"I still have a Gloxco-multi twelve nine," and the line went dead. I swallowed hard, I had thought that was long gone, she had done plenty of things since I gave it to her that I assumed her a product of it.

"A Glaxco-multi twelve nine. She has one?" Max asked with a look on her face that made it quite obvious she knew exactly what we were dealing with.

"What's a Glaxco-mulwhatever," Janet asked from her perch behind the computer.

"Glaxco-multi twelve nine," Scud corrected her, not breaking eye contact with me. He had been there when I gave it to her, had asked me, begged me not to. He held my look for a couple more seconds then furiously began typing on the computer; Janet leaned over to check what he was doing.

"Well, what is it?" Dominique asked impatiently.

"It's a long range computer programmed missile. It can be programmed to hit up nine to twelve locations at maximum damage," I explained regretfully, covering my face with my hands and laying my head on the back of the couch.

"That's a government sanctioned and recorded weapon," Max added with a look of awe. "Only a handful could have been made."

"Five," I nodded. "And the government still owns five, this was the original commissioned for testing, then deemed to ineffective and ordered to be dismantled."

"What happened to that idea?" Janet asked wide eyed.

"Some quick thinking scientist decided it would be worth more to upgrade it on the sly. The man made a pretty penny on the black market for it. Rico picked it up for me as a gift, Asha had been wanting one since she first heard of it."

"What is the maximum damage?" Dominique asked, leaning forward and looking interested for the first time.

"Total destruction of the target building, minor to average damage to anything in a three block radius," Scud answered without looking up from the computer. "And for the record I was against giving it to Asha. I figured a nice ring, or necklace was more from the heart."

"What do we do?" Janet asked looking at me and Max for comment.

"We go in and take the bitch down," Max answered, standing up.

"Good plan, lacks details," Scud nodded.

"She has to keep the Glaxco at the factory. It's too big and requires too much power to have it at her house. And probably on the top floor for maximum launching capacity," I thought out loud. "If we can get in tonight she might not be expecting it."

"Or she is hoping we do that," Dominique pointed out.

"Asha isn't above shooting that thing off no matter what we do. Especially with Katia's help."

"We could die," Dominique spoke coldly.

"And if we don't take that chance Amy and who knows how many others will die," I stared back, daring her to oppose me.

"We're going in, Dominique. Whether you come with us is up to you," Max said. "Same goes for you two." She nodded at Scud and Janet.

"Oh I'm in," Scud nodded. "It's time to take this bitch down." I smiled at him, silently thanking him.

"Me too," Janet added. "Amy has taken plenty of chances for me. Plus it's my fault Scud wasn't there watching her."

"It's not your fault Janet. They would have found a way even if Scud and I were both there," I comforted her. We all looked to Dominique expectantly; she rolled her eyes slightly, nodding a bit.

"I am coming too. You stupid Americans will get me kill some day."

"Probably," I smiled.

"Not tomorrow though," Max grinned cockily. "Okay so our two prime objectives are Amy and the Glaxco-multi twelve nine. Take out anyone in the way. Scud, what are we looking for?"

"This," Scud swiveled the monitor to face us. On it was a 3D image of the weapon in question, slowly spinning to show it from all angles. I remembered it well. "It's about the size of a car, nearly indestructible steel. The control panel is here," he tapped the screen, lighting up the control panel and stopping the slow rotation. He tapped it again and the image shifted to a close up of the control panel.

"Looks pretty basic," Max noted.

"It is," Scud confirmed, "luckily. The weapon was made for the army, so it's pretty much a see and say toy. The green button initiates the missile launch, red stops it."

"Any code?" Janet asked.

"Nope, just the button."

"It was created more as a threat device, something to make people surrender. The missiles launch one by one, and can be stopped at any point in the sequence," I explained.

"That way blow up one school and as soon as the enemy surrenders it's easy to stop the rest," Scud finished my explanation.

"How considerate," Max spoke dryly.

"It works to our advantage," Scud shrugged.

"Right. So we go in tonight," Max nods.

"What?" Janet asks quickly. "We aren't waiting for backup?"

"You heard Lucy, no time." Max explains. "It's our best shot to go tonight. We'll leave at midnight. Until then I'd advice everyone to get some rest, and do whatever else they might want to do if this turns out to be their last day."

Again we are all somber for a moment, looking around the room at one another. Finally Dominique stands and leaves without a word, Scud gives me one last look then glances at Janet and motions with his head towards her room. She nods smiling and the two of them practically fall over each other running to the door. Max shakes her head watching them, gives me a half smile and walks to her room. I stare around the room, wondering what I should do now.

Amy's POV

The sliding door opens and I glance over, hoping to god someone will put the chair right side up, and maybe let me pee. Katia walks in, out of the setting sun, bathing suit exchanged for a short black skirt and red tank top, also a stunning pair of heals. You notice different things from the floor. She puts a foot on one of the rungs of the chair and lifts it straight.

"Thanks," I say sincerely.

"I get a sore neck looking down so much," she shrugs.

"Can I go to the bathroom please?" I ask as nicely as I can manage. She looks at me for a moment, cocking her head as if trying to read me. Finally a small smile spreads on her lips and she nods.

"Okay. Why not?" She pulls a butterfly knife from a sheath I hadn't seen under her skirt and cuts through the ropes first on my feet, then my wrists. When she cuts the final piece tying me to the chair I elbow her in the chin, then knock her hand, sending the knife skittering across the floor. She's knocked backwards for a moment, and I take the moment to jump up and around her, sprinting for the door. I reach it hauling it open and ready to make a run for it when I feel something bite into my left shin.

"Ahh," I cry out as the quick pain becomes something more, I drop to the floor, my leg giving out beneath me. I stick my leg out seeing half the blade of the butterfly knife stuck in my shin. Katia is walking slowly towards me. I start to crawl on my butt out the door, even though I know it's pointless. She rips the knife out, and I scream in pain, my vision blurring as tears flood my eyes.

"Don't, try to get away," She hisses, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, one knee in the middle of my back.

"Okay," I sob, my leg feeling like it's on fire. I feel the blade of the knife pressing against my throat coldly.

"You tried to mess up my plans for my Michal. I need these weapons so he will have a country to be king of. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," I nodded a bit, very conscious of the blade to my throat.

"Mommy," Michal came running from the main house, stopping short at the doors.

"Yes, Michal?" Katia asks, not moving at all. "Mommy is busy."

"Yeah," Michal nod's absently. "Asha said dinner is ready. She said I can have chocolate milk with it if you say I can."

"Of course sweetie. Tell Asha I will be in soon."

"Yes Mommy," Michal turned, racing back into the house.

"You are completely fucking that child up," I can't help myself. I pay for it, the knife slicing lightly into my throat; I try not to breathe too deep for fear of slitting my own throat.

"Do not tell me how to raise my child. His father had the same problem. You are only alive because Asha wants to play with you. And to play with Lucy. If it were up to me we would have killed you in your sleep and left you in your lover's bed as a message. So you only have to give me one reason to kill you."

She pulled the knife away, and started tugging me back into the pool house by my hair. I had to try to help myself along as we went so all my hair wasn't ripped from my head. I am not proud of the yelps of pain that were coming out of my mouth every time my left leg pushed on the ground. If I could walk on it I would be surprised.

She shoved me into the bathroom, and slammed the door. I lay on the floor for a few long moments catching my breath slowly. Finally I had composed myself enough to try to stand. I held onto the sink and gently pushed myself up to standing. As long as I kept most of my weight on my right foot that was okay. I looked into the mirror, seeing a thin trail of blood across my throat. Luckily the cut wasn't too deep.

I limped over to the toilet, slamming the seat down and falling onto it. I caught my breath for another couple minutes, the pain from my leg making me almost dizzy. Then slowly I lifted the bottom of my pajama pants, wincing and almost crying out as the fabric pulled away from the cut. I forced myself to squeeze around the cut, glad to see no more blood willing to ooze out.

My eyes went to the medicine cabinet and I stumbled over to open it. Nothing helpful above the sink. Below the sink I found a first aid kit. Falling back onto the toilet I fumbled through the kit, finding some disinfectant and an ace bandage. I did a quick job of cleaning and wrapping the wound, and found that with the support I could limp along easier on it, still it wore me out and I sat down again. Finally I took a good look around the room, four blank walls. No windows.

Fuck.