Notes: Hey again. Well, ... I didn't leave you for three weeks this time.
It's still almost two hours before twelve. That counts for something right?
Right? Please don't hurt me.
Sub note: Dallas, yes you can hit me. However, in addition to giving me enough brain cells to take the beating while retaining some form of intelligence, I will also require you soul. If you want to email it to me, that'd be fine.
Disclaimer: I still don't own them. Maybe because I'm a lazy writer.
Agonizing silence seemed to rip through the air as Dinah held her breath waiting for the yelling to begin. Helena had every reason to be furious. After all, it wasn't like she knew about the situation, or emotions surrounding it. By all means yelling should be tearing into her by now; yet there was no noise, no shouting, no yelling, no nothing. This was something that Dinah hadn't anticipated, and to be honest, she didn't know how to deal with it, or what to expect.
Then she heard a sound, a slight hitch in Helena's breathing. Surprised she looked up, and noticed tears streaming down Helena's face. "Hel, please don't cry." Dinah pleaded reaching out to wipe away the tears as she felt her own pricking her eyes.
With a start Helena jumped off the bed away from Dinah's hand. She saw Dinah's hurt look, and watched as she slowly returned her hand to cradle it against her chest. Turning away from the scene, Helena ran a none too steady hand through her still sweaty hair. "Don't touch me." She managed to hiss through her tears, and past the sobs caught in her throat.
Things had changed so quickly. One second they had been joking about leather, and the next Dinah dropped a bombshell on Her. Now she was over taken by the betrayal she felt. It hurt, clenched at her heart, which was pounding within her. A wave of dizziness passed over her, and she was blinded by her tears, but she ignored it. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had something Dinah." Helena looked like she had been about to say more, but a loud, and unexpected sob cut her off.
Getting up from the bed, Dinah walked as close as she dared to Helena and tried to plead with her. "Helena, please listen to me. I can explain everything if you let me."
A bitter laugh erupted from Helena's throat. "Explain? You want to explain it? What's left to say? You two kissed." The last part was shouted at Dinah who involuntarily took a step back. "Damn it Dinah! I gave you my heart. Do you have any idea how few people I do that for? Well, Do you?"
"Yes." Dinah whispered nearly inaudibly. "I know how closed off you are Helena. And I know what I did was the stupidest thing that could ever be done, but you have to let me explain what happened."
It was hard to refuse the desperation lacing Dinah's tone, but Helena was far too upset still to want to listen. "You've hurt me Dinah. I don't think I can listen to what you have to say right now. Just the sight of you makes me angry." Helena finished sadly. In truth it was actually very difficult to say these things to Dinah. While she was questioning Dinah's love and faithfulness, she herself was still very much in love with Dinah. What she was saying was hurting Dinah, and so in turn, was hurting her.
"What does that mean?" Dinah asked fearfully, wringing her hands in anxiety. This could be it. The end of it all. One mistake from Barbara and her whole relationship is destroyed. She just knew Helena was going to break it off with her now, and it was almost frightening how much it hurt.
"I don't know. All I can see when I look at you is her beside you giving you some adoring look. I remember Barbara-" Helena started only to be cut off.
"Then you have to know that we would never have a relationship together." Interrupted Dinah.
"Maybe. But a lot can change, a lot has changed. I need to know right now Dinah, is it me you still want?"
"Yes. I want you and no one else. You are the only person for me. Please tell me that you know that?" She could feel the tears escape from her eyes, but made no move to wipe them away.
"I'm not sure anymore. I need to go for a walk, and clear my head. Right now I'm too upset to listen to you." There were no more words, and without so much as a passing glance Helena grabbed a jacket and left.
It wasn't necessarily that she wanted to leave. In fact Helena just wanted them to be okay again, safe inside each other's arms. Despite this though, there was still a great deal of anger towards Dinah along with a sense of mistrust that was sinking in. She supposed that it was some sort of defensive measure. If she could convince herself that Dinah wasn't trust worthy, then she could end the relationship with justification. She sighed, figuring that maybe she really did need a chance to clear her head if she was thinking all this.
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"Things are coming to a head. It won't be long now before we have to make an alliance." Sars said with an inflection of doubt in her voice.
"What is the matter?" One of her followers asked.
"I am questioning my decisions." She admitted very slowly, and very cautiously.
The room filled with all the man made metas looked shocked at her admission. Several of them sputtered trying to formulate any form of rational thought. Never before would they have ever even considered her being wrong in any way, shape, or form. Faithfully she had led them. Many of them had jobs thanks to her, a place to stay, food to eat, and those who couldn't get jobs helped in a less than legal manner. Even when there had been Phoenix Inc. looking for them she had led them to safety, just as she had the first time they realized that none could return to civilization.
"But, why?" One finally spoke up. "Everything you've done for us has been exactly right."
"There are some things that even I cannot see or anticipate. If things progress as they are, I fear that we shall wind up going to war." There was a collective gasp from the room followed by murmurs as they discussed this potential among themselves. Sars looked at the ground for a moment unable to meet their gaze. "I should have foreseen this possibility, but I did not, and for that I am profoundly sorry."
"What are we going to do?"
"I will take an hour to deliberate, and then I shall make my decision." With that said, she turned and left the room.
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Faintly he could hear a sort of draining sound, and muted voices near by. A sense of awareness came over him, and he could remember what had happened. For a brief moment he wondered how long he had been inside. It didn't feel that long. There was a greenish colored glass in front of his eyes blocking him from seeing anything beyond it. A little bit of fear stirred within him then, and he couldn't help but wonder whether or not he had made the right decision. No, there was no need for doubt, he had been forced into it, and he was doing what he had to do. If a certain someone wasn't in so much denial, then this wouldn't have been necessary, but she apparently like to do things the hard way.
Then there came a loud cah chunk followed by a loud hiss. Finally the voices were louder, and partially understandable, although some of it sounded like a garbled gibberish. Suddenly hands were grabbing him, fingers were prodding him, and there were a few painful sensations up and down his arms and across his chest from several wires being pulled out. He wanted to swat them away but found himself immobile, and only numbly realized that there were metal cuffs around his arms and legs keeping him still.
With a metallic thunk the cuffs opened, and he noticed how weak he was as he collapsed feebly into the arms of those surrounding him. Quickly they pulled him along and sat him down in a chair where he felt his strength returning rapidly. In fact, he felt stronger than ever, and the gibberish now made sense even though he was sure that he didn't know many of the words they were using before today. Experimentally he flexed his hand, and it looked like it rippled which surprised him, but didn't bother him like he thought it would.
They were still prodding him several minutes later and finally he got fed up. "Get the hell away from me!" He shouted forcefully swinging his fists out at them. Three went flying and the others backed to a relatively safe distance. Taking a deep breath he composed himself as well as he could. "Now, what happened to me?"
"You agreed to undertake in the experimental tank program. A deal was made between you and Miss Baxter." One of the scientists said.
"I know that already. I want to know what the tank did to me, and how long I was in there."
"Not long actually. Part of this experiment was work on how to speed up the process. Um, well, we've basically made it so that you can change your DNA at will. In other words, you are a shape shifter. There may have been some other side effects but as of yet we're not sure."
"I see." Reese commented noncommittally. Looking back at the hand that had rippled, he thought of fur growing on it, and just when he thought nothing was going to happen, his hand got quite a bit more hairy. "Interesting." He muttered. "Very interesting."
"If you could just sit down, we'd like to finish examining you."
"No." It was barely audible.
"I'm sorry, but what did you say." The scientist asked honestly curious.
"I said no. In fact, I think you'll take me directly to Miss Baxter." For the most miniscule of seconds Reese's eyes flashed, and then returned to normal.
"Right away master, if you would just follow me."
Reese grinned as he followed the scientist into an elevator.
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"So everything is finally ready?" Dias asked eager to get on with the mission, and to capture their objectives.
"Yes." Rio replied easily. "We have the scouts in both locations with the surveillance systems set up."
"In fact, we've just gotten picture." Orin commented gesturing towards the screens, which showed several different angles of the two places.
"This should be easy going then." Dias said a little uneasily. His two companions looked at him oddly at his uncharacteristic display of apprehension.
"Something the matter?" Orin asked casually quirking an eyebrow.
"It's just that we still aren't sure of their full capabilities." He walked to the pictures. "All we have are the vague reports of what changes were made to them."
"And they were already meta to begin with." Rio added. "There's no sure way of telling what the tanks did to them."
"True, but now we have new expendable members that have been added to our whole. Plus there is still the three of us. We were the most carefully crafted, and should be, at the very least, and equal match. And if we are an equal match, then it will be two on three, odds, which do not lay in their favor." Orin argued logically.
All turned to regard the stair well as they heard someone running up it. "Sirs." The non-meta saluted. They nodded their heads as a sign to continue. "Sirs, it would seem that we missed a group of non metas sirs."
"Explain." Orin ordered with barely controlled anger. It had been his job to round up all the loose ones, and he thought he had gotten them all. Every last one of the official records of how many there were had been burned, so it had been a case of seek and destroy. Now some no name soldier was telling him otherwise. Most likely it was true, but it was also unacceptable, of himself, and of the soldier.
"We just finished interrogating the one called Pock, and he told us of another group that separated from his. He says that a woman named Sar, Sirs, leads them. Also, he said that he was fairly certain that they were living in warehouses down by the docks as his group was. They must have relocated before we found them Sirs."
"Unacceptable!" Orin fumed for several moments pacing the room while thinking.
"What are you going to do, Orin?" Dias grinned at his companions' incompetence finding it extremely humorous.
Sparing a forceful glare at Dias, Orin made his decision. "The plan will progress accordingly. When we capture the objectives, I will lead a team to look for the remaining non-metas. You two can do whatever you like from there as long as you remember that there are three objectives, not just the two."
"It sounds like a good idea Sir." The soldier said.
"Are you still here? Dismissed." Orin snapped sending the soldier fleeing. "Not one more comment from you Dias, or I will have your head." He threatened the snake who was trying to hold back his amusement.
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Sitting in a dark corner of the Dark Horse bar Helena looked deeply into her glass of whisky as though it could provide her with the answers she needed. It was almost an hour ago now that she had actually bought the drink, and she had yet to take even a sip of it. Finally she set it back down on the table realizing that she was never going to drink it. For some reason she didn't think that drinking would help her this time. Chuckling lowly she wondered if maybe she was sick. After all, she had just willingly stopped herself from getting plastered.
Looking back through her memories, she examined Barbara's character closely. She knew that sometimes Barbara didn't handle things in the best manner, usually choosing to repress rather than deal with it. So, what that meant was that her dam of emotions had to break sometime, and maybe, just maybe it was that moment where Dinah told Barbara about regaining her memories.
It wouldn't be that odd. In an emotional moment Barbara wanted a level of closeness that was all. Dinah wouldn't betray her like that...would she? No of course not. That wasn't the type of person Dinah was. The Dinah she knew was fiercely loyal. "But is she in love with you?" An internal insecurity asked. "Maybe." Her mind replied unenthusiastically.
Even if Dinah didn't love her, was she really allowed to stay mad at her over that? "Of course." The internal voice admonished her for thinking otherwise. "I'm not so sure." Her mind said back. They say that if you love someone, you'll let them go. Helena pondered over that for a few moments before deciding that it was a crock of shit. If you love someone you'll fight for them, and try to show them that you cherish them. That doesn't mean that you break up relationships of course; even Helena has morals and common sense.
So, if Dinah wasn't the cheating type, and Barbara wasn't the type to kiss someone in a relationship (especially a relationship of her family) then it meant that it was just an emotional moment. Barbara crashed, and Dinah wasn't going to deny some form of comfort. Maybe Dinah did still love her. "Maybe." Both voices said in unison.
With a sigh she got up leaving her whisky untouched, and her mind still partially clouded, and left the bar. No matter what, she would fight for Dinah if she had to. If Dinah and Barbara now had a relationship, she would get Dinah back, if not, then Dinah and Barbara both had a lot of forgiveness to ask before she let them off the hook. She'd teach Dinah to love her again.
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"My decision has been made. We can no longer afford to wait. It seems that our location will be discovered once more, and we must vacate immediately. All of us shall head for the clock tower, and seek a mutual understanding with the residence. I fear that we shall need them on our side in the up coming war."
The group began to gather their things once more, ready to head out at a moments notice. It saddened Sar that they seemed to be doing this so much, but times were about to get much harder. She could only hope that her side would win, and that everything would turn out all right. However, she had little hope that things would go as she hoped.
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"Mister Reese." Miss Baxter greeted surprised. "I didn't expect to see you this soon."
"I know that." He turned to the scientist who had led him to Miss Baxter's office, "You can go back to work now."
"Well, we have carried out our end of the bargain, and you seem to be fine, so now it is time that you fulfilled your end."
"The deals changing." Reese said casually.
"Excuse me?" She asked in a tone that meant she knew exactly what he said and was extremely pissed off by it.
"You know what I said. What's going to happen, is that you're going to sign over full ownership of Phoenix Inc. to me." He grabbed a paperweight off her desk and began to play with it a bit.
"You presumptuous little bastard. What in the hell makes you think that I would agree to that?" She asked bristling as she took in his whole attitude. It was more like he was stating a fact than anything else.
"Because in addition to now being a shape shifter, I find that I now have a thrall, much like that of a vampire." His eyes flashed. "If you could just arrange the contract and then sign the agreement, then everything will be in order."
"Right away master." She responded, and he smiled warmly at her.
"That's a good girl."
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"Everything's finally ready. All troops have been posted and it's time to make some ruckus." Dias told the others eagerly.
"Let's not waste any time chatting then. We have a bank to rob after all." Orin stated still a little irate from the information earlier. Behind him Rio followed obediently.
Note: Okay, a little bitty bit longer this time. That's got to count for something right? Okay, okay, I promise that I'll try my very best to get the next chapter out within at least two weeks. I'll shoot for one, but school has kept me very busy this past while. Anywho, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Till next time.
Sub note: Dallas, yes you can hit me. However, in addition to giving me enough brain cells to take the beating while retaining some form of intelligence, I will also require you soul. If you want to email it to me, that'd be fine.
Disclaimer: I still don't own them. Maybe because I'm a lazy writer.
Agonizing silence seemed to rip through the air as Dinah held her breath waiting for the yelling to begin. Helena had every reason to be furious. After all, it wasn't like she knew about the situation, or emotions surrounding it. By all means yelling should be tearing into her by now; yet there was no noise, no shouting, no yelling, no nothing. This was something that Dinah hadn't anticipated, and to be honest, she didn't know how to deal with it, or what to expect.
Then she heard a sound, a slight hitch in Helena's breathing. Surprised she looked up, and noticed tears streaming down Helena's face. "Hel, please don't cry." Dinah pleaded reaching out to wipe away the tears as she felt her own pricking her eyes.
With a start Helena jumped off the bed away from Dinah's hand. She saw Dinah's hurt look, and watched as she slowly returned her hand to cradle it against her chest. Turning away from the scene, Helena ran a none too steady hand through her still sweaty hair. "Don't touch me." She managed to hiss through her tears, and past the sobs caught in her throat.
Things had changed so quickly. One second they had been joking about leather, and the next Dinah dropped a bombshell on Her. Now she was over taken by the betrayal she felt. It hurt, clenched at her heart, which was pounding within her. A wave of dizziness passed over her, and she was blinded by her tears, but she ignored it. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had something Dinah." Helena looked like she had been about to say more, but a loud, and unexpected sob cut her off.
Getting up from the bed, Dinah walked as close as she dared to Helena and tried to plead with her. "Helena, please listen to me. I can explain everything if you let me."
A bitter laugh erupted from Helena's throat. "Explain? You want to explain it? What's left to say? You two kissed." The last part was shouted at Dinah who involuntarily took a step back. "Damn it Dinah! I gave you my heart. Do you have any idea how few people I do that for? Well, Do you?"
"Yes." Dinah whispered nearly inaudibly. "I know how closed off you are Helena. And I know what I did was the stupidest thing that could ever be done, but you have to let me explain what happened."
It was hard to refuse the desperation lacing Dinah's tone, but Helena was far too upset still to want to listen. "You've hurt me Dinah. I don't think I can listen to what you have to say right now. Just the sight of you makes me angry." Helena finished sadly. In truth it was actually very difficult to say these things to Dinah. While she was questioning Dinah's love and faithfulness, she herself was still very much in love with Dinah. What she was saying was hurting Dinah, and so in turn, was hurting her.
"What does that mean?" Dinah asked fearfully, wringing her hands in anxiety. This could be it. The end of it all. One mistake from Barbara and her whole relationship is destroyed. She just knew Helena was going to break it off with her now, and it was almost frightening how much it hurt.
"I don't know. All I can see when I look at you is her beside you giving you some adoring look. I remember Barbara-" Helena started only to be cut off.
"Then you have to know that we would never have a relationship together." Interrupted Dinah.
"Maybe. But a lot can change, a lot has changed. I need to know right now Dinah, is it me you still want?"
"Yes. I want you and no one else. You are the only person for me. Please tell me that you know that?" She could feel the tears escape from her eyes, but made no move to wipe them away.
"I'm not sure anymore. I need to go for a walk, and clear my head. Right now I'm too upset to listen to you." There were no more words, and without so much as a passing glance Helena grabbed a jacket and left.
It wasn't necessarily that she wanted to leave. In fact Helena just wanted them to be okay again, safe inside each other's arms. Despite this though, there was still a great deal of anger towards Dinah along with a sense of mistrust that was sinking in. She supposed that it was some sort of defensive measure. If she could convince herself that Dinah wasn't trust worthy, then she could end the relationship with justification. She sighed, figuring that maybe she really did need a chance to clear her head if she was thinking all this.
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"Things are coming to a head. It won't be long now before we have to make an alliance." Sars said with an inflection of doubt in her voice.
"What is the matter?" One of her followers asked.
"I am questioning my decisions." She admitted very slowly, and very cautiously.
The room filled with all the man made metas looked shocked at her admission. Several of them sputtered trying to formulate any form of rational thought. Never before would they have ever even considered her being wrong in any way, shape, or form. Faithfully she had led them. Many of them had jobs thanks to her, a place to stay, food to eat, and those who couldn't get jobs helped in a less than legal manner. Even when there had been Phoenix Inc. looking for them she had led them to safety, just as she had the first time they realized that none could return to civilization.
"But, why?" One finally spoke up. "Everything you've done for us has been exactly right."
"There are some things that even I cannot see or anticipate. If things progress as they are, I fear that we shall wind up going to war." There was a collective gasp from the room followed by murmurs as they discussed this potential among themselves. Sars looked at the ground for a moment unable to meet their gaze. "I should have foreseen this possibility, but I did not, and for that I am profoundly sorry."
"What are we going to do?"
"I will take an hour to deliberate, and then I shall make my decision." With that said, she turned and left the room.
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Faintly he could hear a sort of draining sound, and muted voices near by. A sense of awareness came over him, and he could remember what had happened. For a brief moment he wondered how long he had been inside. It didn't feel that long. There was a greenish colored glass in front of his eyes blocking him from seeing anything beyond it. A little bit of fear stirred within him then, and he couldn't help but wonder whether or not he had made the right decision. No, there was no need for doubt, he had been forced into it, and he was doing what he had to do. If a certain someone wasn't in so much denial, then this wouldn't have been necessary, but she apparently like to do things the hard way.
Then there came a loud cah chunk followed by a loud hiss. Finally the voices were louder, and partially understandable, although some of it sounded like a garbled gibberish. Suddenly hands were grabbing him, fingers were prodding him, and there were a few painful sensations up and down his arms and across his chest from several wires being pulled out. He wanted to swat them away but found himself immobile, and only numbly realized that there were metal cuffs around his arms and legs keeping him still.
With a metallic thunk the cuffs opened, and he noticed how weak he was as he collapsed feebly into the arms of those surrounding him. Quickly they pulled him along and sat him down in a chair where he felt his strength returning rapidly. In fact, he felt stronger than ever, and the gibberish now made sense even though he was sure that he didn't know many of the words they were using before today. Experimentally he flexed his hand, and it looked like it rippled which surprised him, but didn't bother him like he thought it would.
They were still prodding him several minutes later and finally he got fed up. "Get the hell away from me!" He shouted forcefully swinging his fists out at them. Three went flying and the others backed to a relatively safe distance. Taking a deep breath he composed himself as well as he could. "Now, what happened to me?"
"You agreed to undertake in the experimental tank program. A deal was made between you and Miss Baxter." One of the scientists said.
"I know that already. I want to know what the tank did to me, and how long I was in there."
"Not long actually. Part of this experiment was work on how to speed up the process. Um, well, we've basically made it so that you can change your DNA at will. In other words, you are a shape shifter. There may have been some other side effects but as of yet we're not sure."
"I see." Reese commented noncommittally. Looking back at the hand that had rippled, he thought of fur growing on it, and just when he thought nothing was going to happen, his hand got quite a bit more hairy. "Interesting." He muttered. "Very interesting."
"If you could just sit down, we'd like to finish examining you."
"No." It was barely audible.
"I'm sorry, but what did you say." The scientist asked honestly curious.
"I said no. In fact, I think you'll take me directly to Miss Baxter." For the most miniscule of seconds Reese's eyes flashed, and then returned to normal.
"Right away master, if you would just follow me."
Reese grinned as he followed the scientist into an elevator.
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"So everything is finally ready?" Dias asked eager to get on with the mission, and to capture their objectives.
"Yes." Rio replied easily. "We have the scouts in both locations with the surveillance systems set up."
"In fact, we've just gotten picture." Orin commented gesturing towards the screens, which showed several different angles of the two places.
"This should be easy going then." Dias said a little uneasily. His two companions looked at him oddly at his uncharacteristic display of apprehension.
"Something the matter?" Orin asked casually quirking an eyebrow.
"It's just that we still aren't sure of their full capabilities." He walked to the pictures. "All we have are the vague reports of what changes were made to them."
"And they were already meta to begin with." Rio added. "There's no sure way of telling what the tanks did to them."
"True, but now we have new expendable members that have been added to our whole. Plus there is still the three of us. We were the most carefully crafted, and should be, at the very least, and equal match. And if we are an equal match, then it will be two on three, odds, which do not lay in their favor." Orin argued logically.
All turned to regard the stair well as they heard someone running up it. "Sirs." The non-meta saluted. They nodded their heads as a sign to continue. "Sirs, it would seem that we missed a group of non metas sirs."
"Explain." Orin ordered with barely controlled anger. It had been his job to round up all the loose ones, and he thought he had gotten them all. Every last one of the official records of how many there were had been burned, so it had been a case of seek and destroy. Now some no name soldier was telling him otherwise. Most likely it was true, but it was also unacceptable, of himself, and of the soldier.
"We just finished interrogating the one called Pock, and he told us of another group that separated from his. He says that a woman named Sar, Sirs, leads them. Also, he said that he was fairly certain that they were living in warehouses down by the docks as his group was. They must have relocated before we found them Sirs."
"Unacceptable!" Orin fumed for several moments pacing the room while thinking.
"What are you going to do, Orin?" Dias grinned at his companions' incompetence finding it extremely humorous.
Sparing a forceful glare at Dias, Orin made his decision. "The plan will progress accordingly. When we capture the objectives, I will lead a team to look for the remaining non-metas. You two can do whatever you like from there as long as you remember that there are three objectives, not just the two."
"It sounds like a good idea Sir." The soldier said.
"Are you still here? Dismissed." Orin snapped sending the soldier fleeing. "Not one more comment from you Dias, or I will have your head." He threatened the snake who was trying to hold back his amusement.
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Sitting in a dark corner of the Dark Horse bar Helena looked deeply into her glass of whisky as though it could provide her with the answers she needed. It was almost an hour ago now that she had actually bought the drink, and she had yet to take even a sip of it. Finally she set it back down on the table realizing that she was never going to drink it. For some reason she didn't think that drinking would help her this time. Chuckling lowly she wondered if maybe she was sick. After all, she had just willingly stopped herself from getting plastered.
Looking back through her memories, she examined Barbara's character closely. She knew that sometimes Barbara didn't handle things in the best manner, usually choosing to repress rather than deal with it. So, what that meant was that her dam of emotions had to break sometime, and maybe, just maybe it was that moment where Dinah told Barbara about regaining her memories.
It wouldn't be that odd. In an emotional moment Barbara wanted a level of closeness that was all. Dinah wouldn't betray her like that...would she? No of course not. That wasn't the type of person Dinah was. The Dinah she knew was fiercely loyal. "But is she in love with you?" An internal insecurity asked. "Maybe." Her mind replied unenthusiastically.
Even if Dinah didn't love her, was she really allowed to stay mad at her over that? "Of course." The internal voice admonished her for thinking otherwise. "I'm not so sure." Her mind said back. They say that if you love someone, you'll let them go. Helena pondered over that for a few moments before deciding that it was a crock of shit. If you love someone you'll fight for them, and try to show them that you cherish them. That doesn't mean that you break up relationships of course; even Helena has morals and common sense.
So, if Dinah wasn't the cheating type, and Barbara wasn't the type to kiss someone in a relationship (especially a relationship of her family) then it meant that it was just an emotional moment. Barbara crashed, and Dinah wasn't going to deny some form of comfort. Maybe Dinah did still love her. "Maybe." Both voices said in unison.
With a sigh she got up leaving her whisky untouched, and her mind still partially clouded, and left the bar. No matter what, she would fight for Dinah if she had to. If Dinah and Barbara now had a relationship, she would get Dinah back, if not, then Dinah and Barbara both had a lot of forgiveness to ask before she let them off the hook. She'd teach Dinah to love her again.
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"My decision has been made. We can no longer afford to wait. It seems that our location will be discovered once more, and we must vacate immediately. All of us shall head for the clock tower, and seek a mutual understanding with the residence. I fear that we shall need them on our side in the up coming war."
The group began to gather their things once more, ready to head out at a moments notice. It saddened Sar that they seemed to be doing this so much, but times were about to get much harder. She could only hope that her side would win, and that everything would turn out all right. However, she had little hope that things would go as she hoped.
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"Mister Reese." Miss Baxter greeted surprised. "I didn't expect to see you this soon."
"I know that." He turned to the scientist who had led him to Miss Baxter's office, "You can go back to work now."
"Well, we have carried out our end of the bargain, and you seem to be fine, so now it is time that you fulfilled your end."
"The deals changing." Reese said casually.
"Excuse me?" She asked in a tone that meant she knew exactly what he said and was extremely pissed off by it.
"You know what I said. What's going to happen, is that you're going to sign over full ownership of Phoenix Inc. to me." He grabbed a paperweight off her desk and began to play with it a bit.
"You presumptuous little bastard. What in the hell makes you think that I would agree to that?" She asked bristling as she took in his whole attitude. It was more like he was stating a fact than anything else.
"Because in addition to now being a shape shifter, I find that I now have a thrall, much like that of a vampire." His eyes flashed. "If you could just arrange the contract and then sign the agreement, then everything will be in order."
"Right away master." She responded, and he smiled warmly at her.
"That's a good girl."
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"Everything's finally ready. All troops have been posted and it's time to make some ruckus." Dias told the others eagerly.
"Let's not waste any time chatting then. We have a bank to rob after all." Orin stated still a little irate from the information earlier. Behind him Rio followed obediently.
Note: Okay, a little bitty bit longer this time. That's got to count for something right? Okay, okay, I promise that I'll try my very best to get the next chapter out within at least two weeks. I'll shoot for one, but school has kept me very busy this past while. Anywho, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Till next time.