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Chapter 19

"Ok Liz, you and Valenti go around that side. I'll take this side. We can meet up in front." Isabel was starting to walk the other direction, when Liz called grabbed her shirt sleeve.

"Don't be ridiculous, it would be suicide to go out there by yourself. It is better if we go in a group, and if worse comes to worse we can split up, but we need to stick together as long as possible." Liz said in a determined voice, refusing to let go of her shirt sleeve until she nodded his head in submission.

Valenti stared at the two girls he had thought of his own daughters. He would rather die then let anything happen to them. "Ok, you girls follow me, but don't stay to close. I don't want you two getting caught in it if they start shooting."

Liz and Isabel gave him a look like he was joking. "No offense, but I think we are probably more prepared for this than you are." Isabel said crossing her arms.

"Yeah," Liz said with a raised eyebrow. "You have a 9 mill, and we have super alien powers. I think we got it covered."

Valenti ignored them, and started around the corner. When the coast was clear he motioned the girls to follow him, but almost as soon as they stepped around the corner a special unit agent walked around, and started shooting at them.

Valenti shot back, hitting the guy in his bullet proof vest. It made him loose his footing, and Valenti turned around to nod to Isabel, who already had her arm out. He turned around to see the guy vanish.

"Ok, on the count of 3. 1, 2, 3" Max flung the door opened, and immediately put his shield up, to stop any oncoming bullets, but there was nobody there. Not even the bodies that went through the hall. It was completely empty.

"Well, this isn't right." Kyle said looking down back and forth down the hallway.

Michael laughed and slapped Max on the back. "I told you it worked. They just needed to see what kind of power we had, and that they couldn't take us down with their measly human weapons."

"No, this isn't right." Max said, getting an awful feeling deep in his gut. Then it hit him. "They have the girls and Valenti."

Valenti, Liz, and Isabel were being thrown into the Crash Down, by big guys in bad suites. They had been surrounded soon after Valenti and the other agent got in their shooting match. The rest of them came running around the corner in just enough time to see Isabel make the other agent go poof, and they didn't take lightly to it.

One of the guys threw Liz across the room into one of the tables. "How does it feel freak? How does it feel to be thrown across the room?" He was yelling, and pointing to the dead guys that had attacked earlier. "Just be hopeful that I don't do to you, what you did to them!" He walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up off the ground. "And this time you won't have your precious husband here to bring you back." He spat at her, and pushed her back on the ground.

Liz fell to her knees with a hard smack. She gritted her teeth, and looked up the agent standing over her. She could feel a drizzle of blood running down her lip, but she ignored it, concentrating on trying to get her hands free, but they were tied tight behind her back. Then the thought wondered through her mind. Why hadn't they just killed them to begin with?

They dragged a chair over, and threw Valenti in it, tying him to it. He sat there struggling, but knew it was hopeless. All he was doing was making himself more worn out, and he needed to save his strength.

"You are supposed to be one of us! How could you turn on your own kind to help them?" The agent pointed in the direction of Isabel and Liz.

Valenti just sat there and stared at him, not saying a word. He didn't even see the slap coming, but he sure felt it. It was hard and forceful. His head jerked to the side at the impact, and he could feel the blood running from his lip.

Isabel was pushed up against the counter, and the agent was right in his face. "You know, I almost hate to think that we are going to kill you. It would be such a perfectly good waste."

He ran a finger through her hair, and she spit in his eye. "Bitch!" he yelled before slapping her across the face. It was hard enough, that if the counter hadn't been right behind her she would have fallen to the ground.

Liz heard the slap, but didn't get a chance to see. She was trying to dodge the agents foot, that was about to go into her gut, but she wasn't quick enough. She grunted when his foot made contact with her stomach. She needed to get in contact with Max.

"Did you hear that?" Max asked. He had put his shield down, and they were walking quietly checking all the rooms. He heard another crash.

Michael stopped and listened, the noise was coming from downstairs. Which meant either the girls, and Valenti was down there, or the agents were. Or maybe they both were. "Yeah." He answered, looking down the stairwell.

"Should we go down and see what it is?" Kyle asked. Not really sure if he wanted too, but if the girls or his dad were in trouble, he knew he needed to. Forgetting all troubles he walked down the stairs, leaving Max and Michael staring after him.

"Hey wait for us." Michael called, rushing after him.

They guys got to the bottom of the staircase which put them in the employee's break room, and locker room, which also lead into the kitchen. Max, Michael, and Kyle all three tried to look out of the little window in the door.

Max watched as the special agent kick Liz countless times. He waited for to call out but she didn't make a noise. He felt a sense of pride. He knew that she wouldn't give the agent the satisfaction of breaking her, but Max was a different story. He was going to kill him.

He started to walk out the door when Kyle and Michael grabbed him by the arms and held him back. "Maxwell, no you can't. Then they will have all of us. Then how are we supposed to save them?"

Max jerked his arms back, and looked out the window again. It pained him to watch her get beaten like that, but Michael was right. There was no way he was going to save her, if he barged in there.

"So let me ask you something?" the special agent asked Liz, lifting her cheek up to him. "How much do you love that little boy of yours?" he had an evil smirk and Liz's breath caught.

"I will kill you, you lousy son of a bi-." Liz started, but the agent put his finger to her lips, and shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, now watch the language. You don't want to do or say something stupid now do you?" He took off his ski mask, and kissed Liz right on the lips.

Liz sat there in shock; she couldn't believe what he just did. He started to laugh, "I have always wondered what it was like to kiss an alien, and just let you know. I have had better."

"Jerk, I swear, when I get out of here I am going to have great pleasure blowing you to pieces." She spat, and he sat there standing over her laughing.

"Is it worth it?" the agent demanded. He slapped Valenti across the face again. "Was it? Was it?" with every question came another slap, and Valenti's face was starting to go numb.

"Those kids have never done anything wrong, and yes it was worth it. I hope I am around long enough to watch them destroy everyone of you." He said he was starting to get annoyed. The agent slapped him across the face again before turning around to talk to the others.

Isabel watched a group of them talking in quiet. She quietly snuck over to Liz who was sitting on her knees looking at the ground. Isabel could feel her eye swell up, but she didn't feel near as bad as Liz looked. "You ok?" she asked.

Liz looked up and nodded her head. She had a black eye starting to form, and blood running from her lip, and her cheek was swollen. "Just peachy, haven't felt better. God I would rather go through child birth than to go through this again."

Isabel gave her a sympathetic smile. Then she looked over to Valenti, he was staring at them, and she tried to mouth something to him, but felt someone pull her by the collar of her shirt.

"No, No, No, no getting away until the boss is done with you." Isabel looked at growled back.

"Well, give a message to your boss for me. Nobody messed with Isabel Amanda Evans Ramirez, and doesn't pay for it." She kicked him in his groin, and made a dash for the backdoor, but 2 guys caught her and pulled her back, throwing her next to Liz.

"Nice try." Liz whispered.

Isabel shrugged her shoulders. "A girl's got to do, what a girl's got to do, especially when that girl doesn't have use of her alien powers." She looked over at the agent rolling around on the ground with his hand over the very sensitive part that she kicked. She smiled to herself, feeling pretty good considering she was being held hostage.

The special agent got up and gimped over to Isabel, and pulled a gun out and pointed it right at her forehead. "You're going to pay for that wench." He cocked the gun, but a voice stopped him. He dropped the gun, and turned around to salute who walked through the door.