Disclaimer: I don't own anything Numb3rs, it's all property of CBS and whatnot, so don't sue. The same goes for all the references to Kill Bill. A Bloody Brilliant Pair Of Movies.
Chapter 11: Assassin VS Operative
Don Eppes heaved a sigh from where he sat in the livingroom, his eyes falling on the formof Charlie sitting at the dinningroom table, calmly scribbling away at some unknown equation, with the watchful green eyes of Colby Granger lounging in the corner of the room, and David Sinclair reading a book in another chair at the table. Alan Eppes was in the kitchen making coffee for everyone, Charlie had already put a bag in so all he had to do was turn it on. Though the men seemed somewhat relaxed, in truth, one was scared to death, three were on high alert, and one was calmly going over several combat situations and replaying where he'd kept all weapons of defense.
" Coffee's ready" Called Alan from the kitchen.
Don, Colby, and David got up while Charlie remained totally " Oblivious". the truth was, he'd heard his father just fine, he just didn't want a mug of that particular batch of coffee. It was laced with a harmless sedative which was still powerful enough to knock out a horse or two.
" Sorry you guys but, your all gonna have to sleep this one out." Thought Charlie with a small smirk.
A few minutes later, the four men emptied out of the kitchen, each with a steaming mug in hand, with the exception of Alan, he had two, one of which he set down beside the notepad Charlie was still scribling on.
" Thanks" Said Charlie absently without looking up, though secretly, he stole quick glances around at all the individuals.
To his silent relief, he watched as one by one, they all drank from their mugs. He went back to writing on the notepad while he waited. From where he sat, Don continued to stare at his brother, all the while finishing his mug of coffee, in the back of his mind wondering why it tasted slightly off, but he shrugged it off as a new blend. What struck him as odd was the fact that Charlie hadn't taken a single sip of his joe.He was about to ask why when he felt his vision go blurry for a moment as everything began to get fuzzy. Somwhere in the foggy distance, he heard the sound of something shattering on the floor. On unstable feet, Don got up and made his way to the dinningroom. With his dimming senses, he could just make out the unconscious forms of his father, Colby, and David. He couldn't see Charlie, where was Charlie?
" Charlie?" Slurred Don as he felt his knees buckle underneath him, as he fell, he expected to feel the hardwood floor and the pain that the impact would bring with it, instead, he felt a pair of warm, familair, and surprisingly strong arms gently ease him to the floor. Through his dimming vision, Don could just make out a pair of sad, almost black eyes staring down at him, and before he lost the battle to stay awake, a single voice echoed through his mind, Charlie.
" It's gonna be okay Don."
Charlie heaved a small sigh as he felt the tension leave the body he cradled in his arms. He turned his gaze to the others, Alan was out cold in the chair he'd been sitting in, David and Colby were both slumped over the dinningroom table.
" Here comes the fun part." Thought Charlie as he set to work.
According to his watch, he had two hours before midnight, that was when Koyuki loved to strike, always. With strength that nobody knew he had, he easily hoisted Don over his shoulders and at a medium pace, he climbed the stairs to the second floor. He reached the door to Don's old room and managed to get into the room. He uncerimoniously dumped his unconscious big brother onto the bed, the elder Eppes lying eaglespread, still in la la land. Charlie headed back downstairs and showed the same feat of strength with his father, he gently slid the oldest Eppes onto his bed. This left the two other FBI agents still downstairs, no problem. Within minutes, both David and Colby were lying in a heap on the bed inthe guest bedroom.
Charlie huffed a small breath before he pulled out a small key from his back pocket, one of three for each of the rooms he'd just visited. He placed the small piece of brass on the night stand and headed for the door,the lock clicking behind as he headed to the two other rooms and did the same thing. Charlie stood in the hallway and stared at each door, wondering if he'd ever see the people behind them ever again after this night, it would be a while beforethe sedative wore off. He glanced at his watch, an hour and a half before showtime. Charlie turned and walked back down the stairs to the livingroom and plopped down onto the sofa, turning on the T.V., he flicked through the channels until he came to stop at Cinemax's presentation of Quintan Tarantino's Kill Bill Vol: 1 the film had just started with a sillouette of a comatose Uma Thurman. Another irony, a film about bloody satisfaction and samurai swords.
It was midnight, there was a rustle in the bushes as a killer slowly slithered through the shadows towards the Eppes family home. Koyuki Jenshio had returnedm and was ready for a few hours of her own twisted form of fun. Tied to her back was her instrument of torture, a sheathed samurai sword. She made her way to the houses back door and easily picked the lock, from what her senses could tell her, the TV was on in the livingroom, which probably meant her target was home, which meant, she could get to play. Kouyuki was a very pretty woman, but the smile that graced her lips held no beauty, it was infact, hideous. Kouyuki stealthily made her way down the hall towardsher intended target, slowly, carefully unsheathing her sword as she went. She was about to surprise her next "victim" when she stopped dead, the livingroom was empty, the only thing moving in the room was the movie on the TV. " That's odd" Thought Koyuki,the next second she felt herself flying forwards as somthing impacted with herback.
With a small grunt of pained shock,the female assassin looked up from where she ahd landed and came face to face with a pair ofalmost black eyes, burning with furry and disgust. They belonged to the young man she'd intended to kill. Koyuki was taken slightly aback by the fact that this innocent looking man had just visciously attacked her.
" You're gonna pay for that. She hissed as she got to her feet.
She watched in silent confusion as instead of terror being written over his face, a smirk curled itself over her opponents face.
" Oh, I don't think so. Drawled Charlie as he took a single step back and then savagely buried his fist into the plaster wall that seperated the livingroom from the wall.
He yanked his fist out and in an explosion of plaster dust,revealing the samurai sword that had been hidden there.
Kouyuki quirked one perfectly shaped eyebrow at this and spoke mockingly.
" What, you think you can actually take me on, College boy?"
" I have before, you're only standing here before me because of the giftI gave you. Drawled Charlie as he glared at Koyuki.
This guy's off the deep end. Thought Koyuki as she smirked mockingly at him.
" Oh, a gift, what gift would that be?"
" I gave you mercy, for Izumi's sake,and this is how you use that gift. Gritted out Charlie.
Koyuki felt a cold trickle of terror wash over her as she realized just who she truely was facing.
" Ghost." She whispered as she watched Charlie smile coldly at her in confermation.
" Guess what Yuki, now you get to die the death you should have gotten two years ago. Growled Charlie before with inhuman speed, he unsheathed his sword and lashed out with the deadly blade.
With a hiss, Kouyuki just barely managed to dodge the gleaming blade, only to feel a fist connect full impact with the her cheek. The blow momentarily dazed her, but she quickly regained her balance and with a glare of both furry and fear as she bolted for the back door, Charlie hard on her heels.
The cool night air bomdarded the two warriors as they took their brawl to the backyard. Then with equal furry, two powerful Japanese steel blades met with a small clang. Charlie glared into the eyes of Koyuki Jenshio, showing no sign of fear or doubt, he was going to kill this woman, daughter or not. The two of them savagely began to attack each other both with their blades and with their own hands.And so, time was forgotten, replaced by fury and murderous rage. The two of them were basically cutting each other to shreds, Charlie was bleeding from gashes to his arms and torso, Koyuki had similar wounds along withtwo gashes onboth legs.
Half an hour later, the two of them stood facing each other, both of them breathing hard, both of them numb to the pain that they were in.
This was it, the end had come for one of these warriors.
By dawn, only one would be left standing.