By the time Shalimar reached the fight, Brennan was losing ground. The agents had backed him into a corner; his body was failing him as it slowly began to shut down. Shalimar paused in the door, briefly, to survey the scene.
Jesse was unconscious about twenty feet from the main entrance to her right; two agents were also unconscious about five feet from him. Brendan was surrounded and losing ground fast. Shalimar's eyes flashed gold as and she joined the fight.
Brennan was facing off with two agents. His strength allowed him to do little more than block, and even that was failing. The agent on his left took a swing at his face, which he quickly knocked away, but at the same time the agent on his right hit him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. As Brennan was doubled over in pain, an agent prepared to strike him for the knock out, when he was tossed off his feet into three of his teammates.
"Now you boys wouldn't mind if I joined the fun, would you?" Shalimar said as she took a protective stance in front of Brennan.
"Hey Shal, thanks for coming, glad you could make it," Brennan said as he slowly got to his feet.
Shal gave a smug smirk, and charged at the center of the gathering agents. Brennan watched with pure amusement as Shal punched, kicked, flipped and tackled each agent that came her way. However, he and Shal both failed to notice the agent who didn't join the fight.
Emma and Adam had been in the air for ten minutes, and still had another ten to go. Emma was getting impatient. Always being the one to be left at home, she was excited to be able to do something. Adam gave her a knowing smile as he glanced at her, seated in the co-pilot seat.
"We'll be there soon Emma. Then we'll need to find out what happened that caused Jesse to trigger his emergency alert. He may be hurt."
"Or Brennan may have hit him again," Emma responded, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood.
Adam sighed, "I swear I'm going to lock those two in a room and just let them beat each other until they finally decide to talk."
Emma laughed, "Then Eckhart wouldn't have to worry about them interfering anymore."
The two fell into silence again, and Emma leaned back, shutting her eyes.
It came quickly to her, the feeling. It started out that way, a strong wanting, that she found she wasn't able to push away. Instead she seemed to be pulled towards it. It pulled her to the source, to the mind. It was an awful place, dark, uncaring, calculating. She was standing in a lab. She could see a bed table, a sink and cabinets. A man stood in the center of the room. He wore a suit, and he was covered in shadows so thick Emma couldn't make out any features, except his eyes. Two glowing oval orbs that seemed to be focused on Emma, but it was like he was looking right through her. She followed his gaze to the wall behind her where a window made up the wall.
It wasn't like any other window that Emma knew; it looked normal, but there was a feel to it that Emma found foreign, and it scared her. What scared her more was the view. The window showed Shal in the center of a circle of agents, clearly enjoying herself, while Brennan did his best to keep the agents from taking the advantage. That wasn't the problem.
What was scaring Emma, was that the window now showed a motionless Jesse, and the feeling of want and greed blazed. It was so strong that it made Emma scream, a soundless action that some how attracted the shadow man. He turned to her and, it seemed to Emma, started pushing air. Only the air pushed against her and forced her back, and out of the room.
She snapped up so quickly in her seat that Adam was again, startled. Her heart was racing, her palms were sweaty, and she had gone two shades paler.
"Emma, what's wrong?" Adam asked anxiously.
"We have to get there now," she said, eyes unfocused.
"We're almost there, just three more minutes," Adam said reassuringly.
"No Adam, you don't understand…they want Jesse...they have him…"
A/N: Sorry, this is really bad. I typed this way to fast and it's too choopy, pluse i made you wait and i don't have a lot to show for it. I'm sorry.