Control Room, Strahov
"How did she get the Engraving and the Map?" Karel asked, genuinely intrigued.
"It doesn't matter." Karel can be so ignorant sometime. "We have lost too many men trying to open that damn vault. Perhaps her special talents will help us get what we need." He watched the man depart the airlock. "The male will be coming this way soon. Make the preparations."
"I'll do it." She had been standing in the back, Eckhardt failed to notice her. He noticed her now, however, as she walked up to Karel and put her arm on his shoulder, leaning down and brushing his cheek with her lips. Eckhardt watched in sheer hatred, but he knew that he couldn't touch her as long as Karel was present.
"Perhaps Gunderson is better suited." He tried. She stood up, shaking her head.
"I failed to apprehend him in the Bio-Research Facility, and would like the opportunity to do so now."
Eckhardt wanted to wring her neck and rape her at the same time. How dare she talk back! But Karel nodded his head.
"That's fine. But Gunderson will go too; I don't want this intruder causing you any harm." Eckhardt stared in disbelief at Karel's words, reacting too late to prevent the whore from leaving the room.
"There's no danger she can destroy the last painting?" Karel distracted Eckhardt's violent thoughts.
"We won't allow her the opportunity. The fifth Obscura Painting is mine already. And then…" his diabolical laughter filled the room and into the hallway beyond where Gunderson joined the woman.
"Careful. I know who he is too." He advised her.
"Then why have you kept your mouth shut." She retorted, her rhetorical question ending the conversation as she withdrew her desert eagle.
He walked out of the airlock cautiously, knowing full well the dangers that lurked within the shady corridors of the Strahov. I hope to God there are no more crazies running around. Still, he defiantly rested his hand at his side, counting on his reflexes to guide it to his Boran X if the situation required it.
He walked down the eerily empty halls of the Strahov. He was thankful that there were no guards initially, but as he walked down the labyrinth-like, tiled corridors he found himself wishing for an enemy so that he could use the corpse as a marker. The sickly green and white tiles were no where near as glamorous as those found in the biodome, but even the lack of gore and grime that graced the walls of the sanitarium has at least degraded the sanitarium so much he was not moved by it; here he could have sworn he walked in circles around a modern hospital or poorly decorated office building. Lacks a woman's touch.
Finally, after what seemed like an extraordinary amount of time, he came upon the door that, if the engraving and map of the Strahov were correct, should put him on a direct path to Eckhardt's lab, and the final shard.
He was about to throw the door open with his telekinesis when he thought better of it. No need to face whatever's behind that door unprepared. I guess I'm a little hesitant to trust her, too. He rapidly threw a glance over his shoulder to make sure he was alone before thrusting his vision forward, guided by his farsight abilities. He saw nothing behind the door except a much darker corridor, and so, satisfied, he instructed his vision to return to him. It was only after it approached his body that, when seeing his determined and distracted form, he noticed the dark figures rushing towards his body from down the corridor.
His vision snapped back, and as he braced himself from the impact he also managed to turn to approach the figures and reach for his gun.
The click of a safety clicking off from the other end of the Desert Eagle barrel which squared between his eyes froze his actions.
He looked beyond the gun to the half smiling form of a fair-haired woman, her light brown hair wavy and collected over one shoulder, long, side swept fringe drawing attention to her steely gray eyes, which sat atop a slender nose and full lips that seemed vaguely familiar as they curled into a half smile.
He probably could have taken her, wrestled the gun from her hand and pointed his own at her before she could recover, but the Agency guards that stood behind her, their Mag Vegas also pointed at him, discouraged him.
He returned his gaze to the woman, who seemed to mouth something to him before he felt the sharp contact of the cool metal against the side of his face, and darkness surrounded him.
A/N: wow, its been a while, hasn't it? well, i havent given up on this fic (although sometimes i wonder...) and should have another chapter up soon (hopefully things will get more involved!)
i promise i'll try to update more frequently!
as always, reviews, both good and bad, welcome and wanted!
thanks!
