-Oxford - Saturday: Part 17-

Heth slammed his fist right into the side of one of the women's faces, normally he didn't touch their faces. That was part of their selling point but his anger was getting the worse of them and besides, it's not like she needed her teeth to do her job. He laughed as he reached down grabbing a handful of her hair, and if they want her to smile pretty, it didn't cost much to fix it. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, running a finger through her mouth and gums as if she was nothing more than a horse to be bought. Pleased that she wouldn't need and dental care he pulled her forward, allowing her the sort of limp walk. Until the chain around her ankle was pulled time and then he tugged again, as though he forgot she was chained to the floor. Growling he released her and kicked her until he heard the sound of her ribs breaking and he laughed. "Such a musical sound isn't it?" He looked down at her watching the sob like agreement as she nodded her head and he sneered at her in disgust. He lifted his leg to kick her again only for his phone to go off.

Moving towards the table he looked at the caller id, Snake. 'What does he want?' His finger hovers over the reject button the call before accepting it putting the phone to his ear. "What do you want, Snake"

"Spider, it's best to expect the police soon." His anger was slowly building up "Tell the boys to take Alice Patterson, need her to make her face look unrecognizable, Lady Kyoko needs to be moved." He said simply.

Heth ran a hand across the edge of the table, his eyes on the woman that laid on the floor as she holds herself trying not to make the single sound as if he would forget all about her. "The data needed?" He knew very damn well that no matter what they did to the double, it would be useless if they didn't have the right information about it.

"Crypted Files" He hated how the man just didn't seem to care.

"Then how can you possibly know?" He was doing everything he could to keep himself from screaming at the man on the phone as he stepped closer towards the woman kicking her once more he took a deep breath feeling the anger leaving him to the sound of the quiet whimpering echoed around him. "Centipede, you are heading home."

"What the Young Master does with the information is none of my business. The orders have been sent, your skills have been required. Make it happen." Then the line went dead and he threw the phone across the room, it bouncing off the woman chained on the wall, her eyes narrowed at him.

"Didn't like the news... master?"

Heth moved towards her before pausing a laughter echoing, they didn't know that she was dying. "Not anymore." He said moving away from her and throwing open the room. "Get the double, smash her face in, break her bones!" he grinned widen "and bring me Kyoko!" A dying woman still could be played with, sure he might not get the same enjoyment, but to take her from the young master who dared to treat him like this, to deny him what was rightful his? He could have her, once she was dead. Until then, he was going to enjoy her.

Ruto sat in one of the toss away cars that the Ankou had. His eyes on the little camera that was built in to give Kendi an idea of what was going on around him before turning away once more. Kuon had not been pleased with the answer, in the end, he could not risk Lory's Godson getting hurt, no more than he could risk Kyoko getting hurt. The truth he worried how the girl would react knowing that Juliena's son had been put into such a position that could have cost him his life. 'Besides the boy is still untrained' even with Kuu teaching the fact was he held back, had been holding back since he met the boy. As if to fearful of truly allowing himself to hurt someone.

"I'm getting tired of this kid, Sebastian." Ruto mentally sighed but Kendi went on, "He's escaped twice now in the last hour." He chuckled slightly "Kid gots some guts until it comes to really have to fight. Once he realizes that he backs down. Shame really."

"He doesn't desire to let the darkness consume him." He could understand that. It wasn't something you ever could truly get away from, either you accepted that part of yourself, or you let it destroy a part of who you were. Most people pushed it down and as long as nothing caused them to snap they were safe but history proved itself over and over again. That you can only push it so far down before you explode. The boy needed someone who could give him more reason to want to control that part of him and someone who would willingly accept that part of him. Until then, he doubted that the boy would move forward but he could always fall backward. Something Lory was bent on hell not to allow to happen. "Has he heard from Demon child?"

There was a silence "No, but apparently that friend of his stated that there was no sign of her based on camera and computer data." There was another pause, "He sent a video, a silver van heading north" North was towards the junkyard, the one place they figured she wouldn't be because of the traffic. His eyes narrowed as they kept focus straight ahead. He wasn't the only one here, the Ankou might not be able to act, but they could without question seek and he knew right now there were at least three other set of eyes besides his own. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath before opening them, opening just his right eye he stared off into the distance. He could stay like this for hours if need be, but there was a slight tapping on his side window. Slowly opening his other eye he looked towards the elderly woman who was standing there.

She looked like someone who should be in the station, overseeing the planes that came in and out. Though clearly in her late fifties perhaps even older she still carried herself in a way that made it clear that she was by no means a weak little old woman. He mentally sighed as he rolled down the window, "Welcome back Sebastian" she leaned in flicking his red hair, "Though it looks better when it was black." Her smile became more of a grin, "And we called him, Amri our little Sand Prince."

"That was another time, another life, Angi," he said looking away from her and back towards the runway.

"Yes, but not all of us..." she clicked her tongue against her teeth for a moment, "Well suppose it doesn't matter once we become what we are. Though you have to admit they were never very creative with your names until the end." She chuckled softly as she looked away from him. She leaned further into the window looking towards the camera "Hey 3rd Eye. Should let you know, I might be getting fired soon." She chuckled again as heard the groan on the other end of the line. Her eyes darted towards him, "That girl, who was with her when she went missing. She's here." Ruto's didn't turn to look at her, "so is her father. They will be boarding soon, to China."

"My mistress?"

"Not here." She said pulling away as she leaned against the car, "But seems that they have some cargo that is to be sent on a later flight." her eyes turned back towards the runway knowing that he would not really be looking at her at all. "Claims that their cousin will be joining them later on the main flight, a family member died." She crossed her arms over her chest, "Could be they'll be sending her that way, could be some other poor soul." The news itself wasn't good either way, but there rarely was any good news in cases like this.

Kendi, "What's the name?"

"They didn't give us one, says it's bad karma" she rolled her eyes, "very religious they claim, the dead are to be honored. As if the dead give a damn." It was true, at least in their minds. They were in many ways, the walking dead. Having thrown their lives away in the process of becoming Ankou only to die many more. Karma bad or good is all based on the choices, and theirs was not a place to reply or reason the why. It was to do and die. It was an old worldview that really may no longer have a place in this world but no one was willing to give it up. It made life, easier somehow to know that those like themselves were nipping at those who would cause the world to fall further into the darkness.

Kendi, "Name on the coffin?"

Angi shrugged her shoulders slightly as she kept looking up into the darkening night, "None, just says Mianju, Female on the paper." she frowned slightly as she thought about it some more, slowly her eyes turning towards the edges of the runway. Two figures slowly walking through with at least two security guards on either side, escorting them to the small aircraft "but the bigger question is. Do we want to blow up the plane?" Ruto eyes turned only slightly to look at her and she sighed some, "So your masters are those sorts." She pulled away from the car as she moved towards her own her eyes looking into the open window of that one, "Do you really want them to get away? Knowing who they are, I doubt they would just let her disappear in the end." Her eyes darted back towards Ruto took a deep breath letting it out as he watched the figures in the distance.

Kendi, "You will need to make the choice. The only part the Ankou is going to play is clean up... only because you know as well as I do that the Crown will not want people to know the truth." There was a pause as Ruto leaned over starting the car engine.

"Ours is not to reason why..." Kendi chuckled as Angi gave a little shout of joy. Reaching through her own car window she pulled out the sniper rifle and threw it over the hood of the car as she jumped onto the trunk in no way a normal elderly woman would be able to do so easily she leaned into the scope as Ruto kept talking, "Ours is but to do and die"

Angi and Kendi's voices echoed together along with his "and thus immortality becomes ours" she pulled the trigger having aimed at the gas tank, the explosion echoing around as she took aim at the other gas tank and shot again. She leaned back on the hood of her car as Ruto drove right through the fence pulling out the little walkie-talkie from her pocket she radio into command tower. "Come in Command Tower."

She listened as the panic in a man's voice echoed "What's going on out there Angi?"

Angi wanted to laugh slightly that she was about to be a dead woman but well she should do her job properly before Angi died. "We have a 10-80 on the runway." She said looking up at the sky as the clouds shifted she could hear the man on the radio cursing stating no shit. As if she couldn't hear them he wasn't exactly turn off the switch, 'can't handle a little fire?' She thought to roll her eyes.

"10-9 Angi."

Angi crossed her legs as she laid there, "10-4, We have a 10-80 on the runway. I think you should be following procedure, there is a handbook for this you know." She barked out in laughter as the man on the other line began to curse and swear more demanding someone to get him the damn handbook. There was silence not that he was going to actually get to the real police at this point. No, the Ankou would answer, the Ankou would make this seem like some gas leak, some silly failure, no harm. The bullets will never be found.

"10-4, We are following the procedure as directed." then there was silence on her end. He had finally let the switch died, radio silence. The metal blinds will be coming down, no one would see what was going on. No one would be getting out of the airport any time soon. She rolled back onto her stomach, looking into the scope.

A/N: The codes are as follow; 10-4: Acknowledgement, 10-9: Repeat last transmission, 10-80: Explosion

Now I will admit I know very little about writing action scenes, so if anyone wants to throw a pointer my way, I'll take it like the little gem it really is. Also with that Turkey Day coming this week, there will only be one more update this week [and if not before Turkey Day, happy Turkey Day].