A/N: Here is chapter two, I am desperately looking for a beta. Someone to feed ideas to and get feedback from. If you are interested, PLEASE let me know ASAP and I will respond. I must tell you that I wrote this on less than three hours sleep, so I don't know how good or how much sense it will make. This is kind of 'out there', even for a Pretender plot line, but I figured hey, it's Fanfiction! Let me know if you like this so far by reading and reviewing.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Pretender (sadly I'm not that awesome) and I probably don't own a lot of other stuff in this story. The only thing I do own will be my original characters and ideas.
CHAPTER TWO
The next few days seemed to go by quickly, business as usual for the Centre. The only difference was that this new player, Micah, was always somewhere around the building. When Miss Parker asked Lyle about him Lyle he hadn't given her anything that she hadn't already known. He had told her that Micah was a specialist they had brought in to help deal with a small problem that wasn't any of her concern. Then he received a call and promptly left.
About three days later Miss Parker was down in the tech room with Broots and Sydney when a young man brought an envelope to her. It was a plain white envelope with, M.P., written across it in black. She quickly opened it and found a small key along with two papers inside. One was a safety deposit box transfer of ownership form and the other was a plain white paper with, "I know something you don't", neatly written. The box was for a bank at the White River Estates.
"Do you think it's from Jarod?" asked Broots, looking at the note.
"Who else?" asked Miss Parker, looking the bank paper over.
It looked like the box had been her fathers.
"Why do you think Jarod is making contact now?" asked Sydney, looking at Miss Parker.
"Maybe he knows something about this Micah?" asked Broots, raising his brows at Sydney.
"Well I'm not going to find out sitting around here am I." said Miss Parker, standing up.
"I guess not." said Broots, as Miss Parker walked out of the office.
Miss Parker got her things and went to her car, hoping that she wouldn't run into Lyle or Raines and have to make up an excuse as to where she was headed. Luckily for her they still didn't seem to have much of an interest in her or Jarod. So she got to her car and left without so much as a sideways glance from anyone. At least that's what she thought.
As soon she got to the bank she asked to see the box, showing the key and the transfer paper to the teller. The teller let her in after a moment and Miss Parker carefully opened the box. Inside the box was a large, plain manila envelope which she opened, taking out a stack of papers that were held together by brads. To Miss Parker's extreme displeasure they were all the same, each printed with "NOT QUITE YET M.P.".
She clenched her jaw and ground her teeth while cursing Jarod's name. Miss Parker didn't even bother to put the things back before storming out of the little viewing area. People stared as she stomped through the bank, but she didn't care. She wanted to get to her car so she could scream. However that thought was put on hold when she saw the familiar face and suit leaning against her drivers door twenty feet away.
Miss Parker immediately halted in the parking lot and just stared at the young man who was now staring at her. He started walking towards her with a friendly smile on his face, but Miss Parker was nothing if not cautious and moved her hand to the hilt of her gun. Micah worked for the Centre and he had just blatantly followed her here.
"Whoa there, I'm not here to hurt you!" he said, putting his hands up, but still walking forward.
"What do you want?" asked Miss Parker, standing her ground.
"I just need to know what was in the box." said Micah, still keeping his hands up and stopping about five feet away.
"How do you know about the box?" asked Miss Parker.
"He knows a lot of things, but not as much as me." said a voice from behind Miss Parker.
Miss Parker quickly drew her gun and pointed it at the also familiar face of the young woman. This time her hair was pulled back into a long plait. She wore a short black mini v- neck dress with metallic gold/white belt and pants tucked into knee high black leather six inch stiletto heels with a thy length black trench. To her surprise, the young lady already a gun in hand, only it was pointed at Micah.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Miss Parker, turning to see that Micah had also pulled a gun on the young woman, but not taking her aim off of the lady.
"Miss Parker, you need to tell me what was in that box and then get in you car and go back to the Centre." said Micah.
"I don't know who you are but there wasn't anything in that god damned box!" said Miss Parker, still not moving.
"Don't lie to me!" said Micah, the gun in his hand moving slightly towards Miss Parker.
"I'm not lying and you said you weren't here to hurt me." said Miss Parker, glancing back at him.
"That's a funny one Micah." said the girl.
"Shut up Milla!" said Micah, quickly steadying the gun back on her.
"Who the hell are you? Milla? Is that your name?" asked Miss Parker.
"Yes, and you need to come with me to be safe." she said.
"Right, the girl that killed the techs wants me to go with her and the strange guy working for the Centre wants me to go with him." said Miss Parker, looking between the two.
"That's right, she killed the techs." said Micah.
"No, I didn't. Raines had them killed at your orders Micah. You would have done it yourself if you could have gotten here sooner." said Milla.
"That's not true, you killed them so you could steal Centre information!" said Micah.
"Sure, you keep telling yourself that. I'm sure it will make you less of a sociopath to blame me for everything." said Milla.
"Cut the bullshit Milla, I need to know what was in that box god damn it!" yelled Micah.
"I told you, there wasn't anything in the box. It was just papers that said, "Not quite yet M.P." said Miss Parker.
"What'd you do with my papers Milla?" asked Micah, starting to look angry.
"Like I said Micah, it's not quite time yet." said Milla.
"Wait, I'm M.P." said Miss Parker.
"Right, I know that." said Micah.
"Look, I'm really tiered of talking now, so we're just going to do this my way. Miss Parker, sorry but you don't get a choice here. You're coming with me and you'll be glad later." said Milla, suddenly pulling out another gun and pointing it at her.
"You wouldn't dare shoot her!" said Micah.
"You don't have the authorization to shoot either of us, but I don't work for anyone and I don't need authorization. That's also where you have me wrong Micah, I'd do a lot of things you used to think I wouldn't. " said Milla, quickly pulling both triggers.
Milla was right, Micah didn't shoot back, he just glared at her with hatred. Still, unlike both Miss Parker and Micah's guns, Milla's only had tranq darts in them. The darts hit Micah and Miss Parker and Micah stumbled around for a bit, muttering a few choice words that sounded like, "You bitch."
While in Miss Parker's case, as the dart was starting to take effect she saw a car pulling up behind Milla. Milla started to walk up, putting her guns away. It all looked like it was happening in slow motion as Miss Parker reached up to pull the dart out of her neck and tried to think of what to do.
Miss Parker had no intentions of going anywhere with this girl, killer or not, so she did the only thing she could think of and pulled the trigger on her own gun. There were the sound of screeching tiers, a very familiar male voice yelling, "No!", and then everything became fuzzy as her mother's blue eyes came into her line of sight. She looked down from the blue eyes to find red and black and white blurring together as she felt an arm go around her. She remembered laying down and people talking around her, a few loud slams, then a feeling of motion, then nothing. Just blackness and silence.
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