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Seven: Phantom

Jennie shrieked. Sam turned her head.

Cory was standing on top of one of the crates, in front and to the side of the two women. He wore normal jeans this time, with a cream polo neck. He had forgone the mask. His face was twisted cruelly, and Sam could not help but remember the threat he had made against her.

I am going to kill you, my dear. And then, then, when you die – so will she.

She pointed her gun right at his head.

"Oh, you won't shoot me will you?" He jumped down from the crate and walked over to her, stopping ten feet away. "No, I don't think you will."

"How can you be so sure?" She growled, cocking the gun.

"Well, if you kill me, Samantha, how will you ever find Kathleen?"

"I never gave you permission to call me that."

He grinned. "No, no you didn't. Then again, you didn't give me permission to kill you either, but that won't stop me, now will it?"

"Knowing your sick mind, I'm guessing it won't."

"Oh, my, getting rude now are we?"

"Forgive me for not being civil to the man who wants to murder me."

"Okay. You're forgiven. By the way – don't you look just lovely in that photo?"

"Why did you take it, Tanner?"

"To let you know that I was there. That I knew who you were. That I could harm you if I wished. To scare you. It worked."

There was a silence. Sam could hear Jennie's breathing tremble.

"Where is Kathleen?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He turned and walked away from her.

"Freeze!"

"No." He tossed the word over his shoulder disdainfully. He stopped and reached up over one of the crates. He pulled down a shotgun.

"Oh, my, God," Jennie breathed. Sam took a step forward.

"You won't shoot me with that."

"Oh? How can you be so sure?"

"You're too sick, and that's no fun."

"I'm offended that you hold such a low opinion of me, Samantha."

"Can you blame me?"

"No, I guess I can't." He chuckled.

"Where is Kathleen?"

"You just don't give up do you?" She remained silent. Cory shook his head at her, then walked backwards, beckoning for her to follow. Sam did, assuming that Jennie was following her.

She didn't hear the clicking of the other woman's heels as she rounded the corner, her gun dropped and forgotten.

Cory led her to a control panel on the wall. Sam had little patience at best, and it had all run out now.

"Just tell me where she is, Tanner!" She shouted, raising and cocking her gun. "Tell me which crate she is in!"

"Now why would you assume she was in a crate?"

Sam's heart fell as she looked at the control panel. It controlled the device that ran on tracks along the ceiling and moved around the crates. She looked up.

A blonde, gagged, tied-up woman was strapped to the hook on the device, hanging in the air, fifty feet from the concrete floor. Sam's violet eyes flashed as she turned to Cory.

"You b–"

He raised a finger to cut her off. "Now, now, let's not be rude. Now then, I will give you a fighting chance. You have two minutes to save her, starting," he peered at his watch. "Now."

"How?" Sam gasped. Cory just shrugged.

Sam whipped around, and saw a stack of crates that reached high into the air. Not high enough, but it was her only chance. She ran for it, putting everything she had into reaching those crates as fast as possible. Each one was about five feet high, which occupied her thoughts as she clambered over them, one by one, always another one, until she reached the top and looked out over the whole building.

She saw Kathleen dangling about three feet from where she stood. Sam reached out her hand to grab her, but could not quite reach. She looked at the hook. It was solidly attached to the ropes around Kathleen's waist. No chance of her slipping out.

Sam refused to think about how little time she had left.

She looked above the hook. It was attached to a thick metal cable, which in turn was attached to a kind of metal board. If she could jump and grab that cable, she could unlatch it, and she and Kathleen would fall. She looked down. She could see the rest of her team running towards her and Cory, but she only concentrated on something that was about eight feet below her. It was a crate that stuck out from the others. They would land on that. It would hurt, but they would live.

It only took Sam a few seconds to figure it out, and she braced herself for the jump, not thinking about what would happen if she was to miss her target. She was vaguely aware of her team closing in on Cory below her. Alex slammed into him at exactly the same moment that she leapt into the air.

She floated in the air. Cory fell, his head smacking into the control panel, pressing down one of the levers. Sam saw the metal board that the hook, cable and Kathleen were hanging from move away from her. She fell through the air, grasping into the nothingness.

She felt a feeling of dread spread though her. She was going to fall and she was going to hit the ground, and she was going to die. She moved in the air so her back was facing the ground. She did not want to watch it come nearer. She closed her eyes, blocking out Jennie's screams and the men's shouts.

Suddenly she felt an arm snake under her back, and another one moving under her knees. Her eyes flashed open and met neon green ones. His handsome face was staring devilishly down into hers. No! Not handsome! No! She metally slapped herself when she realized who it was. She recognized him as the man from the newspaper. The Phantom. It figured he would be here, the dick. She wriggled from his grasp, barely registering the fact that they were on the ground, and backed away.

His costume was all black, made of some sort of thick, synthetic fabric, and covered him from head to toe, clinging to his muscular figure. The gloves were white, as were the collar, belt, boots, and some sort of symbol on his chest. His hair was a striking, almost glowing white. His eyes, too, glowed, shining green in his pale face.

But Sam pretended she hadn't noticed any of it.

"Get out of here!" She shouted at him, furiously. "Get out! Stay out of police business! What's the matter with you?"

"You're welcome," he said with a grin, then backed away between the crates. She followed him, her anger and fear rising to the surface.

But he was gone. Faded into the shadows.

She cursed her disappointment, then she cursed him, then made her way back to her team. They had apprehended Cory, and Jennie ran to her, enveloping her in a crushing hug.

"Sam! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, apart from that bastard mauling me."

"Sam!" Jennie sounded shocked. "He saved you!"

"Whatever, he shouldn't have been here. This is government business and he was interfering. What gives him the right to–"

"But he saved your life, Sam! He caught you!"

"And how did he do that?"

"Well, I don't–"

"He's a freak, Jennie. He's bad news."

Jennie smiled.

"Maybe, but he is dreamy."

Sam silently agreed, but pushed down the sentiment and moaned.

"Oh God."

Kathleen was lowered to the ground, as some police and more agents swarmed the warehouse. Jake untied her, as Jennie took off her gag and blindfold.

Sam walked over, extending her hand. "Miss Allen? Samantha Manson."

"Oh my God," Kathleen breathed. "I recognize your voice. You're the woman I spoke to on the phone?"

"Yes."

Kathleen started crying. "Thank you," she grabbed Sam, hugging her fiercely. "Thank you so much."

"Just doing my job. I'm glad you're alright. There's just one thing I was wondering." Sam pulled out of the woman's arms. "Why did you call the FBI instead of the police - and how did you know our number?"

"My father made me memorize the FBI number years ago - he was a judge, you see. Always paranoid about criminals." She smiled fondly at his memory. "I called you because the police here are useless, and I thought you might actually be able to help me."

Keith leaned in to Sam. "If she called the main phone number it would be redirected to the first unoccupied line. I guess that was ours."

Sam nodded, smiling reassuringly at the shaking woman before her.

Unit 615 watched as Cory Tanner was shoved into a police van, cursing them – especially Sam.

"I'll get you for this Samantha Manson! I swear to God I'll get you!"

Sam repressed a shiver and smiled at the police officer who gave her a reassuring look.

"Don't worry ma'am, he won't escape this time."

She nodded curtly. "Good."

She walked over to the other five members of her team, who stood by Kathleen Allen as she gave the police a full report of her encounter.

"We did good, huh?" She said.

"We sure did," Alex said, punching her shoulder lightly. "You've got a serious hero complex there, jumping for that woman, Samantha."

"Sam."

"Sam." He repeated, somehow knowing that she was honoring him with the permission to use her nickname.

"Oh, well, we never really gave you a nice reception," Mick said. Sam turned to him as he reached out his hand.

"Samantha Manson, welcome to Unit 615."

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