She opened her eyes slightly. The room was dark. The table she lay on was cold to the touch. One light way off in the corner of the room was all she could see. "Let's see what this one can do" came from a voice behind her. Someone came up from behind and stuck her with a needle. A burning sensation ran up her arm. She couldn't move. The light flashed. Glass shattered from the breaking bulb. There was a blue light coming from where the light bulb was. The blue became a haze. It ran from one wall across to her face. She felt full of anger. "Why are they doing this to me?" The light became brighter, almost white in color. In an instant the light streamed behind her. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room.
Emily opened her eyes so see Will sitting next to her. His arm wrapped around her. "You ok?" He asked.
She pulled away from him slightly. "She just killed someone." Emily gazed out the window. The smell of burning flesh still fresh in her nostrils. The smell became overwhelming. Suddenly she jumped up from the bed and grabbed the garbage can next to the night table. Unwillingly, the contents of her stomach were emptied. She felt embarrassed that he had been there to witness this. Giving up her stomach contents was not what she had wanted. She had wanted to figure out where the two missing teenagers were.
Emily turned away from Will. He was already up behind her. He wrapped the blanket around her. Gently he guided her back to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, still clutching the garbage can.
"She killed someone." Emily was in disbelief. Will removed the pail from her clench. He could feel how cold her fingers had gotten.
"You don't look so good." He said. He helped her lay down on the bed.
"I don't …" she started to say. She lay her head down on the pillow.
"You need to rest." Her eyes were sunken with grayish circles below them. Her face pale and empty of emotion. "How much sleep have you been getting?"
She didn't have the strength to answer. She closed her eyes and drifted into a quiet slumber.
Kate ran into Helen's office. "I got more info." Kate handed Helen a sheet of paper. Written upon this paper were coordinates. "This is where they are shipping 'em. At least this is what Squid was able to give me."
"Thank you." Helen stated taking the paper. She sat down at the computer monitors. She studied the writings on the paper. They looked familiar to her; 40 degrees 46 minutes north by 73 degrees 54 minutes west. She looked this up on her computer to verify what she was thinking. "Hmm." She said out loud when she read the location. La Guardia Airport, NY. "Guess we're headed to New York." She said under her breath.
Helen reached in her pocket for the walkie that she usually kept there. It was no longer located in her pocket. She walked back to the desk covered in papers. She had wanted to straighten it up earlier, but hadn't had the chance. Moving the papers around, she found the walkie talkie. "Will?" She called on it.
"Yea?" He answered.
"Would you please come to my office?" Helen sat in front of the papers. She sorted them and placed them in the correct folder while waiting for Will to arrive. Just about the time she finished sorting the papers, Will arrived at the door of her office.
"What's up?" He said as he sat in the chair opposite her.
"We have a lead on the teens. Kate was given coordinates of where they were supposed to be delivered." Helen showed him the paper.
Will looked at the numbers, not knowing where this was. He looked back at Helen. "Black market?" He asked.
"Looks that way. These are the coordinates for LAX." She told him. "Have you spoken with Emily again?"
"She's resting. She tried to find Sharina again. It wasn't good. I don't think she's slept much." He explained shifting in the chair. "I've been sitting with her while she sleeps. She's woken up several times already and it's only been a couple hours."
"We need to go to New York. We need Emily to see if she can find anything else out regarding their surroundings."
"I'll go talk to her." Will said standing up.
"And Will, I know it difficult to ask her, but it's too important not to."
"I know." He left the room, almost bumping into Sarah and Nikki.
"Helen?" Sarah questioned. "What's going on? Did you find them?" The pair walked into the room.
"We have a solid lead of where they might be moved to." Helen stood up from behind her desk. "It looks as though they are being moved to New York. We will be headed there shortly."
"You'll need me there." Sarah told her.
"I think it would be best if you stayed here with Nikki." Helen disapproved.
"Alright," Sarah looked at Nikki. "We'll stay here. You need to call me though, as soon as you have them."
"Of course I will."
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Will knocked on the door of Emily's room. He had hoped that she was still sleeping.
"It's open." Came a voice from behind the door.
Will opened the door to see Emily putting her shoes on. "What are you doing?" He questioned. "You need to rest longer."
"No. I'm done." Emily stood up. 'What's going on?"
"Magnus thinks she knows where the kids are being sent. We need to know if they're already on the plane or not." Emily walked through the open door, Will closed it behind her. "I know the last time was horrible, but do you think you can find them again?"
"Yep."
"Thanks." The two walked through the hall silently. Emily kept a step or more behind Will. She followed him to his office. "I think it would be better if we were alone. Sarah doesn't need to know about what Sharina did." They walked into the office and seated themselves.
It was now late in the evening; the buildings outside the sanctuary were lit. Emily took slow breaths and closed her eyes. Searching for a clue of where the two teenagers were.
The light in the room was bright. No longer stuck in a box, but she couldn't move nonetheless. Faces were blocked by the brightness of the lights. She looked around. Where was she? No sounds, not in the crate. One figure came across the room. There was a sharp pain in her arm. Another needle. The burning feeling had returned in her arm. "Hey, Kid." Said a voice. A hand smacked her in the face. She felt groggy. "Do something kid." The voice commanded. There was no response. She didn't want to do anything. It doesn't matter what they do. She wasn't going to make them happy. A faint sound could be heard. What was that? She listened more intently. A hum of some kind. She could see his face as he came at her. He held something in his hand. A box, what was it? "I said, do something kid!" The man sent an electrical shock through her body. The burning radiated from her side up through her torso, into her head. There was that hum again. What has that? The man came at her again, he was getting impatient. She thought about picking something up. Starring at the light switch the pain still running through her body, the light switch flicked off.
Emily opened her eyes. "They're hurting him. There was a hum. That's all I could hear. There were some people with Jacob. Think they gave him the same drug they gave Sharina." Emily shivered. "I don't want to look for Sharina." She looked down at her shoes. "But I will. I know it will help."
Once again, Emily bowed her head and breathed in slowly. Will watched her. Her coloring had turned pale, lips tinged purple. As she concentrated, he sat quietly waiting. What could she be seeing? Surely she wasn't seeing another murder in progress.
After a moment or two, Emily opened her eyes. "She's out. All I see is black. She's in pain. I think they hurt her." Emily stated emotionlessly. "This doesn't help." Emily sat quietly for a moment. "I have an idea. But you can't leave, promise you won't leave."
"I promise I'll stay right here with you." Will looked confused.
Chills ran up Emily's back. She shivered. Looking at Will she gently took his hands in hers. Her fingers cold and shaky. With nothing being said, she closed her eyes and lowered her head. Will accompanied her in this movement. He cleared his mind, relaxing as he had done before.
Walking through a dimly lit hallway, with a clipboard in hand, he looked through each small window before checking off a name. "Mr. Gyer?" A voice came from behind. He turned to find a younger man catching up behind him. "Dr Graves wants the list now."
Looking down at the papers on the clipboard, he pulled out the bottom sheet. "Here." Gyer shoved the paper at the young man, who turned and walked away. Gyer returned to the thought at hand. "What does this one do?" He contemplated? He walked to door 6 and peered in the window. Jacob lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Hands and feet bound. The room was empty and bright. "This one stays." Gyer walked to the door across the hall. Looking in that window he found a blond young teenager sitting at a desk. He was writing in a journal. 'Yep, he's fine." Gyer thought.
He continued down the hallway. He finally came to door 12. Looking through the darkened glass of the window he could see Sharina. She was still curled up on the mattress on the floor. The room was dark. A small smile crossed his face as he watched her rocking back and forth. "She's almost mine." He thought as the smile got larger. He was full of pride. He had concurred her will.
His stride became larger as he came to the end of the hallway. Pulling his keys out of his pocket he unlocked his office door. Flipping the light switch on, he entered the book filled room. Books were laying through out the room. Some were open, some closed. They were strewn about the room on the chair, desk and tables. He was happy that he had come this far with these abnormals. Positive he could break them all; he sat back in his chair and placed his feet upon his desk. He placed his hands behind his head and looked around his office. He was proud of what he was doing. He turned to look out the window behind him. Night had crossed the sky; the lights of buildings near him could be seen. Sirens could be heard outside then they faded off in the distance. He turned back to his desk. Leaning forward to finish filling out the papers on the clipboard, he picked up a pen. Sitting on his desk was one piece of unopened mail, address mostly viewable. It was addressed to Frank Gyer, 634 S Mill S…. the rest covered.