Moema sat in her make-shift office in Hestia – where she'd always done her Check-ups with the people before this turmoil. She'd been sitting there, covering her eyes when someone entered and walked right up to her desk. Looking up she was surprised to see Atlas and Frank… But something felt very off.
"Hey, Doc…" Said Frank and that was enough to caused Moema to become enraged. "You rat bastard!" she growled at Atlas. "This nonsense does not fool me!"
'Frank' looked to 'Atlas', confused and concerned, until 'Atlas' chuckled, "Nothin' gets past you, Ema."
She scoffed, "Choosing Atlas seems in poor tastes, Frank."
"It'll send Ryan through a loop or two!" Chuckles 'Atlas'. He stops when Moema scowls. "Ema… If we want to bring the war to Ryan, we need a front-man… An every-day man like Atlas was. As Frank, I didn't have the best rep…"
"Oh, I'm well aware." She nods.
Sighing, 'Atlas' sends 'Frank' away. Once he's gone, he moves around the desk to lean against the back wall, forcing Moema to turn in her swivel seat to face him. She crosses her legs and arms. "I'm sorry if what I've done seems insensitive to you, Ema… But I had to… Besides," he doesn't disguise a look at Moema's body, "This could work for both of us… In more than one way." Straightening, he ends up on his knees right in front of her. "I'm not Frank anymore, Ema…" his voice was beginning to lilt with an Irish Brogue. "I'm Atlas."
Moema got chills as Frank was able to sound just like Atlas! She doesn't move as he sets his hand on her knee to move it. Now that both her feet are on the floor, he slightly parts her legs and slides his hands upwards very slightly, earning a sharp intake of air from Moema.
"I'll need your help Doctor Suero…" he whispers, giving a boyish grin as Moema blushes darkly. His head leans down to place a gentle kiss to the inside of her left knee before doing the same to the right.
Her mind fought like a caged bird against the lustful snare as she nodded slowly. "… Okay." She whispers.
'Atlas' grinned and leaned up to steal a kiss, "I'll see you around, Doctor Suero." And he popped up to his feet and left.
Moema slowly blinked before realizing what had just happened… She picked up her pen cup and tossed it clear across the room in a fit before flopping back into her seat. With a groan, she covered her face and leaned onto her desk. She felt dirty.
A few Splicers had come into Hestia and began causing issues, drawing Moema from her work on a young boy who'd fallen and cut up his knee. She glanced out the window before rushing to gather her revolver and a shotgun. Heading down to the courtyard, she cocked her Shotgun, "You had best take your rabble and leave." She said darkly, drawing all attention towards her.
The Splicers, deformed and mad, turned towards her. "Oh, well look at Miss Tuffet…"
"I warned you once and that is all you get at this time." She growled before blowing off the face of the Splicer who spoke. She turned towards the second of five and blew off his face before any of them could move.
With that, the third lunged for Moema, who's shotgun only did two shots. She quickly struck the Splice with the butt of her gun, making it – she couldn't tell the gender of this one – stumble backwards. That gave her enough time to grip the barrel of the shotgun and swing as hard as she could at the Splicer. A sickening crack let Moema know that she'd broken the bastards jaw, while the spew of blood let her know that the Splicers teeth, unhinged, dug into the roof of their mouth.
The third Splicer fell to the ground and laid still as blood seeped out of their mouth. Dropping her shotgun, Moema pulled out her revolver and looked to the last two. She made no movements when she realized they held another young boy in their hands.
"Miss Tuffet kills the Spiders…" hissed the fourth Splicer as the fifth held the boy fast. "That's not how the tale goes."
"Miss Tuffet was a girl who knew little. I am not Miss Tuffet. I am a Doctor." Moema states viciously.
"No, you are Miss Tuffet…" Says the fourth.
The fifth nods, "We're here to frighten you away…"
"Who wants me gone?" pressed Moema.
"We do." Both state before a gunshot blasts through the fourth, leaving the fifth to turn to look towards 'Atlas' and his group. While the fifth was turned, Moema took her shot and sent a bullet straight through the fifth's ear.
"E'ry one alrigh'?" 'Atlas' calls, rushing to the boy to help him up and brush him off. The boy nods before rushing to his mother who hugs him tightly. Moema stares at 'Atlas' a moment before picking up her discarded shotgun and beginning back up to her office. 'Atlas' rushes after her. "Y'alrigh' Doctor?"
"I'm fine, 'Atlas'." She states rather apathetically. He goes quiet and follows her into her office. She finishes working on the boy with the scraped knee and 'Atlas' shuts the door behind them, then locks it. "What are you doing?"
"I want some privacy." He says, still speaking like Atlas. His steps became struts as he closed the blinds.
Moema felt a sort of excitement and disgust with herself. "Frank-"
"Y'gotta call me Atlas, Moema. That's who I am now." He states, walking over to pull her to stand. Once she is stood, he pulls her flush against himself and leans down, capturing her lips. It takes Moema a moment before she begins returning the kiss. Between them, it becomes fervent and needy. 'Atlas' lifts her up to sit her upon the desk, placing himself between her knees, hiking up her skirt. His hands dance around the bare flesh they can find – rough fingers and palms on soft untouched flesh.
A sigh escaped Moema as her eyes fluttered shut.
BANG! BANG! BANG! "Fontaine's dead!"
The two retracted from one another, panting and flushed. Moema stood on shaky legs and pushed her skirt down to unlock and open the door, "What?!"
The man looked at Moema and figured her to be angry. "I'm sorry… Ryan's Security shot him down at the Fisheries."
Moema's eyes glance around in thought as she felt a twinge of sadness. Though, she wasn't sure if it was because of the poor fool who wore Fontaine's face, or the idea that part of Frank died today… "I see. Thank you." And she shut the door. She moved to her dresser, since she stayed in her office, and pulled out a shawl to throw over her head. "I'm going."
'Atlas' scoffed in objection, "Are yuh sure that's wise?"
She gave him a serious look, "I owe 'Frank'… Now, don't I?" Without much else being said, she left. 'Atlas' growled, but stood and followed after her, snatching the hat away from one of the men who found it funny. "You're coming with me?"
"Just in case." He nodded.
The two were part of a small crowd as some of the Security laid out the dead. Sullivan, who looked quite unhinged, glanced out towards the crowd for an inexplicable reason and locked eyes with Moema, who glared at him. In his unhinged state, the odd glow from the lights and the red shawl covering her head scared him. He felt as though his crimes against the people was catching up with him. Surely Moema was a ghost! That turret he set up killed her… He then looked to the man beside her and saw Atlas. He'd seen that man's dead body! Never said a thing about it to anyone, but he knew Atlas and his wife and son were dead… But there they stood. All he needed now were Fontaine and Culpeper's ghosts to step forth.
His skin quivered in fear and he felt nauseous as he stumbled back. He bumped into some of his men who happened to be carrying Fontaine's body. They dropped it when he knocked into them, causing a reaction to happen in 'Fontaine's body, making his eyes snap open to stare listlessly at Sullivan. That was it. His mind snapped and he gave a scream before rushing off.
Moema and 'Atlas' shared a glance. "That was strange." 'Atlas' nodded to Moema.