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"Thanks for that, but I was gonna blow that place sky high." The Bomb slurred through her swollen face.
"Actually, according to Neviah, you were going to blow the world sky-high." Adusia said, well Ziva drove the car in her wonderful way that made you think you're about to die any second. However, it didn't seem to bother anyone except Tony.
"Seriously? Huh. Well, I was pretty mad. But if I could just explode them, it would work soo much better." The Bomb said.
"Dear, really. That's not the best way to convince the world we're not terrorists." Adusia explained, wiping away the blood on her face with a wet cloth, her gloves managing to get in the way very little.
"Well, then... I don't know."
Adusia smiled fondly at her, finishing cleaning her face.
"It's very swollen." She pointed out as The Bomb tried to open her eyes fully.
"Yeah, they have good punches."
"Why would they do that to you? Its torture." Tony asked.
"They don't like me all that much, and I have information they wanted."
"But you're a human being."
The Bomb snorted. "I don't even have a name."
Tony stared at her. "You must have one." He said.
"No. People call me The Bomb. That's the closest thing I have to a name."
"Her name used to be Sarah." Adusia said quietly. "But Sarah died."
Ziva looked over her shoulder, causing the car to swerve. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"People say I can survive explosions. I can. But the girl I used to be, Sarah, she couldn't. She died with that man, in that car. I feel sorry for her, sometimes. Her last thought was how she was going to die... she was so scared. And then she felt herself being torn apart, and then... she was gone." The Bomb's eyes were staring blankly at the roof of the car.
"Sarah might have survived... but not after our mother died." Adusia said.
"'our' mother?" Ziva asked, turning again, and swerving again.
"Adusia is my sister." The Bomb said. "After Sarah's mother died, Sarah was gone, completely. And I am what's left."
It was kinda creeping Tony out how she was referring to herself in past tense, and also in third person.
"My sister needs to sleep. Can you speed up, Ziva?" Adusia asked.
Tony gulped nervously.
Line.
The Bomb's appearance set off another wave of anger.
'How could they do this?'
'Why would they do this?'
And then; 'We can't get caught. They must be overthrown.'
Tony sat in a corner, watching the people talking about what must be done, their outrage, pain, fear.
These people... so many of them had been running scared for a long time. From the police, something they called 'The Company', or even from themselves.
He saw groups that had naturally formed in the larger group. Some had matching tattoo's, obviously from before they came here. He wondered what that must of been like, living in a gang because no one else in the world understands you.
Some of the people were related. He saw three identical women. One could see the past, one saw the present, one saw the future.
An entire family that could all fly. If Tony was them, he would just fly away.
Some groups were together because they had the same power. The invisible ones all stayed around each other, the youngest seeming to have trouble staying visible.
What bothered his most was the number of children.
What bothered him more was how many children there were, without parents.
Ziva had said something about their parents having powers, and getting taken for it, or their parents kicking them out when their parents saw the powers, thinking their children were demons.
Ziva.
They said these powers seemed to have a genetic link. It made Tony wonder if her parents had powers. He had never met Ziva's mother; hadn't really heard that much about her. Ziva's father though... he could see hi having powers.
He remembered Ziva's father with a grimace. A nice man, he was not.
Ziva wasn't anything like her father.
Ziva was beautiful, and kind, and funny, and wasn't afraid to beat someone up if she had too. And she could.
Secretly, he had always thought, one day, he and Ziva would end up together. But now, watching her talking with the group, these Special people, he knew it would never happen. She was, literally, superhuman. And he was just a guy. Just a guy who had killed her boyfriend and partner.
A woman came and sat next to Tony.
"I can see emotions between people." She said as a way of greeting.
"And hello to you also." Tony said.
"You care for her, Anthony. You should say something." She said.
"How do you know my name?" Tony asked.
She smiled at him. "My name is Samantha. And you're ignoring my advice."
"Well, Samantha, sometimes it's pointless to tell people what you feel."
"That's not what you usually do, is it? You ask them out, they say yes," she looked him up and down. "Because you're quite hot, honestly. But I can see so many broken lines around you. They're left over emotion. Not real emotion. Not what you feel to her." Samantha looked pointedly towards Ziva. "And it all ended, so quickly." She tilted her head.
"One was real. It didn't end well?"
"Jeanne." Tony said. Closing his eyes.
"You cared for her... A lot. But you got quite mad at her... after. The break is jagged, meaning you wanted to stay with her, but couldn't. You grew from that." She said quietly.
"You're good at that." Tony said sadly, remembering Jeanne. "She was an assignment. Her father, he was an international arms dealer. I was to get close to her, to get close to her father."
"What every girl wants." Amanda said under her breath.
"She was such a wonderful person. Everything anyone could want. And I got close. To close. I loved her." He sighed. "But, since, you know, I lied about everything, even my name, it would have caused a bit of a problem. And, well, she didn't like it much when she found out. She went to Africa, and when she came back, she accused me of murdering her dad."
Samantha looked at him, smirking. "You have a dramatic story. You fit in." She said cheerfully.