"They're gonna find me!" Digger hadn't realized how scared Missy was until the whole goddamn motel started to lightly shake. "They're gonna find me!"
"Hey Mis – Missy!" It didn't help, he couldn't get through to her as she dropped her bag on the floor, totally oblivious with the fact that it was no longer in her hands, which she still held in front of her. She was shaking now along with the motel, and through the thin walls Digger could hear a couple of upset voices screaming something along the line of "earthquake!" "Missy!" The shaking ground made it hard to stay upright, as he rushed to the meta-human, who's powers was all but erupted. If he didn't act quickly she would end up tearing the motel apart. "MISSY!" She was so far gone in her own fear – still mumbling that "they would find her" – that she didn't even flinch when he placed a hand on her shoulder. Maybe he should slap her? That was what you did with hysterical women, right? But on the other hand: she mind set him flying out through the window if he hit her. But what else could he do? Cracks were starting to form in the wall and dust fell from the ceiling, somewhere some glass shattered – maybe the mirror in the bathroom.
He made a swift decision and raised his hand to let it meet her face with a loud "smack!" The shaking stopped abruptly: one second the motel was shaking like crazy, the next it was completely still; leaving Missys muffled subs the only noise in the room. "Don' destroy the freakin' motel," she blinked a couple of times before looking at him, almost like she was trying to focus on him from some dark place in her mind. "Let's just leave now – before people start askin' questions." He bend down to snatch her bag, which he threw at her, before taking her arm and more or less drag her with him out of the motel room.

The door hadn't even closed behind them before a symphony of "clicks" from weapons loading made both the meat-human and the bank robber look to the left, where they were met with at least two dozen armed men dressed in black. "Oh fuck." Boomerang's voice was low, but before he could pull out one of his weapons Missy's pale hand stopped him.

"Don't. They're not here for you."
"Then who' they…" His voice died as he realized who "they" where. "Damn, Dollface ye've managed to piss of the wron' people, eh?"

She didn't reply, too focus with a man dressed in black (seriously, why where all the bad guys always dressed in black?) who stepped out between the armed military men. "Misery," his voices sounded almost warm as he spread out his arms almost like he was expecting her to come running into a hug. "Or should I say: Experiment 14, you've been a very bad girl, you know. I've been looking everywhere for you." He made a tsk-tsk sound and slightly shook his head like a disappointed father disciplining his child. "But now here you are, ready to go with us peacefully, right?" He had a British accent – Digger hated British accents. Missy still didn't answer, which made frown. "That's too bad 'cus we're not about to let our weapon go. Do you have any idea how expensive you were to build? Millions, Misery. We grant you powers few can only dream of, and how do you thank us: you kill most of the doctors and some of our best men and flee! And now you refuse to obey me again." He fell silent all while looking at Missy until he shrugged. "Guess it's time to send in the Bender."
"No, not the Bender!" Missy voices was nothing more than a mere whisper, but even through the low words her fear was almost tangible. Which of course confused Digger, who got even more confused when one of the armed men left the group to go fetch something from the van.

At first Digger thought he had brought back a doll: a very pale, small and bold doll, but as he got a closer look he realized it was a boy. He couldn't have been more than ten and were so thin that Digger swore he could see the veins under the pale skin. Around the boy's neck where a collar, which light up blue when the British bastard spoke once more. "Experiment 28, if you would be so kind to…" He never finished his words before the boy, experiment 28, opened his eyes (which were the same electrified blue as Missy's) and looked straight at Missy who feel to the ground, screaming in pure agony.

"Hey! Hey stop that!" The British guy finally moved his gaze to Digger, almost like he had forgotten he was there, and nodded.

"Ah yes of course. Digger Harkness, or should I call you Captain Boomerang? So kind of you to take care of Experiment 14 – and for leading us straight to her." On the ground Missy was still screaming and squirming like she was experimenting the worst pain of her life.

"Stop t'at!" Diggers orders only made the British bastard smile.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. See experiment 14 needs to learn her lesson. But you can leave."
"W'at?"
"I have no grudge against you, so you can leave now."

"Lik' hell I can't!" Digger growled as he pulled a boomerang out of his jacket and sent it flying straight towards one of the armed men, who feel to the ground as the sharp weapon hit him. The British bastard looked almost disappointed at Digger before shrugging.
"If that's how you want it. Experiment 28." He nodded towards Digger, every trace of smile gone from his lips.

And then the pain hit Digger. It was more extreme than anything he had ever felt before: searing and red and everywhere. It was like someone was trying to scoop his brain's out with a dull spoon, no it felt like someone was stabbing his skull with needles, no it felt like someone was boiling his brain in his skull, no it felt – Digger couldn't describe the pain, he just knew it was more pain than he had ever felt before as he feel to the ground, roaring like an animal in pain.

And then he pain stopped, as quickly as it had hit him it vanished. He heard a loud yell, realized his eyes where closed and opened them to find the Bender scattered to pieces all over the parking lot. Missy was standing in front of him. Her legs were shaking and she was gasping for air, but she was fast to react when the first weapon was emptied in her directing. The bullet didn't hit her, neither did any of the other's as the soldiers started to empty their clips. Instead they hit a silver force field which had grown out of nothing and were now protecting her and Digger. " !" Her voices was shaking as much as her legs, and how she even managed to stand was a mystery to Digger, who felt so weak that he honestly didn't think he could stand ever again. But of course he could, he had to, and slowly he got to his feet, shaking and sweating and feeling like his head was about to split under a searing headache. "When I release the force field, you run." Like he could ever run again, but one look on Missy confirmed that she wouldn't be able to uphold the force field much longer: she was paler than usual, and a steady stream of blood was flowing from her nose down her chin and to the ground. "NOW!" She sent the force field flying towards the soldiers, who got hit with a force so big they all flew backwards. One of the vans got hit to, which sent it flying straight into the reception of the motel. "GO! GO! GO!" Digger didn't need a cheerleading squad cheering him on as he threw one of his exploding boomerangs straight to the other van, which exploded in an ear-piercing explosion and covered their escape from the motel parking lot down the street.
"THIS WAY!" He managed to pull Missy into a small ally seconds before the first police car cut the corner heading straight to the motel they had just fled.
They ran down the alley, painfully painting before Digger finally found a car. "Stay back!" He didn't even bother locking picking it, but smashed the window with one of his boomerangs, before jumping in to hotwire the car, which came to life with a roar just as Missy slammed the passenger door and buckled up.

There were no police cars to stop them as Digger headed out of town with a speed way over the allowed 35. The police was probably too busy scraping soldiers of the motel ground and finding out what had happened to even care he left the town with almost a hundred miles an hour.

"Ye better start talkin', Dollface!" Missy didn't answer, and as he looked at her he found her with her knees up to her breast and her hands around her knees, hiding her face. Despite she roaring of both the car and the wind through the windowless car her voice was loud and clear as she cried her heart out. Digger knew he could be heartless, but even he knew when to leave someone to cry, so that's what he did: driving the car, fleeing the city all while Missy was sobbing next to him, shoulder's shaking. He would get an explanation soon; he could wait until she was done crying.