Chapter VI
Phoenix, Arizona
1:30 AM 4/19/2016
Holiday couldn't sleep. She was impending the awkwardness that would be the dinner party. She knew that Dean was just trying to get her and Six back to a friendly relationship, but it really wasn't doing much. And she wasn't entirely sure it was healthy for Rex to see Holiday and Six tense.
Holiday sat at the island in her kitchen with a cup of soothing tea and a handful of dark chocolate morsels. That normally put her to sleep, but it wasn't doing the trick. She considered going to bed and lying beside Dean until she fell asleep, but she didn't want to wake him. She wasn't sure what to do, and knew she'd need the sleep for the nightmare dinner party and the four autopsies she still had left.
"Come to bed," Calan said softly, and Holiday jumped. "Sorry for scaring you. But I can't sleep without you. So will you please come to bed?"
"I can't sleep, Dean. I'll be there in a minute," Holiday waved him off, assuming he would just go back.
But he didn't. And he wouldn't. Calan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach.
"You're gonna stay there like that until I come to bed, aren't you?" Holiday said after a minute. Calan nodded into her shoulder.
Holiday sighed and stood up, and let Calan lead her to their bedroom.
About 30 miles outside of Phoenix, Arizona
8:00 AM 4/19/2016
Six sat in the cafeteria, sharpening his katana. Normally he would do this at his place, but he currently had no place and was sleeping in the hanger. It didn't bother Six much.
What did bother Six was the fact that he was going to have an extremely uncomfortable dinner party. And what was worse, Rex was going to be there.
Six looked up to see he had bigger fish to fry. Holiday entered the cafeteria wearing a light grey pantsuit with a lavender shirt. Her hair was in a sleek ponytail. She looked more refined, more mature than she had in the past. Which surprised Six, because Holiday was the epitome of refinement and maturity.
"Six, I have another autopsy to do today, and it should be a little bit more than the two I did yesterday because it isn't as decomposed as the others. I should be able to get a definitive cause of death, as well as identifying some more agents in the toxin. Care to join me?" Holiday invited as she filled up a traveling coffee mug.
"Two sugars, three French Vanilla creamers," Six said randomly as Holiday moved to flavor her coffee.
"Come again?" Holiday asked, confused.
"It's how you take your coffee. Two sugars and three French Vanilla creamers," Six explained himself, trying to be stoic.
"Actually, I take my coffee these days with one sugar and four French Vanilla creamers," Holiday corrected him indignantly.
"It is Tuesday, April 19th, 2016. I am about to begin my autopsy on Ryleigh Franklin Howard, an EZomb. Original cause of death was unknown. Objective of the second autopsy is to find the active ingredient in the poison, and possibly find the cause of death. Observers include but are not limited to Agent Six and Amelia Reinheld," Holiday spoke into the tape recorder. "I will begin with the Y insiscion,"
Holiday cut open the corpse and began to inspect the body.
"This is odd. Just like the others. Some of the muscles and nerves are begging to rebuild. Almost like this toxin is restoring dead bodies," Holiday murmered.
"That's why the only EZombs are only a month to seven years deceased. They have to be only partially decayed," Amanda realized. "And all of these people are relatively fit. I'd be willing to guess they all stayed in good shape,"
"Are you implying that these people where murdered because they were the perfect EZomb specimen?" Six asked.
"Yes,"
A/N: Sorry this took so long! And sorry it's being weird! Expect the awkward dinner party in Chapter 7, which I almost have edited and ready to go.