26 glanced at the three civilians gathered around the television. “I’m okay. A little dizzy from the blood loss, but I’ll survive till they leave.”
73 frowned, “You should have let me handle them.”
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough for them? I mean they were all still injured.” 26 pointed out .
73 shook her head. “It’s not the same.” She muttered, absently testing the edge of one of the kitchen knives along her tum.
“73.”
73 snapped out of her trance.
“Please stop that, it’s very disturbing.”
“Oh. I didn’t notice.” She put the knife back and walked out of the kitchen. “Who’s winning ?”
Emily and Rebecca looked up at her with defeat plastered all over their expressions.
“Who do you think is winning Yaz?” Emily snapped.
73 shrugged, “I had hope. Come on shove it people. Let me kick Jess’s arse please.”
“Sure you will Yaz.” Rebecca said, though she moved and handed 73 her handle.
Moments later 26 came out of the kitchen. She wore a grim expression, “Yaz. You burnt it.”
73 didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m sorry. You wanna call for a pizza instead? I’ll pay.” She offered.
“I already have.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Careful Yaz you might pull a muscle saying words like that.” Emily mocked. 73 turned her eyes towards her and quiet suddenly she sobered.
“How exactly did you burn food in the microwave Yaz.” Rebecca asked curiously.
“I dunno just shoved the food in there and pressed a hell of a lot of buttons. One of them should have been the right one.” 73 answered signing regretfully. “How many pizzas did you order?”
“Five.”
“ I think I’m gonna go broke very soon.”
26 smiled, “I believe that was the idea.”
The doorbell rang, sending the high pitched melody trough the room. “That was quick, usually they take their time.” 73 said getting up. She glanced over the civilians at 26 with a questioning eye. They both knew that it was impossible for the pizza to arrive that quickly. “They must be trying exceptionally hard to impress their customers.”
Moving to the door, 73 reached for her wallet, and opened the door.In front of her stood seven men, all looking unnaturally out of place. She stood with her hand still in her pocket calculating them. There was no way to handle them with out alerting the civilians around them. “Can I help you?” She asked as sweetly as she could manage.
A flicker of uncertainty, followed, but the men recovered quickly, “We would like to see miss Erin—”
“Yes can I help you?” 26 said suddenly appearing behind 73. Much to her dismay Rebecca Jess and Emily had also followed 26 to see what was holding up their pizzas.
The men looked over the girls and seemed to nod at each other. The trick was too easy to detect for the men to be agents, so 37 assumed that they were of some lower agency.
“I’m afraid we have to take you ladies into custody.” ( ok I know that this part is a little ragged , so just go along with it.)
“And on what charges?” 37 asked innocently.
“Murder.” One of the men replied. Though it was clear that he was feeling mocked. They all coloured as 26 and the civilians began to giggle.
“Murder of whom?” 26 asked still not under control.
“Jonathon Rein.” Replied a smaller man whom 26 recognised with venom. Detective Hanks was famous all over the Australian SI for his lack of co-operation with the SI. She envied 73 her unfaltering innocent expression.
At that point Heins seemed to have lost his patience. With a small dip of his head all the men pulled out their guns.
Emily stared at them wide eyed, “Okay now I’m sure that this is illegal.”
“Just shut up and move.” The man closest to the door ordered.
With out hesitation, 73 knocked the man’s gun out of his hand and slammed the door shut as hard as she could, only to see it bounce off the man’s foot. He gave a small cry of pain then wasted no time in grabbing 73’ neck ,pulling out another gun and pushing it into her ribs. Jess and Emily chocked.
“Please put her down, we’ll come with you.” Rebecca pleaded.
26 just glanced at her partner, and was about blow their cover when suddenly a thought seemed to occur to her. “Put her down damn it she’s going blue. We’ll come with you— and file a court order against you, as soon as this is over.
Heins smiled as though he knew that she wouldn’t.
The girls were led to a van, which looked like an out dated model of the SI’s vans. The man holding 73 still had the gun pointed firmly at her kidnies. His hand was bleeding from where 73's nails had accidentally scrated him and he wasn’t happy about the new structure of his foot either.
In the van Emily broke down and cried, Rebecca tried her best to calm the sobbing girl but it was useless. 26 was in too much pain to really think and 73 was being exceptionally careful not to move , in case the man decided to test out his gun on her.
The man holding 73 pushed his door open and jerked 73 out roughly. The others were allowed to exit themselves. 73 felt embarrassed and helpless. She didn’t like either situation. And she was worried. 26 seemed to be swaying. No one else had noticed, but it wouldn’t be long before she fell. They could endure pain, but any human would sooner or later collapse from a loss of blood.
A few meters away. On the far side of he warehouse, was a table, with seats set down on one side, and a group of men sitting nervously on the other side. There seemed to be a lot of security around and 73 understood why when she noticed who the men sitting behind the table were.
