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Chapter 18

“It’s four am, you sure you wanna be released now?”
73 looked at the agent walking next to her. He swallowed hard and looked away. “I wouldn’t spend a minute longer than I had to in this building James.” Her voice was dry and seemed to lack all emotion.
He opened the door for her and waited for her to get trough. She did, with out looking back.
For a moment 19 watched her back as she walked away, before closing the door. Felin appeared besides him then. “Her mental state…”
Felin snorted cutting him off, “She’s not mad, not yet— or any more than she was before.” He was silent a moment. “ After this I’ll give her a break. I’m sure she’ll weep if I try to take her gun off her though.”
“I think she might.”
Felin smiled, “You see son,” He began as the two disappeared down the hallway, “ Some people only know one way of life, and if you take that away from them, they’ll die”
“I know dad,” James replied, a thin smile curling his lips, “You’ve told me that before.”

Speeding trough a few red lights, speeding again, turning at a NO U TURN sign, speeding— breaking every second traffic rule— 73 finally got herself to the house.
26 must be getting lazy , she thought, noticing the lights were all out, and it was 5.10am.
Opening the door slowly she let herself in. She wasn’t sure what to expect. She had no idea what the men were like, and waking them up at 5 in the morning might not have been the best way to start.
She was walking, then flying, and suddenly her chin felt the full impact of the fall. She got up slowly, making sure her collision with table hadn’t broken any of her teeth and…1…2…3….4…5…
She tried to calm herself down, and started walking again. She’d barely taken three steps when she felt a shoe under her foot and then she… let’s just say had another accident. 73 swore rather generously, making sure she used all the languages she knew, and selected her word combinations carefully to make sure they were as offensive as possible.
ten seconds later 26 jumped out of the stairs and held a gun o her head.
“Took you bloody long enough.” 73 muttered bitterly, ignoring 26’s offered hand just out of spite.
26 stepped away putting her gun into her jacket, “how are you” She asked the muttering girl.
“Alive, only a few … injuries.” She said holding up her bandaged hand.
Heavy footsteps were followed by the appearance of the six men.
73 with some amusement, 73 noted McLean’s Pyjamas. “Nice Pyjamas.” She told him absently.
The man stared at her horrified.
73 scanned the room and sniffed, she wanted the owner of that shoe…
Sensing the tension, 26 skipped the formalities. “73, the band and their manager.” She introduced.
“Do we have to keep him alive too?”
“What?”
73 frowned, “Do we have orders too keep the manager alive as well?”
“I don’t think…”
“Then what is he doing here?”
Thomas was very pale for a moment, then 73 seemed to loose interest in him and dropped the subject, stalking up the stairs.

Kevin realized that he had broken into cold sweat. From the look on Aj’s face it was clear the same had happened to him.
The girls who came trough the window.
26 silently followed 73 up the stairs.
Thomas felt himself shiver. “God I don’t like that girl.” He muttered.
“ ”I though she was about to kill us.” Nick muttered, picking up the shoe he thought he had lost, “How did this get down here?”
“You threw it at Brian when he made fun of you last night.” Aj told him absently.
Thomas turned away, still shivering, he couldn’t forget the poison in those eyes.

“Do I thank you for not killing any of them , or are you planning to do so in the near future?”
73 looked at her with a straight face. “Felin had a long, long talk with me.” Then she laughed. It was short, soft and bitter laugh. For some reason it made 26’s blood run cold. “And you’d think 4 days in isolation would have been enough, heh?”
26 looked at the girl nervously. A few hours in isolation would have been enough to set the satinest of agents on edge, not to mention four days… She expected the girl in front of her to burst out into fits of uncontrollable madness. Instead she said, “What happened to your lip?” she asked pointing to the dark stains on the agents lips.
“I chewed on my lip in isolation.” She explained absently. “It gets pretty boring in there you know.”
26 swallowed and felt like chewing her own lip.
“Any new leads?”
“12 attempts made on their lives, most of them were safe, but one or two got real close.”
“Got any reports here?”
“In my room” 26 replied and went to get them.
73 looked around her room. Not much had changed since she’d left, save her table being a little messed up.
“These are for all the attempts made.” 26 said dropping the pile of files down onto her table. “and these,” She said pointing to another pile, “Are for all the dead agents.”
“I’m sorry.”
26 let it pass. “There’s a press conference we gotta get the band to in a few hours. Get ready.”
73 watched the other agent stalk away. Ignoring the files dumped onto her table, she headed for the shower. 73 hated the smell of the UNSI shampoo on her hair. A few minutes later she presented her self down stairs.
The men were already standing at the door. She glanced over them, “Good to see yo got them trained.” She muttered to 26.
“Call it fear, but hell it works.” 26 replied.
“Is it just me or do they all look like characters out of men in black.?” Nick muttered.
73 looked at his shoes. “This is navy.” She hissed at him evilly.
Absently, everyone looked at Nick’s shoes.
“What?” He demanded.
73 turned away. If only Felin hadn’t made her promise…

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