He paced back and forth in his room. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, knowing that Tara was in the hands of a relentless murderer. He racked his brain for any kind of solution, any plan. But he didn't even know where she had been taken.
He had to figure that out first. Alek moved to his desk, scanning every piece of weaponry and equipment. His eyes fell on a small box. It could fit in his palm, round with a latched top. It was only about two inches tall, an inch deep. It wasn't very heavy despite the authentic silver rim and latches.
The box itself was a navy blue velvet. It looked like it should hold jewelery. He picked it up gently, carefully undoing the latch.
He found a bullet, colored stones, glass from a broken window, and a few other trinkets. His eyes landed on the silver ожерелье with the crescent moon charm. He set the box down and pulled the ожерелье out. He fingered it affectionately.
“Tara,” he murmured.
He clasped the ожерелье around his neck, hiding it under his куртка and t-shirt. He was determined to find her now еще than ever. He looked through the trinkets, memories of things she had told him running through his mind.
He picked up the last one, some kind of small chip. He though it was a memory card. He slipped it into his laptop. But he needed a code. He tried several, none of which were correct. He sighed heavily. He only knew one person who knew Tara well enough to unlock it. He just hoped he would help him.
Devin rapped lightly on the door. She heard the chain slide, the lock move, and the knob turn. Becca opened the door and let the Энджел in.
“Hello Devin.”
“Hello little bird.”
“What is the reason for your visit this time?”
“I just wanted to check on you. Since we last spoke, Ты have become more....determined. еще powerful. And vulnerable. How much longer?”
“Only a день at most.”
“You will need me then, yes?”
“Yes, Devin.”
The Энджел nodded, looking around.
“Have Ты talked to Dusk recently?”
“Few минуты ago.”
“How does he feel about all this?”
“He disagrees with my approach. But he knows me too well to argue.”
“Indeed.”
Becca perched on the window sill, looking at the below below.
“I finally understand, Devin.”
“What?”
“I understand the training and preparation I went through. I was being prepared for this.”
Becca looked back to Devin. The two stared at each other for long moments. Devin moved to sit with her.
“Becca, we both knew long before the team was in place what would happen.”
Becca nodded a bit.
“We knew the sacrifices,” Devin continued. “You accepted it without hesitation, and I along with you. Everything that has happened is because of this. But we both knew.”
“But know I see the full sacrifice, Devin. And I wish it were not this way.”
Devin brought Becca to her, hands holding her in a comforting way.
“I wish the same. And yet, nothing can be done. It is happening and this will be our greatest sacrifice.”
He had to figure that out first. Alek moved to his desk, scanning every piece of weaponry and equipment. His eyes fell on a small box. It could fit in his palm, round with a latched top. It was only about two inches tall, an inch deep. It wasn't very heavy despite the authentic silver rim and latches.
The box itself was a navy blue velvet. It looked like it should hold jewelery. He picked it up gently, carefully undoing the latch.
He found a bullet, colored stones, glass from a broken window, and a few other trinkets. His eyes landed on the silver ожерелье with the crescent moon charm. He set the box down and pulled the ожерелье out. He fingered it affectionately.
“Tara,” he murmured.
He clasped the ожерелье around his neck, hiding it under his куртка and t-shirt. He was determined to find her now еще than ever. He looked through the trinkets, memories of things she had told him running through his mind.
He picked up the last one, some kind of small chip. He though it was a memory card. He slipped it into his laptop. But he needed a code. He tried several, none of which were correct. He sighed heavily. He only knew one person who knew Tara well enough to unlock it. He just hoped he would help him.
Devin rapped lightly on the door. She heard the chain slide, the lock move, and the knob turn. Becca opened the door and let the Энджел in.
“Hello Devin.”
“Hello little bird.”
“What is the reason for your visit this time?”
“I just wanted to check on you. Since we last spoke, Ты have become more....determined. еще powerful. And vulnerable. How much longer?”
“Only a день at most.”
“You will need me then, yes?”
“Yes, Devin.”
The Энджел nodded, looking around.
“Have Ты talked to Dusk recently?”
“Few минуты ago.”
“How does he feel about all this?”
“He disagrees with my approach. But he knows me too well to argue.”
“Indeed.”
Becca perched on the window sill, looking at the below below.
“I finally understand, Devin.”
“What?”
“I understand the training and preparation I went through. I was being prepared for this.”
Becca looked back to Devin. The two stared at each other for long moments. Devin moved to sit with her.
“Becca, we both knew long before the team was in place what would happen.”
Becca nodded a bit.
“We knew the sacrifices,” Devin continued. “You accepted it without hesitation, and I along with you. Everything that has happened is because of this. But we both knew.”
“But know I see the full sacrifice, Devin. And I wish it were not this way.”
Devin brought Becca to her, hands holding her in a comforting way.
“I wish the same. And yet, nothing can be done. It is happening and this will be our greatest sacrifice.”
"So you're just going to let him leave to D.C.?" Lexi stared at her older brother.
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy Ты idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then Ты obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but Ты don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes Ты think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming Главная или what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy Ты idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then Ты obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but Ты don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes Ты think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming Главная или what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"I'm trying to find a present for Holly, but have no idea—hey!"
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, падуб, holly, холли is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find падуб, holly, холли sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, Ты see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, падуб, holly, холли is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find падуб, holly, холли sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, Ты see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
Name: Shane Parker
Alias: Psio
Age:Er...15?
Powers: -Ability to locate someone mentally
-“Psychometry”–the ability to learn things about the past или future of an object by touching it
-Flight (WINGSSSSSS!!!!)
Past: Shane grew up being experimented on. But not by the School. His own parents. His parents worked under CADMUS, until one night the Schools "Erasers" Found Shane's parents and killed them. Since then, Shane traveled back to the past to try and take down CADMUS along with the School.