[Hiarhu]: 631.Dominion (Pt 3)

Carter and David looked down and greeted the Crypt keeper. They had to look down because Dr. Masters was three feet tall. As long as you didn’t mention it you’d be fine.

“Evening Doc,” Said David, “solved our mystery already?”

Dr. Masters laughed, “We all know you do not want me to do that. If I did what would you do for fun?”

“What do you have?” Interrupted Carter.

“A cold.” He sniffed. “That’s about it.”

“Why not?”

“All we have to go on is a tripled helix hormone. We’re dealing with thousand year old texts, none of those words will ever show up. Even the most advanced books we have are written in code and I doubt they were that advanced.”

“Well..” David’s phone beeped cutting him off. “Yeah?” Midge was on the other line, “They’re squeaky captin.” “Damn, you sure?” “Uh, yeah.” “Alright thanks, send the info to our PDAs.” He hung up.

To Carter he said, “Midge says they’re clean.”

“So that means time to do an interview.” She turned to Masters. “Sorry to bother you sir, I was hoping that would take longer.”

“I can not help but notice that you seem to have no problems using phones. So why did you come all the way down here just to ask one question and then turn and leave?”

David laughed. “Well, it’s part of our process. We move around and we’ll find something.”

“Well, then you had better get moving kids. I hear they are already taking bets on what she is.”

They left the Crypt. On the way David pulled out his phone and called Peterson. “Better wake em up Peaty.” “Alright.” Peterson disconnected. David stared at his phone as he walked.

“What is it?”

“Peaty just did exactly as I asked him without one argument or smart ass remark.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” David seemed distracted. “They’re really loving this.”
“After your little speech in the stairwell don’t you even try to pretend your not.”
He laughed. “Come on. We get to explain your impatience to those kids.”


In the lab they were greeted by the eager, but silent, looks of the techs. David and Carter blinked at them. After they did not offer any information the techs returned to their work with disappointed looks. Dr. Peterson was standing over his patients checking their vitals. He looked up when they entered and reached for a syringe, “Time for their morning coffee?”
Neither agent laughed. “Yeah Peaty wake em up.”
“The boy first.” Corrected Carter.
“Right.”
Peterson injected the contents of the syringe into Marcus’ arm. It took only a few seconds for a nearby monitor to beep and Marcus to twitch. His eyelids fluttered. He groaned and raised a hand to his head. He tried to sit up but Peterson blocked him.
“Easy son, you’re coming off some sedatives give it a minute.”
At this he sat up before Peterson could stop him.
“S-sedatives? What the hell?” He franticly looked around the room. Catching sight of David and Carter he yelled an tried to get off the table. This time Peterson was more adept at stopping him. “You! Who the fuck are you two? Y-you kidnapped us! What the fuck!”
“Calm down kid, there’s no need to get bent out of shape.”
“Bent out of..” Wham. He caught Peterson with an upper cut an leapt off the table. David grabbed him and tossed him back on the table with a grunt. “You gave him to much stim Peaty!”
“Of course I didn’t you idiot. He’s mad because she kidnapped him.” He thrust his finger at Carter, who said “Marcus calm down…NOW.” Marcus looked as if he was trying to set her hair aflame with his gaze. He did, however, stay seated.
“Who, where, what, when, why and how the fuck?”
David stepped up, “We already told you Marcus, we are Agents Langly and Carter of the FBI. We were forced to forcibly take you into custody.
Marcus didn’t’ seem to be paying attention to the answers he had momentarily ago demanded. Instead he was looking franticly around the room, his eyes stopped on the unconscious Brittany.
“Brittany!” He jumped off the exam table yet again and shook her. “What the hell did you do to her?!”
“We gave her the same mild sedative we gave you so we could do our tests and patch you up.” Said Peterson, rubbing his chin and looking like he was regretting stitching up the boy.
Marcus felt the wound on his head, only now noticing it had been attended to.
David gave Carter a discreet look telling her to take her hand off her gun. She relaxed the grip she’s been hiding.
“Marcus, my name is David do you remember?”
“Uhh..I do now.” He muttered.
“That’s…good. Now, why don’t you come with me and we’ll answer each others questions?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t worry about your friend, this is a clinic. She’ll be fi..”
“Walk with him now or we’ll cuff and drag you.”
“’Liv!”
Marcus glared again. David walked over and took his arm, “Come on kid.” He allowed himself to be lead off but kept looking back at the sleeping girl.

As David led Marcus to the interrogation rooms, Carter said to Peterson. “Now, wake up the girl.”
Peterson injected Brittany with a different syringe of the stimulant. In almost a mirror performance of Marcus a few moments later her eyes fluttered and opened. She didn’t sit up slowly as Marcus had done however. Her eyes widened and she rocketed up, looking franticly around at Carter, Peterson and a nurse standing over here.
“Fuck!” She screamed. She Grabbed the nearest thing off the stand beside her, which just happened to be a bedpan. Brittany swung it as hard as she could and connected a solid hit on the side of Peterson’s head. “Damnit!” He exclaimed as he jumped back holding his head.
She leapt of the table and started running as fast as she could, not knowing where too or what from. “Miss!” Shouted the nurse, who grabbed Brittany and tried to hold her. In a moment however she yelped and jumped back, cradling her bitten hand. Brittany tried to keep running but she’s been slowed enough to allow Carter to get close. The Agent lashed her arm out. Unsuccessful at getting a grip on Brittany’s arm she was lucky enough to get a handful of her hair.
The second Brittany felt the tug on her hair she spun around and blindly punched, connecting with Carter’s shoulder. Carter didn’t say anything as she spun her catch around and held her arms tightly. Brittany continued to struggle violently.
“Brit chill!” Shouted a voice Brittany recognized. Twisting her head around Brittany saw Marcus and David both hurrying over to her.
“I got her Langley why aren’t you watching him?”
David blinked. “We came to help. Thought he might help calm her down.”
Brittany stopped struggling for a moment. “Marcus what the fuck are you doing?!”
“Easy girl, I think they’re trying to help.”
“They’re not cops you idiot run! Now!”
Marcus laughed, “I know that Babe, I’m not stupid.”
If Brittany looked angry before it was nothing compared with the look she gave Marcus now. “You sure about that? Cause I told you to never call me that!”
Lucky for Marcus Carter was still holding her arms tight or she might have hit him.
Peterson came up to her with a dark look in his eyes, and a syringe in his hand. “Listen to me miss, either you calm down and stop hitting me with things or I’ll have to put you back to sleep for a little while ok?” She kicked him in the knee.
“Arr.” He came at her with the syringe but David grabbed his arm. “Take it easy Peaty.”
“Hey you guys know that might calm her down?” Asked Marcus. They all looked at him. “Actually telling us what in the name of irony is going on?”



The news played on a large flat screen plasma television. It told the continuing story of the firefighters efforts to contain the blaze on Stockholm Street, as of now a third building was burning, a liquor store. Watching the chaos, sitting in a comfortable chair and eating an apple, was Darow. 
Sitting at a computer nearby was a young woman named Angela, she was researching lunar patterns for her boss.
“I’ve got something sir.” Darow pressed a button on his remote and the TV now showed Angela’s computer screen. A three dimensional model of the solar system was progressing. “It’s just like you thought sir, all Mercury and Venus are lining up with our moon. In a week all three will between us and the sun.”
“Which will result in an eclipse..” Muttered Darow to himself. “Where will it be?” He asked of Angela.
“Here.” She pressed a key and the image zoomed in onto earth and then onto the pacific ocean. She hit another key and a curving line was drawn from South America half way to Australia. “The alignment will last for six hours or so and the shadow will be almost exclusively over the ocean. It will be on land for no more than twenty seven minutes, here.” A small sliver of the line turned red over South America. “It will, however, only be over a remote section of the Andes.”
“Hmm..Will it..” Three small red dots sprang to life in the ocean. “…intersect any other land masses along the way?” “Three small uncharted islands, one of which has a nice tropical climate.” Perfect! Schedule my flight and invite anyone who’s free then.”
Smiling he stood up and went for a drink. Whiskey, he’d been craving it ever since Dante’s place.
They were set up in an apartment in a high-rise building downtown. Computers, TV’s and boxes were all over the rooms. They’d been here for only thirty six hours so not all the weapons were unpacked and ready for Dante’s convenience. He could get them if they were needed, but he preferred to have his eyes and ears operational first, as he said.
The door opened and Mickey stepped into the room carrying a bag and two cups of coffee. “Hey boss, got that vacation planned yet?” “Indeed Leroy, and welcome back. Safe journey?” “She didn’t say a word to me, ’cept to tell me to thank you again.”
“Morning Mickey,” said Angela. “That breakfast?” “Yep, egg, bagel, grease and a meat byproduct just the way you like it.” “Yum.” She took the bag he offered and fished out her meal. Reaching for the coffee she asked, “Triple sugar right?” “Of course, you think I want to die?” She laughed then took a large bit of her bagel. “All that stuff will kill you, you know that right?” Swallowing she answered. “Not a chance, this job will get me long before cholesterol.” Mickey shrugged and took out his own breakfast, a box of pop tarts.
“Mmm!” Exclaimed Angela, her mouth full. Mickey tossed her a pack without a word, then opened up his own.
Darow lounged against the wall drink in hand watching his two assistants with thinly veiled amusement. In fact he looked like he was trying, and failing, not to laugh. He shook his head then switched back the news in time to see them replay the video of the crack house exploding. As they cut to an aerial view from a helicopter Mickey’s eyes widened. “We’re in town less than two days and already the poor towns folk are having explosion problems.” He raised his eyebrow at Darow. “Boss..?”
Darow shrugged and took another drink. He drank whenever he wished, thanks to the fact that he could never get intoxicated.
Mickey chuckled, “You and your mass destruction…”
He shrugged again, “Angela when you are done I have a bit of fun for you.” She gulped down hot coffee, “Ohh, what is it?”
“Finish your food first, you’ll be too distracted once you know.” She furrowed her brow but knew better to argue, instead she began to eat at warp speed.
“Done, now what is it?” Darow rolled his eyes, “I need you to hack into the Agency’s files.” “Oh..” She sounded disappointed. “The CIA, can do boss.” “No not the CIA,” He smiled at her. “The other Agency.” She broke into a giant grin and practically dove at her computer.
“What do you need boss?”
“Get me any files on unusual activity in the last month, the report for the incident at the Home Town Supply store, and the file for every one they’ve dealt with under twenty five in the last six months.” “Consider it done.”
“With you I always do Angela.”