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Marcus groaned and narrowly managed to remain standing though he was leaning against the wall gasping for air. His eyes fixed on the director with such hatred, until the man spoke of a newscast. Then his attention was riveted to the screen on the wall. Treason? What could they possibly have found...and then it began to speak of him. Where had they found that girl? How did anyone know about those sales? None of it was wrong, he was guilty of all of it, but there should be no record anywhere of any of that. His father had buried it all in the deepest darkest ocean, or destroyed it altogether.
The director then spoke of poking the sleeping dog and his eyes returned to the man, "You expect me to believe this is all your doing? that you have this kind of power?" He shook his head and spat on the floor in his general direction. "You don't own me...you'll see...you will the one groveling at our feet once the Edwards' family allies come for you."
Meanwhile his father was coming to a very different conclusion. There was no escape now, and he had finally crossed the line his wife had often warned him about in the past. She'd always said he would come up against someone with more clout and better connections, but he'd never believed it. He looked at the walls of his cell and sighed. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life here, that was for sure. He reached into his mouth and wiggled a false tooth. It came free after a few tugs. He pulled a tiny pill from inside it and put it in his mouth and bit down on it. The strong neurotoxin spread quickly though his body, and before anyone knew it he was lying lifeless on the floor of his cell.
Mrs. Edwards was complaining about being detained, but once the gravity of the situation was explained to her,s he was content to be held in the safe house away from her husband's 'friends' and associates. She was well aware that their name was irrevocably compromised and that her husband was not going to emerge from this lily white as he was accustomed to doing. So, she was cooperating with the authorities in every way that she could, throwing her husband and son under every bus that came at them. Was she innocent? No, not in the least. She was part and parcel to everything that happened to protect the family, but she had not threatened the Director, and she had no intention of doing so. Unlike her husband and son, she was aware of when to back away from an enemy and let something go. This was that time. She was going to be given a new identity and any remaining assets of her husband's once it was all liquidated. She was totally content with that arrangement...totally.
Some time later the 'guards' delivered Marcus to the hospital. They lied, oh how they lied, but at least they made it sound like he'd put up a good fight. He was oddly grateful for that, since he didn't want them to think he'd just took this kind of beating without putting up a fight of any kind. He stiffened when the guard put the baton to his neck and fell to the ground.
Point was trying not to laugh. She knew that was completely inappropriate, but damn this was funny. She was smiling and nodding to the guards covering her failing attempt at concealing her laughter behind her hand. They left and she waved. Poking the comm button, "Hey doc...Mr. Moron is back...might wanna come help him."
Cassandra was in her room sending files to Doctor Sechen on Ray's amazing recovery. She wanted to know if he wished to see Ray before she sent him home, or if the detailed information she was sending was enough for him. She'd do either and be glad to continue working with him. She also included that, ad asked if there were any other projects he was working on currently that she could collaborate with him or be of help furthering. She had just hit the send arrow when Point's voice came over the comm. Mr. Moron? OH, Marcus. She sighed and left her desk and saw Point standing over Marcus' twitching body. "What happened??"
Point was just watching him twitch, "Oh...Genius here decided it would be a wise course of action to attack the Director's secretary and then threaten the Director." Her eyes rolled as she looked at Cassandra, "So...how are we going to pick him up?"
Cassandra looked at Jen and the corner of her lips curled up for just a second before her professional face was plastered there again. "I can handle it," she said as she crouched down and slipped her arms under him. "Get a cot," she said as she used the implanted leg to stand with him in her arms. She laid him on the cot and then they pushed him into an empty bay. "Well Marcus, this was one of your more stupid moves." she said to his unconscious form. She stitched him up and wrapped his cracked ribs in a tight fitting brace. His left tibia was broken and after setting it she held it immobile with a a transparent boot. She figured he'd be unconscious for some time, so she began to clean up his secondary wounds when she noticed an odd substance on his hand. She frowned and scanned it with her eye and gasped. She put his hand in an airtight sealed glove and then left him. "Point....strap him in and keep an eye on him..."
Point nodded and gladly strapped him in ..tightly.
Cassandra tapped the tablet but then thought better of it and grabbed the phone. "I need to speak to the director. it is urgent." The secretary sighed but before she could give the standard message Cassandra spoke again. "This is a matter of life and death...for the Director. Put me through."
The director then spoke of poking the sleeping dog and his eyes returned to the man, "You expect me to believe this is all your doing? that you have this kind of power?" He shook his head and spat on the floor in his general direction. "You don't own me...you'll see...you will the one groveling at our feet once the Edwards' family allies come for you."
Meanwhile his father was coming to a very different conclusion. There was no escape now, and he had finally crossed the line his wife had often warned him about in the past. She'd always said he would come up against someone with more clout and better connections, but he'd never believed it. He looked at the walls of his cell and sighed. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life here, that was for sure. He reached into his mouth and wiggled a false tooth. It came free after a few tugs. He pulled a tiny pill from inside it and put it in his mouth and bit down on it. The strong neurotoxin spread quickly though his body, and before anyone knew it he was lying lifeless on the floor of his cell.
Mrs. Edwards was complaining about being detained, but once the gravity of the situation was explained to her,s he was content to be held in the safe house away from her husband's 'friends' and associates. She was well aware that their name was irrevocably compromised and that her husband was not going to emerge from this lily white as he was accustomed to doing. So, she was cooperating with the authorities in every way that she could, throwing her husband and son under every bus that came at them. Was she innocent? No, not in the least. She was part and parcel to everything that happened to protect the family, but she had not threatened the Director, and she had no intention of doing so. Unlike her husband and son, she was aware of when to back away from an enemy and let something go. This was that time. She was going to be given a new identity and any remaining assets of her husband's once it was all liquidated. She was totally content with that arrangement...totally.
Some time later the 'guards' delivered Marcus to the hospital. They lied, oh how they lied, but at least they made it sound like he'd put up a good fight. He was oddly grateful for that, since he didn't want them to think he'd just took this kind of beating without putting up a fight of any kind. He stiffened when the guard put the baton to his neck and fell to the ground.
Point was trying not to laugh. She knew that was completely inappropriate, but damn this was funny. She was smiling and nodding to the guards covering her failing attempt at concealing her laughter behind her hand. They left and she waved. Poking the comm button, "Hey doc...Mr. Moron is back...might wanna come help him."
Cassandra was in her room sending files to Doctor Sechen on Ray's amazing recovery. She wanted to know if he wished to see Ray before she sent him home, or if the detailed information she was sending was enough for him. She'd do either and be glad to continue working with him. She also included that, ad asked if there were any other projects he was working on currently that she could collaborate with him or be of help furthering. She had just hit the send arrow when Point's voice came over the comm. Mr. Moron? OH, Marcus. She sighed and left her desk and saw Point standing over Marcus' twitching body. "What happened??"
Point was just watching him twitch, "Oh...Genius here decided it would be a wise course of action to attack the Director's secretary and then threaten the Director." Her eyes rolled as she looked at Cassandra, "So...how are we going to pick him up?"
Cassandra looked at Jen and the corner of her lips curled up for just a second before her professional face was plastered there again. "I can handle it," she said as she crouched down and slipped her arms under him. "Get a cot," she said as she used the implanted leg to stand with him in her arms. She laid him on the cot and then they pushed him into an empty bay. "Well Marcus, this was one of your more stupid moves." she said to his unconscious form. She stitched him up and wrapped his cracked ribs in a tight fitting brace. His left tibia was broken and after setting it she held it immobile with a a transparent boot. She figured he'd be unconscious for some time, so she began to clean up his secondary wounds when she noticed an odd substance on his hand. She frowned and scanned it with her eye and gasped. She put his hand in an airtight sealed glove and then left him. "Point....strap him in and keep an eye on him..."
Point nodded and gladly strapped him in ..tightly.
Cassandra tapped the tablet but then thought better of it and grabbed the phone. "I need to speak to the director. it is urgent." The secretary sighed but before she could give the standard message Cassandra spoke again. "This is a matter of life and death...for the Director. Put me through."