ago.
“ I thought I told you to get lost and forget about your friend…the girl. ”
“ You did. I thought you would forgive me, however, seeing as I was coming with a guest of honor. I treated this man with the Psyker bots this morning. You see, he wanted to know where you all were so he could join your little club and that ’ s why I teamed up with Crimson to come here. ” Max had come up with that little lie on the spot and hoped Zarfa wouldn ’ t fail him.
“ Well, he is of no use to us yet… doctor. You see, we can sense him right now, but he can ’ t sense us. He would have been able to find us on his own once he had completed his last round. So if you think you ’ re helping by bringing fledglings that are still wet behind the ears, you ’ re not. Make this one your last, or we will. ”
“ I heard your voice from outside! Badger, right? ” Zarfa piped up.
“ Aww , how cute. The neonate heard his first words. Has he yet to speak any, though? I ’ ll admit this is impressive you selected a voice so easily, but you still aren ’ t past the most dangerous part. We all know it is the third round of injections that has the highest mortality rate. How about you come back here once you ’ ve shot in all five? Okay? Now, scram! ”
“ How about a deal? I ’ ll come back after the next four injections are done and join you? All I ask is that you let my doctor ’ s friend go, f air? ”
“ Ha! Fair? You don ’ t know what that woman is capable of , do you? Not surprising. Sorry, but I need her, or the information that she has anyhow. My offer is this, turn around, leave, and don ’ t suffer the pain of being beat to death by an angry mob. ”
“ Where is she? ” Max demanded.
“ Cute. She did mention a white knight coming to her aide; too bad it ’ s you. I ’ ll tell ya where she is and what I plan to do to her too… ”
* * * *
Surge and Zax weren ’ t too gentle as they threw her to the cold floor of the tiny back room. It couldn ’ t have been more than ten by eight feet. It had a single bare bulb dangling from the ceiling keeping the room barely lit. There was a chair placed over the top of a drainage grate sitting as the centerpiece of the room. The chair had leather straps for the hands and feet and a chain collar connecting to the ceiling and dangling down to the seat of the chair.
Surge kicked Crimson in the ribs to usher her to her feet; it worked. The pain prompted her to jump up from all fours to a standing position. She knew what they wanted. For her to sit in the chair. Screw that. Her eyes went wild, like a beast cornered. These two seasoned henchmen could see that she was still in control of herself despite her wild-eyed , crazy-looking mannerism.
Surge grasped at her wrist as fast as he could. He thought it would be as simple as pushing her down into the chair and overpowering her. She dodged backward as quickly as possible. His movement seemed like a geriatric trying to catch a fly. Before either he or Zax realized it, she was behind the chai r and had already thrown it at his head.
Her aim was true; the chair rebounded off of Surge ’ s head, dropping him like a sack of bricks. Zax still barely realized that a fight had even begun. He pulled his pistol and aimed it at Crimson. In the time it took for him to draw his weapon, she was already flying in his direction, swinging on the chain that connected to the ceiling, using the steel collar as a foothold to gain momentum and balance.
A s he raised his gun but before he could shoot, she had already closed the gap and was sending the toe of her white leather lace - up heel straight into his temple. He dropped to the ground in immense pain, his pistol sliding across the floor. He wasn ’ t unconscious like Surge was already.
He stumbled as quickly as he could to his feet, muttering profanities at Crimson. Before he could even launch an attack of his own, she had managed to get behind him and put him in a sleeper hold.
“ I thought I told you to get lost and forget about your friend…the girl. ”
“ You did. I thought you would forgive me, however, seeing as I was coming with a guest of honor. I treated this man with the Psyker bots this morning. You see, he wanted to know where you all were so he could join your little club and that ’ s why I teamed up with Crimson to come here. ” Max had come up with that little lie on the spot and hoped Zarfa wouldn ’ t fail him.
“ Well, he is of no use to us yet… doctor. You see, we can sense him right now, but he can ’ t sense us. He would have been able to find us on his own once he had completed his last round. So if you think you ’ re helping by bringing fledglings that are still wet behind the ears, you ’ re not. Make this one your last, or we will. ”
“ I heard your voice from outside! Badger, right? ” Zarfa piped up.
“ Aww , how cute. The neonate heard his first words. Has he yet to speak any, though? I ’ ll admit this is impressive you selected a voice so easily, but you still aren ’ t past the most dangerous part. We all know it is the third round of injections that has the highest mortality rate. How about you come back here once you ’ ve shot in all five? Okay? Now, scram! ”
“ How about a deal? I ’ ll come back after the next four injections are done and join you? All I ask is that you let my doctor ’ s friend go, f air? ”
“ Ha! Fair? You don ’ t know what that woman is capable of , do you? Not surprising. Sorry, but I need her, or the information that she has anyhow. My offer is this, turn around, leave, and don ’ t suffer the pain of being beat to death by an angry mob. ”
“ Where is she? ” Max demanded.
“ Cute. She did mention a white knight coming to her aide; too bad it ’ s you. I ’ ll tell ya where she is and what I plan to do to her too… ”
* * * *
Surge and Zax weren ’ t too gentle as they threw her to the cold floor of the tiny back room. It couldn ’ t have been more than ten by eight feet. It had a single bare bulb dangling from the ceiling keeping the room barely lit. There was a chair placed over the top of a drainage grate sitting as the centerpiece of the room. The chair had leather straps for the hands and feet and a chain collar connecting to the ceiling and dangling down to the seat of the chair.
Surge kicked Crimson in the ribs to usher her to her feet; it worked. The pain prompted her to jump up from all fours to a standing position. She knew what they wanted. For her to sit in the chair. Screw that. Her eyes went wild, like a beast cornered. These two seasoned henchmen could see that she was still in control of herself despite her wild-eyed , crazy-looking mannerism.
Surge grasped at her wrist as fast as he could. He thought it would be as simple as pushing her down into the chair and overpowering her. She dodged backward as quickly as possible. His movement seemed like a geriatric trying to catch a fly. Before either he or Zax realized it, she was behind the chai r and had already thrown it at his head.
Her aim was true; the chair rebounded off of Surge ’ s head, dropping him like a sack of bricks. Zax still barely realized that a fight had even begun. He pulled his pistol and aimed it at Crimson. In the time it took for him to draw his weapon, she was already flying in his direction, swinging on the chain that connected to the ceiling, using the steel collar as a foothold to gain momentum and balance.
A s he raised his gun but before he could shoot, she had already closed the gap and was sending the toe of her white leather lace - up heel straight into his temple. He dropped to the ground in immense pain, his pistol sliding across the floor. He wasn ’ t unconscious like Surge was already.
He stumbled as quickly as he could to his feet, muttering profanities at Crimson. Before he could even launch an attack of his own, she had managed to get behind him and put him in a sleeper hold.
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