~Four hours ago~
In the hanger bay of Hawk Haven, Will and Emily stood
together talking softly before he was to leave on patrol with the
others.
“You sure about this, sis?” he asked.
“Yeah. She said she’d talk if only I showed up,” Emily replied,
crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at the deck plating.
“I hope you know what your doing and I wish I could go with
you,” Will said, glancing at the other ‘Hawks that were gathering by
the Maraj.
Emily nodded then looked up at her brother. “It’s taken
weeks and an epidemic that ended in the death of hundreds to get her to
finally
answer my calls. I’m not about to throw this chance away. If I showed
up with
anyone else, she’d think I was betraying her again. Once was too much
already.”
“I know, sis, I know.” He reached out and gave her a hug.
“I’m a thought away if anything happens. We’ll be there before you know
it the
way the Cowboy flies.”
Emily chuckled and shook her head. “Definantly. You better
get going little brother. Looks like silver britches is getting
impatient,” she
threw a glance in Quicksilver’s direction.
He chuckled and shook his head also. “You’re bad,” with that
he turned and headed over to the others, looking over his shoulder at
her once
more. “If you need anything, just yell.”
She smiled and headed to the lift. She had a few things she
needed to take care of before she headed to Fense and the designated
meeting
spot.
~Now~
Emily screamed in pain, mentally as well as vocally as the
clawed hand of Mon*Star slashed downwards across her back, ripping her
shirt
and the skin beneath it. She fought to get away but was being firmly
held
secure by the Mob strongman, Mumbo Jumbo. The bull-like robot was
snorting and
laughing at her struggles. Without her armor, she was only a little
stronger
then an average weightlifter of her size. Another scream was torn from
her as
Mon*Star once more slashed his claws across her back, leaving bloody
furrows in
his wake.
He was about to make another pass when an enraged primal
scream ripped though the room as Zan barreled into the Planet Master,
slamming
him to the ground. Before he had a chance to recover, Yessman was
thrown into
him full force.
Mumbo Jumbo dropped the struggling woman to the ground so
that he could take care of the other one that was attacking. She was
like
liquid silver, slipping though his grasp only to slam him with powerful
attacks
that rivaled those he had received at the hands of the twin
SilverHawks. He
bellowed in pain and rage, dropping to all fours and pumping himself up
to
nearly twice his size.
Through her pained haze, Emily watched in shock and surprise
as Zan fought like a wild pain maddened creature any that tried to get
her. The
remains of BuzzSaw was already scattered around the place.
At the same time, across the distance of space, Will let out
a grunted yell as he felt the echoed pain of his sister. It felt like
lines of
fire were being ripped across his back.
“Hang in there big guy, we’re almost there.” Bluegrass
muttered as he pushed the Maraj’s engines to the max, the safeties were
past
the red line already.
Will didn’t respond other then to grunt again, grinding his
teeth together as once more fire ripped though his back. ‘Hang on Sis!
We’re
coming…. Please hang on,’ he thought but knew she was too distracted
and pained
to hear him clearly.
The sudden shock and surprise echoed though the bond,
causing Will to gasp. “Shit!” he muttered.
“What? Will, what’s happening?” Jon asked in concern. He
knew he should never have let Emily go met Phantom alone. No matter
what was
said.
“She’s attacking them….” Will gasped out.
“Who’s attacking who??”
“Zan… she’s…. oh god!…. she….” Will gasped.
~Two Hours ago~
Zan waited, leaning against a stack of crates waiting for
Emily to arrive. A cig was dangling from one hand, the other rested on
the
laser pistol grip at her side. She didn’t like this, not one little bit. Still, maybe Emily did deserve a chance to
explain herself. It wouldn’t hurt her
to listen.
A flash of red heralded the Silverhawk’s arrival. Emily
wasn’t in her armor. She was thinner, Zan
noticed. She carried a laser pistol at her
side, too. Fense tended to evoke that sort
of thing in
a person..
“Hey,” she called softly to the redhead. Emily
swiveled around to look at Zan, she
didn’t seem surprised. Emily walked
over lightly, not making a sound.
“So, is there anywhere more comfortable than this to talk?”
Emily asked softly.
“No,” Zan grunted.
“At least, nowhere that someone won’t try to throttle you.”
Emily winced. “That
would get noticed, fast. No, here is
fine, I guess.” The silence grew, heavy
and uncomfortable.
“Well?” Zan
snarled. “Are you going to say
anything?”
She felt Emily’s eyes bore into hers, a grey blue gaze that
pinned her in place. “Are you going to listen?” Emily replied, still in
that
soft voice.
Zan scowled, then forced herself to relax. This
was getting nowhere. “So, why you? Were
you planned bait?”
Emily recoiled as if she had been struck, then looked back
up, anger blazing in her eyes. “No,”
she spat. “We didn’t know anything
about you. That was the problem. ‘Unknown’ is not a good thing around here. Anything we don’t know about can get us
killed, we’ve had too many close calls.
Someone had to find out if you were friend or foe.
I was the only one who had a bat’s chance in
hell of pulling it off. So I went down,
undercover. It didn’t take much, no one
had ever seen me out of armor. I set
myself up as tech repair, it’s my main job anyway.”
She shrugged.
“With muscles like those?” Zan had something that could
almost be called a grin on her face.
Emily smiled sardonically.
“II’ve often been told that I was merely given a body to match
my
attitude.”
“Anyways, when the kid from the band came in with stuff, it
was a chance I couldn’t pass up. So I
came to the concerts. I was impressed,
you guys were good.” Another sardonic
smile. “You know what happened between us as well as I do, and it quite
whomped
me upside the head, I assure you. I
would never have guessed it of myself, and conflict of interest doesn’t
even
begin to describe it. I hadn’t found
anything on you, but your band members were quite another story. I knew exactly who they were, they’ve all
shot at me too often for me not to. My
reports got shorter and shorter. In the
end, the field commander got suspicious, and followed me.
That was the night all hell broke loose.”
Emily stopped then, her eyes boring into Zan’s. “That’s
the honest truth, whether or not you
care to believe it.”
Oddly enough, Zan did believe her. But did
it really change anything? She exhaled, a
long sigh that said more than words could.
“So where does that leave us?” Zan asked.
“I don’t know”, Emily replied, the intensity bleeding out of
her eyes. “I really don’t know, but I
don’t want it to leave us on bad terms.”
Both women heard a noise then, a split second of something
wrong, then something heavy and dark crashed onto both of them, sending
them
into blackness.
~Now~
“She what? Damn it Will. We need to know!” Jon growled in
frustration. He hated not knowing what type situation they were going
into.
Especially if it involved Mon*Star.
Will gritted his teeth in similar frustration. He was only
getting bits and pieces from Emily along with all the backlash of
emotions
though their bond. “I’m doing the best I can…. Damn it Em what the hell
were
you thinking?” the last muttered to himself. “From what I can… Gather,
Phantom
is single handedly attacking…. Fuck!” Reaching up with both hands and
grabbing
his head, he closed his eyes to get a better image. “…. Sorry…. She’s
attacking
both Mon*Star and Mumbo Jumbo…. How the…. “
“Hate to interrupt Skipper, but Brim*Star dead ahead. We’ll
be there in less then 30 seconds. Want to launch or just land this
bird?”
Bluegrass asked.
“Launch 10 seconds out and land. We’ll head straight in.
Take down anything in your way. Got that SilverHawks?”
A chorus of affirmatives came back.
Right on the ten-second mark, they launched. They were
running as soon as they hit the ground. Will was at the lead. He didn’t
care to
think of what the dark wet patches was he was passing, or what was
smeared
across the walls, he just kept moving. He passed both Windhammer and
Hardware,
not stopping to spare them even a glance. The others though slowed to
find out
what was going on.
Jon demanding answers. “Where are they!”
“Mon*Star has gone fucking nuts!” Hardware said, holding one
arm close as he waved the other about. “Off his rocker good this time!
Yelling
about how Phantom betrayed him and all sorts of shit! Nuts you here me!
Abso-fucking-lutly
psycho Nuts!!!” He was wide eyed and more then a bit scared looking.
Windhammer looked to be sporting a growing bruise across his
face as well as limping as he tried to drag Hardware along after him.
“Shut
your trap mechanic. If you want to live then you had better hurry up!”
He also
had that look of fear as he kept throwing glances over his shoulder, up
the
ramp towards the throne room.
Looks were exchanged between the ‘Hawks and they took off
after Will. They ignored the retreating Mobsters in favor of following
their
teammate. Mon*Star on a good day was dangerous enough. If he had
flipped then
it could become deadly. Very deadly indeed.
~One Hour ago~
Mon*Star the Planet Master had called a meeting. Everyone
was to show up or else. He never needed to state what that ‘or else’
meant.
Those coming in from Fense and beyond were the last to show. Other then
those
still currently at the Penal Planet that is.
When the first had arrived they found the Planet Master
sitting on his thrown, both clawed hands curled over the ends, nails
absently
drumming slowly. At the foot of the thrown was two covered mounds. One
of which
was splotched in spreading dark wet patches. No one said a word as they
waited
for him to say or do something. Yessman slithered around in the shadows
behind
the thrown, constantly rubbing his hands together as he muttered and
hissed to
himself. When the last one entered Mon*Star spoke.
“Well… it’s so good of you to join us… Melodia, Timestopper…
and PokerFace,” his voice thick with derogatory sarcasm. The two humans
shrank
back some as the robotic third tried to utter some explanation. “Shut
up”
Mon*Star growled as he stood up and slowly descended the steps. He
stopped when
he was between the two covered objects on the floor. “There is… or
was.. a
traitor among us…” his voice low and ominous as he looked everyone
over. “I’ve
found that traitor and am now going to punish that traitor… And I want
everyone
to watch so that no ideas are even thought of about betraying me.”
Yessman slithered out from the shadows, rubbing his hands
together. “Yeeessss…. Puuuniisssssh….oohh.. goood one bossss,” the
snake man
muttered softly.
Mon*Star didn’t say a word as he simply pointed to the
stained sheeting. YessMan slithered out from behind the Mob Boss,
snatching up
the sheet. Gasps and mutters ran through the gathered Mobsters at the
site of
the person. They were expecting perhaps someone from Fense. Perhaps
Zero or
even Grodd, so they were completely taken aback at the site of Phantom,
cloths torn
and bloodied, gagged and bound, but glaring up at Mon*Star.
It was several silence filled moments before anyone spoke.
“But-but…”, “What have you..”, “Criky no, not Phantom..”, “On no…Zan…”,
“She’s
never been with….” They all spoke at once, those that
“SILENCE!” Mon*Star roared at them, eyeing the five that had
spoke out. His eye narrowed dangerously as the star glowed a menacing
red.
Everyone cringed back, moving out of his reach somewhat. He now knew
who to
keep a closer eye on. Those that voiced objections.
~Now~
Will paused to take everything in. He had seen, though
Emily’s eyes, Mon*Star delivering the killing blow to Phantom. But now
he
watched as the Planet Master drew his clawed hand out of her chest. The
Mob
Boss moved in slow, jerky backwards motion. To one side of the room,
the
remains of BuzzSaw lay scattered about, along with the downed Mumbo
Jumbo and
YessMan. Near by, Emily lay on the blood stained floor, blood dripping
up her
back from the cold stone floor. Her eyes slowly fluttering closed. To
the other
side stood Melodia, hands on TimeStopper’s shoulder as he clenched his
hands,
teeth drawing blood from his lip where he bit though it in
concentration. The
clock in the middle of his chest slowly going in reverse of what was
normal.
The SilverHawk could almost see a hazy glowing outline
around everything in the room but those two. A moment later, the rest
of the
‘Hawks showed up. Gasps and utterances of shock passed though them at
the site.
Will held up his hand a moment, hissing at them to be quiet. He had
figured out
what TimeStopper was doing. He was reversing the flow of time.
“He’s mine,” was all the warning the big man gave before he
crouched down in a ready position. A moment later he shot off at a dead
run,
shoulder down to tackle the Planet Master away from Phantom.
Jon quickly took control of the situation. “Bluegrass, you
and the Kidd go get those two,” pointing at Melodia and TimeStopper.
“I’ll help
Will and MoonStryker can..” The sound of retching was unmistakable as
they turned
to see MoonStryker empting the content of his stomach over near the
door..
“I’ll grab Em.” He gave the vomiting
‘Hawk a disgusted look before taking off to grab Emily.
The sound of Will colliding into the Planet Master was very
audible. And it also broke TimeStopper’s concentration. Everything
flickered
once then once more before returning to normal.
As Will charged forward he hit the Time reversal field, he
knew he would have to fight to make any forward progress. The moment
Bluegrass
and the Copper Kidd interrupted TimeStopper's concentration, time
started to
flow normally. The sound of his impact into
the Planet Master echoed around the throne room. Unlike other
encounters with
the Monstrous Mob Boss, he was unarmored this time. The Burly
SilverHawk heard
and felt bones crunch.
Mon*Star on the other had never saw it coming. One moment he had the
traitor's
heart in his claws and was ripping it out of her chest, the next moment
he was
standing there above the traitor ready to rip her heart out then being
tackled
by a SilverHawk. He felt
his ribs and side take the full force brunt of the attack. He felt
himself
being picked up then slammed back down onto the ground several more
times,
dazing him.
"Will! Grab her and get moving! We don't have the time to fool around
with
him," Quicksilver said from the doorway, an unconscious Emily in his
arms.
Her blood
creating strange patters across his armor from where it dripped or was
smeared.
Will slammed Mon*Star down one more time before standing up. "If she
dies
Mon*Star, consider your self one step away from being taken out of the
game." He then walked from the Mob Boss and picked up Phantom's
battered,
bloody body and walked out of the throne room.
As soon as he passed the doors, he sped up. Passing MoonStryker
who was still looking quite green, he just ignored him and kept moving.
Within
moment's he was in the hanger where the Maraj sat waiting. He spotted
the
others loading up. All he did was raise an eyebrow at the fact that
both
Melodia and TimeStopper both were with the others, he could ask
questions
later.
"Where's MoonStryker?" Jon asked as he carefully slid into the pod.
Emily was laying on her stomach, unconscious once more, next to him.
"Lagging behind," Will replied as he also maneuvered into his pod
with Phantom.
"Figures," muttered Bluegrass as he made sure the Kidd was able to
get in the pod since TimeStopper, Also unconscious, was already laying
there.
"Ok Kidd, might be crowded but in ya go."
The Kidd whistled, forming his hand into the OK sign then climbed in.
"Come on," Bluegrass said to Melodia as he took her by the arm and
led her to the HotSeat's cockpit. He hopped in and pulled her up into
it with
him, making sure she wouldn't interfere with his piloting. "All ready
to
go Skipper."
"Give it 10 more seconds then get going. If MoonStryker isn't here and
in
his pod by then he can fly home on his own," the lieutenant said as he
pressed some folded up cloth along the worse of the wounds on Emily's
back.
No one said a word of protest about that decision.
“We ain’t got the time Jon,” Will said. His fingers lay
against the pulse point in Phantom’s neck. Even with the extra sensors
in his
armor, he was finding her pulse getting weaker as the second’s ticked
by.
“Get us back to the station Bluegrass,” Jon said.
“Aye, Aye skipper,” came the reply from the cockpit. The
engines roared to life as he maneuvered out of the garage like bay and
headed
at full speed back towards Hawk Haven.
Just as MoonStryker arrive, he saw the tail end of the Maraj
as it vanished out the cavernous Garage. Several emotions crossed his
features
as he clenched his hands
into fists. Anger and disgust were foremost.
"Don't like to come in last?" Came the smooth voice of the Mob's
Gambling Boss.
"What's it to you?" Snarled the SilverHawk, before stalking away.
PokerFace just chuckled as he walked to where one of the Limbo Limo's
sat. It
was the one that he, Melodia and TimeStopper came in. "Need a lift..
SilverHawk?"
MoonStryker just looked back over at the Mobster, lifting an eyebrow at
the
offer. "What's the catch?" Crossing his arms over his chest, a not so
subtle hint that he had his lasers trained on the Robotic Mobster.
"Why there's no catch at all," replied PokerFace, a smirking smile
gracing his features.
MoonStryker let out a bark of laughter. "There's always a catch with
you
guys."
A roar echoed down the though the halls and corridors. Mon*Star was
apparently
up and about again.
PokerFace made a move to get in the limo fast. "Call it mutual
protection
from a rather irate Mob Boss!" MoonStryker agreed rather quickly with
it
and was in the limbo limo with the mobster. They departed out of the
fortress
as if a demon was on their tails.
Before the 'Hawks were even half way home, they were already
in contact with the medical staff. Two teams of medics were waiting,
each one
prepping for the incoming wounded. Seeing how Phantom was in the more
dire
situation, the team prepping for her arrival took precedence over the
team that
was waiting on Emily's arrival. Even though Emily was a SilverHawk and
Phantom
wasn't.
As soon as the Maraj had landed, it was swarmed by the medical staff.
Both
women were removed from the pods, before either men could say more then
a word
or two. They whisked away Phantom, then a moment later Emily was also
gone.
Left behind was an too quiet silence, the Patrol group, and two
mobsters. One
of whom was unconscious, the other in deep shock.
Everyone climbed out of the ship, except for Melodia and TimeStopper
that was,
and stood there in silence. Eyes followed the red trail of blood that
lead from
the pods to the elevator. No one was sure what to say or do at this
moment.
Then Jon finally spoke.
"Jay... you and the Kidd take Melodia and TimeStopper down to the
holding
cells... Will and I need to... " he glanced down at the bloody streaks
on
his armor and swallowed, looking paler then normal. "We need to get
cleaned up. I'll report to the Commander.. after...."
"uh.. yeah, right Skipper, will do," Jay said as he turned around to
hand Melodia down. "Come on Melodia, time to get out of there..." he
said softly to the nearly catatonic woman. He hid a wince as she
flinched away
from him at first, but then shakily got out of the pod.
Everyone stopped to look as the Elevator opened and out came both
HotWing and
Condor. The mage paled at the state everyone was in, Condor just
grimaced.
"You guys go get cleaned up, we'll take care of this," Condor said
gesturing to the rest of the group to get going.
Jon just nodded. "... Thanks. MoonStryker should be showing up soon...
have him give you a hand with this then tell him to report to me."
Condor and HotWing nodded.
Jay moved to the Kidd's pod and pulled TimeStopper out of
it, slinging the young man over his shoulder after removing the time
clock from
off his chest. He then headed for the Elevator with Melodia following
behind,
guided by the Kidd. Inside the Elevator, there was still small puddles
and
splotches of blood that had yet to be cleaned up, as well as bloody
foot prints
that overlapped. While the two SilverHawk's kept their eyes upwards
away from
the evidence that something terrible had happened, Melodia had been
looking
down.
All she saw was the dark and bright red of the spreading liquid that
seemed to
move on it's own. That triggered the memories of what happened over the
past
hour. She wrapped her arms about herself, flinching away from the
stains.
Both 'Hawk's noticed her movement and glanced at each other. The Kidd
took a
step towards her only to have her cringe away, raising a hand as if to
fend off
a blow. The Kidd whistled in concern, glancing at Bluegrass. The Pilot
only
half-heartedly shrugged in reply. There was little they could really
do. Though
when the Mob Moll started to mutter something, they became more
concerned.
"Oh god, oh god...." she cringed away, raising a hand to fend off
what she imagined as a possible blow. All she saw was the red of the
Kidd's
armor and her mind did the rest, plastering the Image of Mon*Star in
his place.
"Please.. no.... don't...." Moving away from the pair, she stepped
into one of the larger puddles of blood. She looked down again then
started to
scream.
The Kidd couldn't even get close to her with out her reacting even
worse. It
took Bluegrass grabbing her and slapping her to break her out of it.
"Get
a hold of yourself woman."
Melodia stopped screaming, but instead started to whimper. "I think I'm
going to be sick...." She raised her hands to her face.
Luck was with them as the elevator door opened, reveling the line of
holding
cells. Melodia bolted out of the elevator to the nearest holding cell
and into
the bathroom attached to it. The sound of her being quite ill could be
heard.
"Oh man.." Bluegrass said as he walked out, following the Kidd. He
placed TimeStopper on one of the pull down bunks then moved to the
bathroom
door. ".... You gonna.... umm... be ok in there?"
A few moments of silence. ".. What do you think?" came the shaky
reply. When Bluegrass made no reply, she spoke again. "Just... go
away."
He reached up and scratched his forehead a moment then sighed. "Ya
might
wana.. take yer boots off, or at least clean the bottoms off," he
pointed
out.
A squealed 'Oh god!' preceded the sound of retching followed a few
moments
later by said boots being thrown rather violently out the door.
Bluegrass shook his head as he walked over to retrieve the
boots. While she might not want to put them back on, let alone touch
them after
they were cleaned, he didn't want to leave anything in the holding cell
that
might hold any type of weapons.
The Kidd arrived with a mop bucket and a Rag as Bluegrass was walking
out of
the cell. He handed Bluegrass the rag then started to clean up the
trail of
bloody footprints. He then gestured to the bathroom and the few
footprints that
vanished into it.
Bluegrass nodded, then knocked on the door. "Uh.. Melodia.. Ma’am? Mind
coming out for a moment so we can... er... clean up the... " The door
opened but Melodia didn't come out, instead she just retreated to a
corner,
looking quite pale and shaken.
The Kidd neatly and quickly mopped up all evidence of the blood then
retreated
out of the holding cell. He had gotten the rest of it up to the
elevator.
Bluegrass wiped clean Melodia's boots then set them down by the door
and left
the cell. Outside he activated the Energy field, then deactivated the
controls
by the cell opening so that the primary by the elevator was the only
one that
would turn the field on or off. The Pair then left the holding cell
area.
Will had to be literally shoved out of the med bay and ordered
to go get cleaned up, get some rest and some food before he could show
back up.
The Med staff informed him that they would keep him advised of his
sister's
condition. (Though more then likely he would
know before them, but he didn't say that.)
Several hours later, he was still waiting outside the Med Bay for any
information. Quicksilver had been by already to check on him. Currently
HotWing
was sitting near by doing little slight of hand tricks to try and keep
his mind
occupied. Bluegrass and the Kidd had wandered in some time earlier to
check on
the two also. In short, all but MoonStryker had been by at least once
since
they arrived back.
The sound of someone clearing their throat several times finally got
Will's
attention. It was the Commander.
"Any change?"
Will shook his head.
"Not really, sir. Emily is
stable but unconscious. Phantom
is… She… They
still haven't finished figuring out what-all's wrong with
her, sir. It's… it's real bad. She might not make it."
Stargazer nodded thoughtfully. "All right,
Sergeant.
Consider yourself on compassionate leave until Sergeant
Steelheart is
better." He turned a narrowed eye
on the rest of the squad. "Are you
all here trying to hold up the walls?
There's work to do. I want that
Red Menace from Brimm*Star in jail, and I want it yesterday. Now get to work.”
In under 30 seconds the hallway was empty, except for Will
and the Commander, the rest having saluted before quickly leaving.
Stargazer
just huffed a sigh then awkwardly patted Will on the shoulder before
leaving to
return to his office. Will just sat back down in the chair.
A couple of dozen very old magazines and several hours
later, the head doctor came out. He looked around a moment then spotted
Will.
“Aahh, Sergeant SteelWill…”
“Doc?” Will asked dropping the magazine onto the pile and
standing up. “How’s…”
The Doctor shook his head slightly. “We have managed to get
her closer to stabilizing. But I am afraid there was still more damage
that we
are uncovering. Some of it quite a bit older then the rest.” He glanced
down at
the clipboard in hand. “In order to repair the damage completely, we’re
going
to need access to the stored cybernetic components here on Hawk Haven.”
Will raised an eyebrow at that. He knew what was kept in
storage, it was part of his and Emily’s job to keep track of them as
well as to
order newer replacements when they were available. He then nodded.
“To have access to them, we are going to need the
Commander’s code and that means going to Stargazer to get it.”
Will shook his head. “No… here’s my code. Both Emily and
myself have access to the storage units that hold the cybernetics. Just
take
what you need. I’ll handle the paperwork and pass it onto the
Commander….”
“We won’t need all of what’s there, I assure you, just some
key components that are not available to us on Bedlama,” the Doctor
nodded as
he took the code. “Phantom has worked wonders in gaining us access to
the
latest and most advanced cybernetics accessible to non-military
personal.” Then
he added, seeing Will’s raised eyebrow. “All legal I assure you.”
Will nodded slightly. “OK. I take your word on that.” He
shook his head again. “Unlike others around here, I don’t believe she
has
really done anything really illegal. Just…not quite to the letter of
the law.
Em’s told me a bit about what she was doing on Fense.” This time he
shrugged
before reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Hate to say it, but
since she
showed up… we’ve had a drop in problems coming from Fense.” Will paused
in
thought at his own words. “Hmmm…”
The Doctor nodded once more as he saw one of his team
members motion for him. “I must go, I will keep you informed of our
progress.”
Will grunted once in thought before replying. “Thanks Doc.”
He headed towards the recovery rooms. Even though Emily was still
unconscious,
he could still talk with her some before starting the project that came
to
mind. He paused in the door way and stood there watching her.
Emily was laying on her stomach, swathed from shoulders to
waist in bandages, an oxygen line looped under her nose, as well as IVs
training from one forearm and hand up to the stand. Several bags hang
from it,
the slow drip of fluids measured by tiny blips on the monitors. The
lights were
down low for the moment incase she did wake.
Moving quietly across the floor, he took one of the chairs
from along the wall and sat it next to the bed. Sitting down, he leaned
forward
slightly, brushing a few strands of hair from in front of Emily’s face.
“Hey
sis,” he said softly, not sure of what to say or how to say it. “You’ve
always
been there for me so I guess it’s my turn to be here for you… Doc’s not
sure if
Phantom’s gonna make it, but have promised to give it their best, but I
guess
you know that already don’t you?” He rested his arm on the bed, careful
not to
disturb either the IV lines or Emily. He set his chin on his arm a
moment, then
whispered “I know what happened there… I saw her… I watched through
your eyes
as that bastard drove his claws into her chest and ripped her heart
out… I
swore I was going to make that red menace pay for what he’d done… but
when I
stood in the doorway, I watched time stop and start to flow backwards.
I
couldn’t believe what I saw, I still can’t. But I’m not gonna question
it
either. Your alive, she’s hanging on by a thread at the moment, but
alive none
the less. I know who she is now and I’m still hoping that I can get a
chance to
apologize for what happened so long ago…” He took a deep breath as he
sat up
straight and rubbed his face. He didn’t want his anger at the thought
of what
happened get the better of him. Slowly letting it out he shook his
head. “Take
it easy Sis, rest as much as you need. I’ll be here when you wake.”
Standing,
he moved the chair back to it’s place along the wall and walked out
softly.
~Epilogue~
Will’s time was spent either in the gym working out, or in
the workshop tinkering with plans, blueprints and other odd assortment
of
things. The other hawks learned very fast not to ask what it was he was
working
on.
Emily’s condition improved over the next few days, but she
had yet to awaken from her unconscious state.
Phantom’s surgery had lasted for 68 hours. Her condition was
listed as critical but stable. When looked in on, she was swathed head
to toe
in bandages with IV’s, tubes and monitor wires all over her body. The
doctors
had refused to move her due to that fact as well so she was placed in
Hawk
Haven’s medical facility until she was deemed well enough to be moved
to
Bedlama. The Doctors forecasted at least a month before she was taken
off the
respirator and heart monitor, longer before she would come out of her
coma like
state.
As
for Melodia and
TimeStopper, on the way to the Penal Planet, they were ‘rescued’
by
Hardware, WindHammer and PokerFace. The Peacekeepers responsible for
transporting
the two mobsters reported that everyone seemed more quiet then usual.
There was
no boasting, no shouting. Just in and out.
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