Charles Siemens looked up from the book he was reading and furrowed his brows when he saw a blond woman. This was his personal time and as usual, he was spending it alone in the coffee shop, with a hot steaming mug of cappuccino and an Agatha Christie book he was currently reading. There was no need to mention that he was very irritated at this sudden occurrence.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
Now, he simply felt irked. Almost the whole café was empty; there was no reason for her to sit here.
But as he believed himself to be a generous man, he nodded. She settled down on the sit across him and he tried to ignore her and went back to his book.
"You know, I've been waiting for a chance to talk with you."
He looked up again, startled. "Pardon me?"
"Dr. Siemens, there's something that I want to talk to you about."
This time, Charles Siemens gave her his full attention. She looked around twenty, with her blond hair and green eyes; there was no question that she was quite charming. Her face looked innocent enough, though there was the evident of intelligence in her gaze and her sharp cheekbones threw off that look slightly.
An alarm bell went off in his head and he knew that no way in hell he'd ever want to be on the bad side of this woman.
"How do you know me?" He calmly asked as he closed his book after marking the page he was reading.
She looked at the book title and smiled. "I read that book when I was in high school, 'Elephants can remember '. Very interesting." She looked at him again. "I did my research Dr. Siemens. I know that you're a brain specialist, but you're very talented and have vast knowledge about almost all the fields of medical science. I know that you've stopped practicing two years ago after your wife's death. I also know that you had a daughter and she was killed six months ago."
Charles Siemens stared at her for a long time. Then he started to gather his belongings. "I think I'll leave now."
"Please sir." She put her hand over the book which he was picking up. "Listen to me before taking any decisions. I need your help."
He stopped and stared at her calm face. "With what?"
She went back to her previous position. "Do you know about Itex?"
His expression didn't change, but inside, he was chaotic. "It's a research organization and my daughter was working there as an intern."
"Is that all you know?"He didn't answer, so she continued. "Don't worry; I'm not one of them."
"What's your point?"
"My point is that you know exactly what they're doing and you know very well about who killed your daughter and why she was killed."There was no response again as he lowered his head and opened his book again. "She didn't know at first, but then somehow she discovered what they're doing, something she wasn't supposed to find and she told you all about it but it was already too late. They murdered her for what she came to know."
He didn't look up from his book.
"It's been six months and you're doing nothing but sitting around."
"Are you trying to provoke me?"He snapped and his face turned red with anger. "Yes, I know about them! I know about those experiments and I know what got my daughter killed! What am I supposed to do? The police don't believe me! They think I'm nuts! What am I supposed to do then?"
She stared at his fuming face for a minute, giving him time to calm down. When she spoke, her voice was soft.
"They took my baby from me." She said. "I didn't even get to see his face for one time and they said that he was dead. But I know it's a lie. I know he's alive and they have him. But nobody believes me. Not the cops, not the law enforcements, not even my husband." Her eyes swirled with emotions as determination was set in her face. "I can't just do nothing. I will make them pay for what they did, I will take them down. And you're the only one who can help me do that."
They stared at each other, and then she stood up and held out a piece of paper.
"Please Dr. Siemens, I need your help."
She put the paper in front of him, a number was written on it and as she started to walk away, he finally came out of his daze.
"Wait." She stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. "Who are you?"
She smiled. "Janice Grey."
"So, you've been working together from the start?"
"And you knew where I was from the start?"
"God! Is there somebody in my life who is a normal person and isn't involved with these?"
Janice sighed. "I'm sorry, Max. But to take down Itex I need some solid evident and I need to destroy them from the inside and this was the only way to do it."
Max kept glaring at her. "What were you doing?"
"Charlie was there to keep an eye on you." She said. "We needed to make sure that you were safe. But a year ago, they started to caught on Charlie so he had to disappear."
"Where is he now?"
"Somewhere safe." She said and then glared at Sian, warning her to not say anything.
"But how did you find Max so quick?" Nudge asked.
"We set a tracker on her." She said hesitantly. "I'm sorry, but we had to!"
Max nodded, not caring about it because it was already too much with all the information. "Do you know where Evan is?"
"No, I don't." She shook her head. "Max, tell me something. Don't you have any connection between you two?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like a mental connection or something?"
Max looked confused. "Am I supposed to?"
Janice looked frustrated. "You know what? Forget it. You said you heard them thinking about the head branch right?" She asked Angel.
Angel nodded. But she was also very confused with Janice's thoughts. They weren't coherent. She was trying very hard to hide them but there were bits and pieces that Angel was catching and they didn't make any sense.
"Well, give me a minute." Janice walked to the closet and opened it. It was full with files and papers. As she started to go through them, there was something else that Angel caught on.
Her eyes widened as she realized the meaning of those thoughts and at the same time, several cars screeched to a halt in front of the apartment building.
"Max! They're here!"
Omega felt nauseas.
Ever since he saw that kid and the erasers fighting, he was feeling a bit off. Was it because of the violence? No, not possible. He's seen too much of that already and it never made him sick even in the start. But then, he never got sick ever. It was impossible. He was a very important and successful experiment of Itex. He never felt nauseas. It meant feeling weak and vulnerable and he was none of those.
Then it got worse when he went to the kid to clean her wounds. It was an order from the Director. She said she didn't want her to get infected, it might affect the experiments. But she didn't want anyone else to do it either, because after Janice Woodcomb betrayed her, she didn't trust anyone but him. So it was up to him to take care of the kid. After all, she was the most expensive experiment that they'd done so far.
When the doors slid open and he stepped inside, a wave of nausea swept him over and he felt like vomiting. He almost bent over, but then remembered his reputation and straightened. He walked up to the kid, who was curled in a corner and stood there thinking what to do. They said she was blind. But there were slight changes in her position that told him she knew he was there. She started to fidget with the hem of her torn and bloody shirt and her hands started to shake.
"I need to clean your cuts." He said in a robotic voice and she flinched. "Sit up."
She kept curled up.
He stared at the shaking form and recognized the pale brown hair. For some reason he felt something weird in his chest but shook it off as he decided to sit down.
"Sit up." He said again and this time she obeyed. She sat up and looked up at him, her eyes fixing a centimeter above his head, and something played in her eyes.
"Are you my dad?" She asked suddenly.
He stared at her, shocked. Her eyes were just like his, a beautiful shade of silvery blue, but full of innocence and fear. But her face oddly resembled Max's and though she was scared, there was a determination in her face.
He didn't answer her question, instead he asked, "Why?"
"You…" She hesitated. "You just seemed like."
He didn't say anything; instead he started to clean the gush on her head. She flinched when his hand touched it but in a moment she was calm, her shaking stopped.
Omega couldn't explain what he was feeling. There was this weird sensation in his chest, a tingling, and he felt oddly calm. The kind of calmness when you know that everything's alright and your beloved ones are safe. A relief.
He'd never felt like this before. Just like the nauseas feeling.
"What's your name?" He asked suddenly feeling an intense need to know.
"Evan." She quietly replied.
The apartment was in 20th floor. Max realized she had about a minute and fifty seconds before they'd be attacked.
"Out the window, now!" She screamed at everyone as Janice shoved a huge file on her hand.
"Take this." She said in a hurried tone, and then she looked at Angel, who nodded, indicating that she understood everything.
"What about them?" Iggy gestured at Janice and Sian as he shoved Gazzy out.
"Take her." This time, Janice shoved Sian at Max and pushed them out. "I'll stay."
"What? Are you crazy? They'll kill you!" Max screeched and shoved Sian at Fang, who caught her just in time from falling down twenty floors. Now, Max was the only one left.
"They won't" Janice tried to shove her out as she explained herself. "They need me; I was the head scientist in Evan's experiment. Besides this way, I can make sure that she's okay. Just GO!"
Just when it was a minute and fifty-one seconds, the door burst open and erasers flew in. two of them attacked Janice and pinned her to the wall as a third one kicked her on the stomach. She bent down as she coughed up blood and her vision went blurry.
After a few seconds, she realized there was someone else in front of her. She straightened up, only to be greeted by Director Marian Janseen.
"Janice Woodcomb." She said in a cheery voice. "Finally we meet again."
Janice didn't let any emotions show on her face. Instead she jutted out her lower lip and frowned. "I'm sorry, who are you?"
The smile vanished from the Director's face, but then it reappeared. "Hmm. Do you know, I haven't repaid your favor yet and I feel so horrible about it."
Oh shoot! "Is that so?"
The Director smirked. "How about I do it now?"
In a flash, she pulled out a baton and smashed it over her face. Janice grunted in pain as she bent over again and black spots danced on her vision. She could feel blood coming out of her nose and she was pretty sure it was broken. But she refused to faint.
"God," She spat out some blood and straightened again. "You hit like a girl."
Anger flared on her face and she smashed the baton on her face again. This time, Janice Woodcomb went limp.
It didn't give Marian much pleasure though. After all, it took her two hits to take out that bitch!