|
The Omega Team - POST Mission One |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Kit walked down the halls of the Goldman & Trent offices. Everyone was busy working, filling out paperwork and other useless things that she abhorred doing but was forced to do anyway. Just a few minutes ago she’d finished her report on the Nathaniel Perkins Mission and had set out from the infirmary to turn it in. She of course avoided such phrases as “I saw my dead brother” and “I intentionally killed a man”. Occasionally people would stop and stare at her as she walked past. Once they though she was gone they would talk amongst themselves.
She was the main source of gossip in the magical circle lately and she wasn’t surprised. She and Nathan were about equally famous as was how they were connected. Her last mission had sent waves through the water coolers. Not only was Nathan mysteriously dead but it was now less than four days after the mission, where’d she been tortured mercilessly by the b*****d, but she was already walking around. She was fine now; she healed quite quickly and now that she’d rested all she was, was a little sore.
“Oh, hey, Kit,” said someone and she looked up, standing in front of her was Sam, “I was just coming to see you. Should you be out of bed?" Kit looked at him. For the most part Sam was a fairly nice, a little weird but that made him a little cool too. The annoying thing was that ever since the mission he checked on her twice a day and it wasn’t because he was particularly worried or anything. She wasn’t sure why he kept coming to see her but she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to like it.
“Just finished my report,” said Kit and she held up the folder in her hand, “I’ll talk to you later then.” She tried to walk past him but he stepped in her path again. She held back an annoyed sigh and looked up at him.
“Can we talk now?”
“I have to do something now.” She shook the folder at his side but apparently he didn’t notice. So before he could even react she slipped past him, but that didn’t detour Sam, he just chased after her.
“Hold on there.”
“What do you want?” Her tone perfectly conveyed her utter annoyance with his behavior. But he just smiled at her.
“I just want to get to know my new team leader is all.” She didn’t buy it but she figured she had to play along to found out what it was that he really wanted.
“Fine,” said Kit, “You can take me out for dinner tonight. Magi’s at six, you buy?”
“It’s free.”
“In that case I’ll buy.” Sam let out a small laugh.
“I’ll see you then.” They stopped at Steve’s door where Kit placed her folder in his mailbox before she walked away. As soon as she rounded the corner Sam grabbed the folder and took off. He didn’t open it until he was safely inside his research lab. It was pretty fancy, which was one of the perks of working at Goldman & Trent.
As long as the demon hunters did their jobs they were allowed to indulge any strange interest that they had. To that end he had procured his own lab, it was where he spent all of his free time. He opened and read her report. It was very factual and pulled no punches. It described in detail the torture she and Jimmy had suffered through, it recorded her entire plan as it unfolded and Sam was able to see all of the intricacies that were involved. It was very accurate until the end.
He read the end over and over, trying to convince himself that he’d misread it. But no matter what he did it was right there in black and white. Kit had seemed like a good person, but this seemed to prove otherwise. He didn’t know what to do; he wasn’t supposed to even have the report. He could get in some serious trouble just for having it and he had no experience with the issue he now faced but he couldn’t just ignore it.
He closed the folder after his fifth read-through. He sighed and began hitting his knee with it. He needed to take this very seriously and handle it very carefully. He could only think of one person to talk to about this. So he went down to see Steve, sitting outside his office for over an hour, thinking of exactly what it was that he was going to tell him. He was slouched over when Steve finally got back to his office.
“Sam?” asked Steve, “Is everything alright?”
“Can I talk to you?”
“Sure, come in.” He opened the door and Sam stood up and walked inside. He considered sitting down but he felt more like standing.
“Hey, um.” The words didn’t come out. He wanted them to but they just got stuck in his throat. He looked down at his shoes, he couldn’t speak at all and he felt horrible.
“I see,” said Steve and Sam looked up at him, “She hexed the folder, didn’t she?” Sam looked down the folder; he had no idea of what was going on. Steve sighed and took the folder. As soon as it passed from his possession he felt better.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve asked her a thousand times to stop it but Kit never listens. Although, you shouldn’t have taken it. You could get fired for that,” said Steve, “Now sit down and tell me why I shouldn’t report you.” Sam took a deep breath and sat down. He hadn’t even felt her spell take over him; it was powerful and sly magic. He hadn’t seen anything like it before and that made him nervous.
“Read her report.” He sat in silence as Steve read through it, his face reflecting nothing of what he was thinking. He was stoic through out all of it but Sam could tell when he got to the part about the torture. Sam had had to stop his first couple times through and after that he’d just skipped over it. Eventually Steve set it down. Sam stared at the cardboard-colored folder for a while, waiting for Steve to say something.
“What’s your point?”
“She lied, sir.”
“Oh? Where?”
“She said that Nathaniel jumped back inside his complex just as it blew up.”
“So?”
“So she pushed him.”
“What’s your point?” Sam just stared at him aimlessly. The words took their time being processed inside his head. Each one hitting him like a sledgehammer on the back of his neck as some idiot dangled it out of his car window while going fifty miles an hour.
“Excuse me.” He garbled the words slightly in shock; it was all he could think to say.
“Look, Sam, everyone on the planet knows Kit Thompson killed Nathaniel Perkins in cold bold.”
“What?”
“Okay, listen to what I’m saying. Everyone here knows that she killed him but no one is going to do anything about it because as far as anyone is concerned Nathaniel was a psychotic b*****d, who got exactly what he deserved at the hands of the person who was entitled to do it.”
“Huh?”
“I’m sure that at some point throughout the mission you noticed that Kit and Nathaniel knew each other.”
“Well-.”
“I’m not going to go into it because I really shouldn’t. But I’ll sum it for you. Drop your complaint no one is going to do anything about it.”
“So, she’s just going to get away with murder?”
“No, Kit is going to have to live with what she did and she’ll feel guilty about it but she’ll be fine.”
“Why won’t anyone do anything?”
“Because they’re responsible to.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The moment they found the outpost they knew what would happen. They knew they’d have to make it a mission and there could only be one outcome.”
“How come?”
“It just had to happen there was no way around it. Because everyone is responsible, including me.”
“You?”
“I knew when that mission came to me what would have to happen. I knew that I’d have to give it to Kit, because it had to be her, only her. And I knew that when I handed over her mission file, I’d just signed Nathaniel Perkins’s death warrant.”
“I don’t-.”
“You won’t understand. Just know that Kit is a very good person and normally she wouldn’t hurt anyone but this was a special case.”
“How did they know each other?”
“A long time ago Nathaniel took something very precious from Kit. And now they’re even. That’s all you need to know.”
“But-.”
“Go on now, go home.” Steve pushed him out the door. Sam looked at his watch. If he didn’t leave now he’d be late for his dinner with Kit. So he took off to Magi’s, his thoughts deepening as he walked in silence. As soon as he walked in loud noises reached his ears as magicals began to relax for the day or wake up for a night of work. He knew most of the faces. He spotted Kit at the bar talking to the bartender, a man named Damien. As he looked at her he became determined to unravel the mystery of Kit Thompson. He nodded at Damien, who began to pour him a drink. Sam walked up next to her and took his cold drink in hand. He grabbed her hand and walked her over to a table.
“So tell me about yourself,” said Sam.
 Zegwarian310 · Thu Aug 02, 2007 @ 02:10am · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
