Nico
Star
- Joined
- Jun 7, 2012
Alicia scowled, cradling her bad arm from moving too much… She was going to need a splint, but damned be her shoulder to hell if she was going to ask one of the men to do it.
Alicia watched Zaiver and listened to his plan with widening eyes… Mass Suicide. What else would intimidate a nihilistic powerhouse like Zimmerman? She glanced nervously down at the jumpsuit contraption. This wasn't in her original plan… She shivered. Zavier held nothing back. It was either his way… Or no way.
Nodding, Alicia took out a piece of paper and a pen as Zavier stood, jotting down a starting line, and readying the disposable phone with Zimmerman's number. She jabbed Kent, who was still enthusiastically testing out the weight and sight on the rifle, and dropped it in his lap.
She wiped her eyes, setting her face into a look of concentration, the one she wore when she was working. She didn't want to die in a fireball. She wanted this to work.
Kent gave a nod to Alicia, and pressed Dial.
"Zimmerman line 1, connected. Speak now," came the automated voice.
"Zimmerman. I want to make a trade." Kent rumbled, in masking his normal voice.
Alicia scribbled on the paper in front of him,
"A brother for a brother, and the valuable truth."
There was a long wait… and then they heard a "beep."
"I'm listening, Spade." Came the cold, icy calm voice. Alicia's eyes flicked up to Zavier's.
"453 Wrotworth street. The old mill. Bring the boy, and no one else," Kent voiced.
There was another pause, and then a slow reply,
"And in exchange?"
"You receive as compensation your favorite son. Mostly unharmed."
"What do you want?" The voice asked, lower.
"Information."
There was another heavy pause, "Information…" Zimmerman repeated.
Alicia wrote down what he was to say, but Kent paused, surprised, and looked at her as if to ask if that was really what he was to say. She shot him a dirty look. Kent recovered and continued,
"About mind-wiping. Or rather… Specialized indoctrination. I want to know your method. After all… knowledge is power."
There was a silence on the other end, and then a curt, "I don't know what you mean."
"Yes you do. I want your secret. How did you do it? How to warp a person… it must be grand, playing God." Kent was having trouble keeping up with the haughty way of speaking. He shot Alicia a look.
Alicia shook her head, and pointed at the script, telling him silently to stick to what she was writing.
"I assume you're referring to my son's condition?" Came Zimmerman's cold voice.
Alicia beamed.
"If you can call such a extraordinary feat a condition. To wipe away an entire lifetime, that is something worth transcribing... Don't you agree?"
"I do not."
There was a long wait, long enough to have Kent shifting uncomfortably, wanting to fill the silence and thinking they'd lost their chance, but Alicia pinched his arm, making him sit still.
Finally, Zimmerman's voice sounded again,
"Are you prepared to meet?"
"Of course," Kent replied, returning to his stony tone, "Tonight."
Another pause.
"I will agree to your terms…"
Alicia almost sighed out loud, the worry had begun to show in her face.
"On account that my terms are equally honored." Zimmerman continued, "Zavier is not to be inhibited in any way. He must be securely shackled and bound, and I will… be able to see his face during the trade. I will give you your information, and then Micah and Zavier will walk past one another. An equal trade."
Alicia's and Kent's eyes flicked up to Zavier. He would have to give them the deciding "aye" or "nay."
Alicia watched Zaiver and listened to his plan with widening eyes… Mass Suicide. What else would intimidate a nihilistic powerhouse like Zimmerman? She glanced nervously down at the jumpsuit contraption. This wasn't in her original plan… She shivered. Zavier held nothing back. It was either his way… Or no way.
Nodding, Alicia took out a piece of paper and a pen as Zavier stood, jotting down a starting line, and readying the disposable phone with Zimmerman's number. She jabbed Kent, who was still enthusiastically testing out the weight and sight on the rifle, and dropped it in his lap.
She wiped her eyes, setting her face into a look of concentration, the one she wore when she was working. She didn't want to die in a fireball. She wanted this to work.
Kent gave a nod to Alicia, and pressed Dial.
"Zimmerman line 1, connected. Speak now," came the automated voice.
"Zimmerman. I want to make a trade." Kent rumbled, in masking his normal voice.
Alicia scribbled on the paper in front of him,
"A brother for a brother, and the valuable truth."
There was a long wait… and then they heard a "beep."
"I'm listening, Spade." Came the cold, icy calm voice. Alicia's eyes flicked up to Zavier's.
"453 Wrotworth street. The old mill. Bring the boy, and no one else," Kent voiced.
There was another pause, and then a slow reply,
"And in exchange?"
"You receive as compensation your favorite son. Mostly unharmed."
"What do you want?" The voice asked, lower.
"Information."
There was another heavy pause, "Information…" Zimmerman repeated.
Alicia wrote down what he was to say, but Kent paused, surprised, and looked at her as if to ask if that was really what he was to say. She shot him a dirty look. Kent recovered and continued,
"About mind-wiping. Or rather… Specialized indoctrination. I want to know your method. After all… knowledge is power."
There was a silence on the other end, and then a curt, "I don't know what you mean."
"Yes you do. I want your secret. How did you do it? How to warp a person… it must be grand, playing God." Kent was having trouble keeping up with the haughty way of speaking. He shot Alicia a look.
Alicia shook her head, and pointed at the script, telling him silently to stick to what she was writing.
"I assume you're referring to my son's condition?" Came Zimmerman's cold voice.
Alicia beamed.
"If you can call such a extraordinary feat a condition. To wipe away an entire lifetime, that is something worth transcribing... Don't you agree?"
"I do not."
There was a long wait, long enough to have Kent shifting uncomfortably, wanting to fill the silence and thinking they'd lost their chance, but Alicia pinched his arm, making him sit still.
Finally, Zimmerman's voice sounded again,
"Are you prepared to meet?"
"Of course," Kent replied, returning to his stony tone, "Tonight."
Another pause.
"I will agree to your terms…"
Alicia almost sighed out loud, the worry had begun to show in her face.
"On account that my terms are equally honored." Zimmerman continued, "Zavier is not to be inhibited in any way. He must be securely shackled and bound, and I will… be able to see his face during the trade. I will give you your information, and then Micah and Zavier will walk past one another. An equal trade."
Alicia's and Kent's eyes flicked up to Zavier. He would have to give them the deciding "aye" or "nay."