Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 16, 2012 5:55:29 GMT -5
Rae felt sick. She felt anxious and frightened and those feelings barrelled around in her stomach and made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. There was no logical understanding to any of this, there was no clear-cut rational explanation and no easy expressed solution to set calm to her stormy sea of uncertainty. Rae could not comprehend or justify how this had happened in the firs place. Taron was, by all records legal and non, dead. Dead people do not turn up on a doorstep that is not registered in anyway to the family name unannounced. The probability of these events unfolding as they had were incredibly small, she'd go as far as suggesting there was zero chance and yet here they had happened.
Waiting by the car she watched Craig fall to the ground, words left unspoken forming on her cherry lips as he pulled himself up and uttered a self-deprecating cuss. Clicking open the locking she let Eli into the back and then slid into the plush seats. For a moment she waited, waited for the sound of Craig sliding into the seat next to her- waited for the heavy pants of his worn breath. So assured that she had a moment spare was Rae, that she sat with the engine ticking over but her eyes firmly shut. She just needed a moment to calm her violent nerves, she just needed that second to press the nightmares into the back of her mind; gather herself and continue on with this journey.
Quickly came the sound of him putting himself in the seat next to her and once more Rae's eyes snapped open, the honey-brown skittered across the scene around them before she turned to look at her companion. Maybe it was because nothing about him reminded her or Taron that she felt most at ease? Regardless she finally spoke; "next time, bend your knees more-" she told him, and shoved the car into gear, spinning out of the street like a bat out of hell.
Of course, as they drove further and further away from the danger that had so spooked her, Rae knew she owed him an answer, she expected him to ask the question and expected it to be horribly uncomfortable as she tried to explain. Rae had never had to explain this to anyone; she'd prefer to face a horde of daemons than see Taron again.
Eli's whimper from the back seat made her re address her ferocious driving, she breathed out a sigh and slowed, becoming a more careful and considered driver once more. She ran her fingers through her pale pink hair and pulled into a heavier stream of traffic. "I don't always jump down fire-escapes..." She promised him, a small smile forming on beautiful lips. "Let's get you back to Nevada."
Post by Craig Jamerson on Dec 16, 2012 11:27:14 GMT -5
Craig made it around to the far side of the car and opened the door quickly. This whole thing was reminding him too much of when the bad guy pops up out of nowhere and kills everyone. Any moment now, the man would suddenly land gracefully on the roof of the vehicle, grinning maniacally, bloodlust on his breath. Then Craig and Rae would both die. Fortunately for Craig, he managed to shut his door after entering the blue vehicle. He sat quietly, breathing a bit harder than he should've been, eyes straight ahead as Rae spoke. After she'd finished, she put the car in drive and hit the gas a little too forcefully.
Craig turned to look at Rae. "Bend my knees a little more, huh?" Craig began, looking less than pleased. In fact, he appeared to be smoldering. "Bend my knees. I probably wouldn't have to if I hadn't come to New York City and gotten myself into the middle of some relationship spat of yours." Craig turned his head to look out the passenger door window, mumbling, "Bend my knees... hmph. Like I'm usually leaping off of fire escapes." Craig watched the cars pass by as Rae navigated them further away from her haven and that man.
"I don't always jump down fire-escapes." Rae said from his left. Craig turned and saw a smile on her pale, rainbow-framed face. Craig attempted to resist the smile forming on his own face as a result of his, but found himself in a losing battle. Craig turned to the window, refusing to leak out a smile. He didn't turn back until Rae said, "Let's get you back to Nevada."
"Sounds good," Craig began, "Let's take the early flight and I'll quietly, patiently listen to you explain who that was." A smile on Craig's lips, his expression still made it clear that he was interested in knowing what was going on.
Last Edit: Dec 16, 2012 11:29:14 GMT -5 by Craig Jamerson
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 16, 2012 13:16:06 GMT -5
Rae had found driving in Britain after America a difficult transition, in fact, after being taught to drive at sixteen in Chicago, with busy roads, straight lines, no roundabouts and driving on the right hand side of the road she had tried driving in Britain. For a British girl she did not like driving on British roads, and much preferred the American. Pulling passed a slow moving truck she carried on away from the city and followed the signs to the airport. Her eyes glanced from him to the mirror and back to him again as he got somewhat irritated by her advice. As she wittered momentarily about bending his knees she flinched at his cold words.
“Relationship spat?” She questioned, but did not look further than that for an answer, the words were more to herself and she shook her head. This was not a relationship spat; heck, Rae was not even sure she knew what a relationship spat consisted off. It would be easy, had she been another girl; to lose her temper and yell at him, to explode in fury and embarrassment and to spill each and every graphic detail. She could make him squirm with discomfort. Rae spun the radio dial and let the car fill with gentle music. She glanced in time to see him struggling not to smile and chuckled to herself, feeling a little bit better for not exploding her personal life in a grotesque globule of guilty gossip. She just smiled to herself and turned her mind back to the driving she was doing.
"Let's take the early flight and I'll quietly, patiently listen to you explain who that was."
“That wasn’t my boyfriend.” She told him, without looking away from the road as she joined a momentary cue of traffic in the dinner time rush. “That was my Uncle.” She sighed, pulling away as the light turned green. She did not look at him now as Rae felt her cheeks heat uncomfortably. It was her past; it did not need to be part of her- or Craig’s – present. “He’s supposed to be dead and rotting in hell.” The words were said as calmly as if she was speaking about the weather, but behind her voice was the impassioned, frightened girl that had just escaped the flat and was once again on the road and running away from the danger and horrors behind her. It didn’t help that her eyes were steely and she found herself wishing Taron had rotted in hell, tortured by the daemons he hunted for eternity.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Dec 17, 2012 12:46:28 GMT -5
Craig raised a dark eyebrow in surprise. Her uncle? That must've been why he called her Rachel; likely her true, full name. Craig took note of the fact in case it became useful later. "Rotting in hell is a boresome place to be. Likely why he's back, frankly." Craig joked, trying (probably in vain) to lighten the mood a little. "Why is he supposed to be dead?" Craig asked, keeping eye contact with Rae. Someone from her past, a relative in fact, and she was all sorts of ready to get away from him... and it.
Craig bit his lower lip contemplatively, thinking about Rae's words and the way she'd reacted to seeing her uncle again. "Is he a serial killer or something?" he guessed dramatically. Craig closed his eyes, sighed and shook his head, realizing he might come off as a little bit harsh. "What I mean is," he opened his eyes and looked at Rae again, "What did he do for you to harbor such blatant animosity towards him? If that's not prying too much."
Craig looked back at Eli, who was remaining quiet in the seat- eyes on the two Humans in front of him- oddly wondering what he was thinking for a moment before turning back to Rae. "Did I tell you about my latest splicing success?" he asked doubtfully.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 17, 2012 13:46:48 GMT -5
"No"
The word slipped from her lips in a cool manner, like icicles on bone, like death silently slinking from the darkness and into the light, her words ghosted the air. It was not instantly clear which of his questions she was answering and Rae did not elaborate further. In truth the single word that danced from her cherry-lips answered all of his enquiries. Her Uncle was not a serial killer- well, not as Craig was thinking. He was not in league with The Moors Murderer, Jack The Ripper or Fred and Rose West; he did not hunt prostitutes or young women and did not cut them into tiny pieces or hide their bodies in woods, cellars or the back-garden. She supposed on some level her Uncle was a serial killer; he, like her and her father, was a hunter of supernatural creatures. Had he been a better man, had he not sent shivers down her spine she was sure he would in fact be useful to their cause.
Finally she clarified; "Tell me about you're work, I'd like to hear about it." There was a momentary flicker of a smile once more as she glanced at him, looking at him with genuine interest, before her chocolate eyes returned to the road.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Dec 20, 2012 6:38:11 GMT -5
Craig had expected an explanation, or at least some sort of answer. When Rae looked at him and coolly denied him, he frowned. She instead asked him to tell her about his work. Craig felt his face stiffen in response. "So let me get this straight, Rae," he began condescendingly. "You hack my computer, drag me to New York City, and tell me I've got a serial killer after me. Then some guy comes to your apartment in a threatening manner and you make me crawl out of your window and down a fu-" Craig stopped himself. He was getting frustrated with the situation and it was starting to show. He turned his head straight ahead so as to not look at Rae. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer until they were at the airport.
Craig sighed, wagging his head at his lap before looking up at the road again. "You know more about what I do for a living than I know about your career," Craig told her. He raised his hands in the air to indicate quotes as he said, "Or your 'uncle' that we just ran away from." He considered her again. "So why would I want to tell you a damned thing? Especially if you're not going to explain yourself and your situation to me."
Craig mentally punished both of them. This was not how he'd imagined the trip going when he'd boarded the plane in Reno. He'd envisioned something a little more cooperative and perhaps conducive to a strong friendship or relationship; something in a positive direction. Right now, though, was hardly that. Just then, Craig's phone rang and he checked the number. Not recognizing it, he frowned as he answered, "Jamerson." His face drained of blood and his eyes skidded to Rae. "No," he answered simply. His eyes widened further and he put his phone on speaker. "Bad connection, what'd you say?" Craig asked of the caller.
The deep voice enunciated each syllable carefully as it repeated slowly in a confident voice, "I'm going to ravage and drain you."[/size][/b]
Last Edit: Dec 20, 2012 6:39:00 GMT -5 by Craig Jamerson
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 20, 2012 17:31:34 GMT -5
The phone rang and he put it on speaker phone; that lessened Rae's instinctive need to snap at him. It had been along time since she was reliant on anyone, it was along time since she had to consider others feelings or be part of a team. Since her family were slaughtered by daemons she had been alone- apart from Eli. The phone ringing put a speedy stop to her internal monologue of spiteful accusations.
She listened to the voice as it played out on speaker phone and Rae sighed. Things were now in motion, there was no going back from this point on. Pausing at lights she watched Craig for a reaction, this was his life they were trying to protect- his life they were gambling with by going back to Nevada. As the light glowed green once more she pulled away, taking the turning for the airport and following the signs down the highway, but not before she had reached across and hung-up the phone. Pressing the little red button she discontinued the connection; "You don't need to hear that sort of shit." She told him, gently, no longer looking at him; "I won't let that happen to you." Her voice angelic as she spoke the same promise once more. "Everything I've done so far has been to save your life."
Into the silence that followed, and with something of a calmer mind she spoke; "I'm a Hunter."
"-I hunt and kill the supernatural creatures on this earth who deserve to die; not because their different or mutated, but because they would kill us first." It was a big part of what made her great; she didn't just kill them, she only killed the dangerous ones. Then came the difficult bit, and Rae's voice became very quiet and hushed; barely audible over the purr of the engine. "I became a hunter when my family were murdered by daemons; daemon's worse than Tyrant Creed. My mother and little brother were tortured right in front of me. I presumed Taron- the man who came to the apartment tonight- to be killed too."
Her grip on the steering wheel became tight, knuckles squeezed white; "I want him dead and if the daemons haven't killed him then one day I hope I can face him and finish him myself." Rae confided in Craig; she'd never told anyone this before; "My uncle raped me; it started when I was fourteen."
Post by Craig Jamerson on Dec 22, 2012 9:11:35 GMT -5
She said she wanted to help him... that everything she'd done had been to keep him alive. He didn't think her to be lying. But when she announced she was a Hunter, Craig couldn't help but be uncomfortably surprised. He'd had an encounter with Hunters before; they'd tried to kill him and the friendly Shifter he'd been with. He wasn't going to judge her based off of their actions, though. It was understandable, too. Her family's slaughter had probably done wretched things to her mind.
Craig noticed Rae's muscles tense and her voice seemed to tighten. She appeared to be struggling. As the words strained out, his heart panged. Such a painful story, no wonder she was hard to get along with sometimes... though, who wasn't? He looked out the side window, not really sure what to say. She wasn't the type to go around telling people about getting raped for attention; hell, he'd had to drag it out of her kicking and screaming. He knew this was something deep, something meaningful. Yet, he couldn't make a move. He didn't know what to say to her and the more he tried, the further he got from a response. So, he remained silent and simply placed a hand on her shoulder.
The airport finally starting to come into view, Craig took his hand from Rae's shoulder and checked his phone's clock. "We'll still be able to make the first flight," he said softly, looking over at her. He went on, suggesting "Do you want to grab some food inside? It's about time we have a bite to eat."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 22, 2012 9:25:33 GMT -5
There was a part of Rae that was berating her for being weak; there was a part of her that was yelling at her for telling him, for making this journey uncomfortable, there was a part of her who knew her safety relied on as few people knowing about her job as possible and the less people who knew what happened to her the less false-pity she should have to face. Rae did not want to appear weak or useless anymore, she had done that; for so long, it was time now for her to be who she had grown into; a fierce fighter of a woman.
She cussed herself for making the conversation awkward and when he hand placed on her shoulder she sighed a little. It wasn’t necessary for him to comment; he had asked her about herself, he had demanded to know and now he knew some of it. There was so much more to her than the difficulties in her life; she was a brilliant person with a clever mind and a quick sense of humour. She had a moral compass and was generally rather shy; the last thing she wanted was to be judged on the things other people had done to her.
“We should board separately.” She told him, pulling around and joining the traffic heading to the car lot; leaving the prior conversation behind for now. Had he asked her questions she would have answered them, and she knew eventually they would unfold. He was a scientist; by nature they were a breed of people who had to have the answers and the facts about everything. But for now she was a little glad to get her mind back on the job. “If he’s watching you and sees me it might change his plan.” She explained further. “Keep Eli with you-“She added, and the dog yapped excitedly as if understanding. “-there’s a tracker chip in his collar; and a panic button on his dog tag.” She added.
Pausing she glanced at him and smiled; “You’re buying.” She reminded him when he spoke about food, but even as she became playful once more there were the darkened shadows of memories haunting her beautiful chocolate eyes.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Dec 22, 2012 9:41:43 GMT -5
Craig chuckled at that. "I said I was buying dinner, remember? It's hardly lunchtime!" He winked. "But I guess I'll cover you this time. You owe me one," he said, knowing he wouldn't cash in on it. He turned to Eli, who was alive again, and scratched his head before reaching under for his dog tag. Before evaluating it, Craig asked, "How do I activate it? Just squeeze the sides or something?" Hazel eyes skimmed over the tag, looking closely for it's tell.
After the matter had been settled and the vehicle parked, Craig stood gratefully from the car. As he pulled his bags from the vehicle's interior, he raised his voice to make himself heard by Rae. "I wouldn't have a problem with that, but what about seating? Do you think our sitting together would be too noticeable for this guy?" Craig asked. He ignored still, the question buzzing at the back of his mind... just how had he gotten Craig's cell phone number? He pushed it away again, preferring not to think about it just now. "And what kind of food do you want to eat?" he asked as he waited for Rae to get Eli and her things situated.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 22, 2012 10:10:08 GMT -5
“Lunchtime is an Americanism.” She smiled, using it as a way around the current situation. In truth she wasn’t that hungry, there was an unsettled feeling in her stomach that had her on edge; had the adrenaline going.
Her eyes followed as she plagued Eli’s collar, the dog trying to lick Craig’s fingers in distraction. He seemed more energetic once more now the car had stopped. Like a child, Eli tended to fall asleep when the vehicle was in motion. She pulled the car into an empty lot and then showed him the small indents on either side of the silver bone-shaped tag. “Just squeeze those.” She told him, gently. It might have seemed like a curious thing, but in truth, she had had a tracker put on Eli’s collar after they’d been split up in London. She had missed the dog, and had since them built a little micro-chip for his tag which meant she would always be able to locate his ware-bouts. Several times since its installation it had been useful for them. The panic alarm was a different story; it was built for her own use, of course, and rung though to the emergency services. As of yet, she had not needed it.
She rose from the car and stretched, letting the dog out and watching him dance off, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. Leaning on the roof of the car for a moment she answered his question. “I think on the plane, seating will be fine. It wouldn’t matter, strangers get put together all the time…Go to the cafeteria and buy yourself some lunch; I’ll join you when I have the tickets sorted out-“ He was either going to enjoy the James Bond like secrecy of the next few minutes, of the act and the play of strangers or he was going to hate it. Either way, it was for the best.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
She grabbed her bag, shouldering it, and smiled at him; “Don’t forget Eli.” She told him, taking her cellphone from her pocket, checking it and placing it back once more.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Dec 22, 2012 11:57:11 GMT -5
"Right," Craig replied and whistled. "Come 'ere, poochie," he instructed. Eli was too busy sniffing around the neighboring car's tires and watering the former rubber trees. "Lovely," Craig said, making no effort to stop him. One does not simply stop a peeing dog from peeing. No, he would be patient. While waiting, he grabbed the leash out of the back seat. When he'd returned, Eli had finished and Craig clipped the leash onto the cooperative dog. "Good boy," Craig rewarded with a pat. Standing, he gently tugged the leash. "Let's go."
Everything went smoothly with no hiccups. He had ordered a foot-long chicken bacon ranch for them to split and consequentially discovered another mutual interest with Rae. After gathering their tickets and boarding passes and going through security, they'd sat together in business class and small talk was made. Craig took a power nap and (upon waking) ordered his assistant to get the now-arrived bulbs installed immediately. Craig sent some specifications for placement. A short few hours later, they were landing in Reno.
The Volvo parked outside of Gattaca Labs close to the door in a reserved parking place. Craig shut off the engine. "This is it," he announced. The building was white and simple; composed of jagged corners and geometric angles. It appeared very clinical. After exiting the vehicle, they took the sidewalk to the left and followed it to the side door where Craig typed in a long string of numbers and swiped a card. A loud clank was heard and Craig pushed the door open, holding it for Rae and Eli. Just inside was a plain staircase that led to the second floor; Craig's lab. He opened the door, leading the way inside. The second floor was tiled in clean white ceramic. The area was arrayed in a grid pattern with 25 workstations. To the left was an assortment of beakers, chemicals, and other scientific paraphernalia. Just ahead, a glass wall extended from the brick; seemingly a holding area with a few stainless steel tables, chairs, and other rudimentary things. To the right, an office with the blinds closed; 'Dr. Craig Jamerson' etched into the glass of the door. There were 10 people inside bustling about to install long bulbs in the walls. "What do you think?" Craig inquired curiously.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 22, 2012 12:43:19 GMT -5
While he had slept on the plane she had sat back, put headphones in and got lost in her thoughts. Rae went over it all in her head; what she was doing here and why. The answers had started off as reasonably simply, of course, she was here because she wanted the vampire dead, she had been following him for several weeks and had countless mega-bites of footage of him that she had collected. A creature like that should be put down and it was her duty to do so, of course. But when Craig became involved this venture became personal. It felt like so long ago when she had first hacked into his computer and got his attention, but she had done so because he had the right to make a decision about what was happening to him. He had the right to be protected, and she happened to feel it her duty to make sure he didn’t get killed because of everything that had happened last time she had been on the West Coast. Was there more to it than that? Rae wasn’t sure; he was grumpy, arrogant, he demanded to know things about her and he seemed a little careless with his words. But he lived up to his word of buying her lunch and sometimes she was sure there was more to the way he looked at her than just a mere glance. That thought confused her.
She had shared something highly personal with him, on his demand to do so, and as she sat on the plane listening to music and watching the land below her whizz by Rae, unfortunately, had time to reflect. Her memory painted so many pictures in her mind; the first time her Uncle had come onto her; he had come home late, had forced her hand down his trousers and had slapped her when she tried to protest. She remembered the first time he decided he wanted more than her hand, the first time he had wanted her mouth; and how he had beaten her for biting him. She remembered being tied up, the feel of his skin against hers, the rough of his firm chest, the pain in her hips. All these things filled her stomach with sickness and soon she rose to wash her face and get a grip on herself in the on-board bathroom. How had Taron found her? How had he survived the daemons and why did he insist on being part of her life?
There were more pressing matters at hand; the vampire was closing in and they were willingly walking straight into its trap, in the hope of setting her own. She wondered if Craig knew what he was dealing with. She wondered if his nerve would hold. Running her fingers through her skittle coloured hair she had returned to her seat, kicked her feet up on the big business class chair and had tried to get her brain to function on all the plausible angles.
In the car Eli had been quiet, sulking with them both for leaving him in the trunk of the aeroplane. Unfortunately that was part and parcel of the journey and the travelling they did. Rae had coaxed him on to her lap and had fed him some chicken pieces she had in her backpack; he had soon come around after being given such treats. But it meant for most of their journey, other than the exchange of small talk, she was quiet. When they pulled up to the building that didn’t change, only know she had more purpose than absent shyness. Now her eyes scouted out each corner, as they climbed stairways and rounded upon locked doors she was mentally taking photographs of the vantage points and the access areas. This place was something of a fortress, but it would not be impossible to a vampire.
Craig’s research was due to be released in another 18 hours, which meant the strike could come any time. They had to remain alert.
Shy, unnerved by the amount of people bustling around in the small office she barely heard his question. Eli nosed her hand and it shocked her into speech; “It’s…surprising.” She told him, gently; “not what I expected.” Though she had never really been to a science lab before, not unless you counted the ones at her school, so she had not really known what she expected. Already he seemed more confident here, taller and broader somehow. This was clearly his domain; so far it seemed like the right decision to come here after all. Her eyes watched the people again, anxiously, watched them replacing bulbs and light fittings. Of course, as each one was changed it grew a little darker, each fluorescent lamp working a little slower than ‘normal atmospheric light’. They also gave the room a strange purple feel, just noticeable around the edges, in the corners where walls met ceilings.
“Though I’m not sure what I really expected.” She told him gently, watching as Eli run around the room, sniffing in the directions, settling himself within the confines of the building.
Her eyes came back to Craig; this was his turf now, she’d play along with how he wanted this to go. But, before they were caught up with the rest of the world she stepped in beside him, and placed her pistol in his hand. It was a grey barrelled army calibre handgun, light and easy to fire, it was quick on the trigger but only with the capacity for six bullets. Rae took it from the pocket of her back pack and placed it into his hand. “Keep this with you? I’d feel safer for you to have it. Don’t hesitate.” She told him; “Just shoot.”
Then Rae did something unexpected; she leant up on her toes and kissed his cheek. It was plutonic, but felt like the right thing to do. It was an assurance, they would both get through this and she wouldn’t let anything happen to him. It was also something of an apology, for all the things he had accused her of in the car so many hours ago. Still, there was a double purpose, as she leant in close to him, she drew the locket he was wearing; hers (that she had given him earlier) out from under his shirt and let it sit in full view on his collar. It would give an attacking vampire a moment’s sting and a second’s pause.
“Can you get rid of everyone else here?” She added, drawing away, eyes down and searching for Eli, as she knelt to the dog and stroked his ears. They didn’t need to give the vampire opportunity for a feeding frenzy, which would make him somewhat unstoppable.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Dec 23, 2012 12:16:49 GMT -5
Craig turned his head, a quizzical look on his face. "They're not finished installing the bulbs, though," he protested. Craig turned his head back to the scene before them in time to see a young woman approach them. She had blond hair flowing freely to her shoulder blades and was wearing black slacks, a floral blouse, and a pair of pumps that clacked as she walked. Her expression was serious, made-up, and probably bedraggled under that layer of cosmetics.
She walked right up to Craig and handed him the manila envelope she was holding. "These are the order forms I signed with your permission for the installation of these lights and receipts for the contractors." She looked about at the bustling workers and continued, "Though, frankly," her gaze returned to Craig, "I don't understand why we didn't just replace the bulbs we have in place now if you really wanted a different type of lighting in here." She seemed to suddenly notice Rae and extended a hand. "Jocelyn Parker, I'm Dr. Jamerson's assistant."
Craig nodded confirmedly and addressed Jocelyn, "Because we need more lighting and we don't want to rely solely on UV bulbs in case we have a specimen that would be adversely affected... thus the separate switches, too. Thanks for these. Take three paid days off after everything here's finished and cleaned up." Jocelyn's eyes sparkled a moment and a smile split her face. "Yes, sir," Jocelyn said before nodding politely to Rae and walking off towards the back left side of the room to deal with whatever it was she had to attend to.
Craig turned around to confront Rae. "These people need to finish installing these bulbs for the trap to be successful. Since we don't know exactly when this guy's coming, a day could make all the difference and get both you and I killed. We can go into my office to talk, though. No one will disturb us in there; we can just close the blinds up." Craig gestured with an arm to their right, indicating for her to lead the way if she desired to speak with him privately.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 23, 2012 13:29:03 GMT -5
Rae watched the woman as she approached, she suddenly felt very drab in her loose fitted clothes. She felt somewhat dirty with travel and she felt very self-conscious. It was a reminder, again, of what women were supposed to look like, all beautiful and made-up. The eighteen year old girl had seen more of the world than this dumb broad ever would, and with that thought strengthening her resolve she smiled to the woman and shook her extended hand. “Maria Jenkins.” She answered, giving her hunter’s name, the name Craig had practically invented for her.
As the woman walked away again her eyes narrowed on Craig; “An assistant; well aren’t you mister cooperate?” She was teasing slightly, of course and her eyes went back to the installation workers.
“These people need to finish installing these bulbs for the trap to be successful. Since we don't know exactly when this guy's coming, a day could make all the difference and get both you and I killed. We can go into my office to talk, though. No one will disturb us in there; we can just close the blinds up."
She nodded; she could appreciate the need to finish the electrical work. “But you will have to come up with a clever way to get rid of them, science-boy.” She continued to give him this nick-name. It felt somewhat appropriate “If our… friend decides to come calling when these labs are full, then a little illumination will barely give him sunburn.” But she went into the office anyway and promptly closed the blinds as he suggested. The room was impressive, clinical and clean. Her eyes scanned around it and then came back to him; “are you still sure you want to go through with this trap?” It was time to put her business head on.
