The Infected 1: Proxy (55 page)

The speech also sounded like bullshit.

His time with Brian had been the most amazing of his life? Right. If by amazing the man meant annoying, maybe he could buy it. Anyone with eyes could tell that they weren't exactly buddies after all. Moore left, holding a sympathetic expression while he did and, thankfully, no one came in after that.

He got up and got some clothes on, a pair of sweats, carrying the armor and knife in his hand. Noticing as he picked it up the black material that the hole from the knife was already gone, merged fluidly back into the whole, not leaving a blemish or, if Jeremy could be believed, a weak spot. That was just so cool. Too bad the rest of his clothes didn't do that. It would save a lot of money by the end of the year.

The hall had people in it, but they just stood or in some cases sat on the floor, waiting for something. Bridget ran to him, grinning when he came out, jumping up to kiss Brian lightly on the mouth before he could stop her. Karen walked over quickly and gave him another hug and so, to his surprise, did Christian. Her eyes filled with tears when she held him, but she didn't let go. Other people noticed, but no one asked what the situation might be. Brian nodded to himself. She knew what the situation was, of course. Uber-telepath. It was hard to remember how much she must know about everything around them all the time.

Really, he should learn to just ask her when he needed to know something. At least if it was work related.

After a while he looked around and smiled trying to make it seem warm and friendly, knowing he probably failed. No one noticed that as far as he could tell at least. That or people were cutting him extra slack, as if the fight today had been any different than the four others he'd had in the last week. He hadn't even been hurt that badly this time, thanks to the medical staff.

"I'm headed back to my room, if I can find a doctor that will sign me out?" Brian said this loudly, hoping one of them would hear.

Burrows walked around the corner quickly and waved him away, one eyebrow raised.

"Hurry and do that. I swear, you bring more trouble to my floor than any ten other people, Yi. I'd ban you, but then who would we bet on in the break room?" She walked over to him and patted him on the arm.

Brian grinned at her, feeling more genuine this time and left, followed by several people, as if they thought he might not make it back alone. He smiled and hugged them if they wanted him too, not really needing that for himself at the moment, just wanting to be alone for a while. His chest ached a little, but he'd felt worse. Recently even. Brian tried to be pleasant to everyone, but sent them off one by one as the group worked its way down the hall, and only took Penny, Marcia and Karen into the elevator. They rode in silence, two floors down, to nine. He turned suddenly and kissed Karen on the cheek and pushed one for her before they got out.

"Business stuff right now. But I'll meet you tomorrow for breakfast at your room... Say around seven?" He sounded wistful even to his own ears. Really Brian couldn't help but wish that them going to breakfast meant something different, not just him coming to hang out after sleeping alone all night. She kissed him back and nodded.

"Don't forget!" She waved to him as the door shut.

Turning he took both the girls by the hand and led to his room. Becky raised her eyebrows at him and crossed her arms. "Stepping out on my sister already? I should have known..." She laughed, knowing what he really had in mind.

"Let's all take a shower. Don't worry, there's enough room. Are the showers in your rooms like this? Mines freaking huge." He led them into the bathroom, pulling Penny along by the hand chuckling. Marcia pulled her clothes off without asking why, just assuming there'd be some reason that made sense. Either that or she expected them to all get it on and didn't mind the idea nearly as much as Brian would have thought.

Interesting.

Still, it was most likely the first one. Marcia would do anything to get her job done. Probably even sleep with everyone in the place if that seemed like the best way to accomplish whatever her task was at the moment.

Getting his own clothes off Brian looked at Penny and smiled. She looked reluctant, but pulled her shirt off, with her back turned. She had a sports bra underneath it and, looking over her shoulder at Marcia, and removed that too, taking all her clothes off before she turned around. Brian tried not to stare at either of them. After all, this wasn't about that, it was all about work. Still he noticed that both shaved their legs and under their arms, but Marcia took off all her body hair it looked like. That or didn't grow it at all, which was possible given her powers. Penny looked nervous, so he took her by the hand and hit the light switch, then moved to the shower and turned the water on. It warmed within seconds, and he needed to turn the heat down a bit before they all got in. Once they were all in he closed the glass doors he leaned into Marcia, pressing his upper body against hers and gently wrapping his right arm around her shoulder.

"Do you think this will keep us from being over heard? Do the cameras have night vision and stuff?"

She giggled and kissed him, a bit more warmly than he'd figured she would, which caused him to wonder if she'd gotten his reasoning yet.

"Yeah, it should work well enough. Clever getting us both into the shower with you like this. Right after a life threatening situation too. No one will even notice... Psychologically speaking it's pretty normal to have sex after something like that, healthy even... what's the situation?" Her voice stayed soft and serious, but she pressed her breasts up against him the whole time. He reached out until he felt Penny, hitting her stomach with the back of his hand lightly, working over to her shoulder and pulled her close to him too.

"We need to start collecting data about something called Alpha squad. Here's what I know so far." He filled them in quickly sharing everything he'd been told by the director and what he'd noticed himself. It didn't take long.

"I doubt that even sneaking around we're really going to fool anyone, but the fewer people involved the less likely they are to go after our friends... Maybe. I'd say to just get with Director Moore, but I don't know if they're watching him or not. For all I know one of them could be in here with us listening right now. From what Moore said most of them had to be at least class six, maybe higher. So, if you're willing to help... Not that I know where to look... It's probably best If I'm not directly involved. They came for me once already, so they might notice if I was the one digging."

Marcia nodded and buried her head into his neck. "Got it. Penny and I can take it from here, I think, if she's in? She might have to pass info through you directly, but you can both meet in here for that. OK, now, someone wash my back for me and then we can go. I think we've been here long enough, if we're just servicing Brian at least. In the future we'll probably want to take a little more time." Her voice held a grin, but Brian soaped her up and tried not to get too familiar with her in the process. No need to push it when this meeting place seemed like it might actually work for a while.

Penny, hugged him before they got out and whispered in his ear. "I may have something else for you soon, but... if it's what I think it is, I'm going to need you to promise not to hurt anyone, all right?" She didn't wait for an answer or give him any hints.

He couldn't imagine why she'd be afraid he might hurt someone, at least if they weren't attacking someone else. If they were, would Penny really want him to hold back? He didn't think so. Once out he dried off and gave each of them a kiss on the lips, trying to make it look good enough that no one watching would think anything of it. Well, other than what they wanted them to think.

Marcia kissed him back passionately and so did Penny, even though the cameras wouldn't see it at all. She giggled at him after she did it. "That was fun, we should do it again soon..."

He remembered then that any listening devices would pick her up on audio, even if Marcia couldn't hear her standing four feet away. Really, there had to be some way to use that so that Penny could talk to people more normally. Maybe some kind of time delayed recorder system? If he got a chance Brian decided to check the idea out. The more contact Penny had, the more friends, the easier life would be for her.

They both left directly, with only enough hugging and kissing to sell the whole thing as being more than a clandestine meeting, as they headed out the door.

Brian looked at the clock and realized why he felt so tired, it was after midnight, and he'd gotten up early. He put his armor on, just in case and slept with the knife and a nine millimeter sitting on his bedside table. He did it fitfully, tossing and turning and dreamed of slicing his own chest open all night, waking up occasionally feeling like his heart was open to the air, even though it was sealed up solidly.

In the morning, still tired, he got himself up, showered again, this time with cold water to wake himself up and dressed for breakfast, hoping Karen wouldn't have forgotten him already.
When he arrived Robert and Georgia walked out just as he got to Karen's door. They both seemed nervous when they saw him, so he smiled and shook hands with Robert and accepted a hug, a very friendly embrace that involved a slight bit of very enthused grinding from the woman, even though he didn't know her very well. Pixie he recalled... her powers involved sex somehow and so did her first mode. That explained the hug at least.

Had they just been visiting Karen? Georgia had a reputation and Robert was good looking, way better than Brian, if a little straight laced seeming. He shrugged. Not his business even if Karen had slept with them both, regardless of the fact that the idea did leave him a little jealous. The few times he'd met them they'd seemed like nice people at least and if that made Karen happy, well... good. She deserved that.

Brian knocked on the door which had closed as the others came out, possibly to give Karen time to tidy up or whatever. She came right to the door, looking nervous and almost panicked when she saw him. He just hugged her and asked if she was almost ready.

"Um, Brian?" She sounded so tentative he wondered if she was breaking up with him, which given the fact that they weren't really even going out seemed a little premature to him. He steeled himself anyway and tried to keep everything in perspective. She didn't owe him anything and this time, possibly for the first time in his whole life, when the girl broke up with him they could still really be friends. Brian tried to remember what had happened with Penny, reminding himself not to be a douche about the whole thing. The situation was hard and Karen deserved to be happy.

"Rob and Georgia were just telling me something and, well it's not good... I promised not to tell you, not just you - anyone else - yet... But, when you hear, will you promise not to hurt anyone? I think... well, you might feel obligated to and it's a mess, but I don't think violence will fix it..."

That both Penny and Karen had asked him almost the same thing in the same way baffled him, but he told her he'd try.

"Why does everyone keep thinking I'm all violent? I know I fight a lot, even kill people, but that's not me, not really, I mean I'm doing it, but all the others have to do is stop trying to kill people and I could go back to working in a factory, or I don't know, switch to team one and go play oboe on tour to show how wonderful we all are? Maybe grab Tobin and start a band? OK, anyway, I kind of thought you were going to tell me that you were sleeping with those two, they looked so nervous when they left. For the record, it's already been established that you can sleep with anyone you want. It would make me jealous, but hey, I'll live, and honest, I won't get all violent over it." Brian shrugged and let his hands come up. "I might pout a little. Just a heads up there." He made it playful and she seemed to get it at least.

She kissed his cheek and shook her head. "Not yet and not with them, though I've always liked Rob... And Georgia has certainly offered to have sex with me often enough... This was all about that other thing. Let's go to breakfast, silly!" Pulling him around by the hand she took him off to the restaurant down the hall.

Brian found out what the mysterious problem was later, the next day, when the explosions started.

It started at about ten-thirty in the morning, staccato thunderclaps without regular pattern coming from above. Brian sat on his bed and felt the room shake, like an earthquake or nuclear weapons going off. Dust shook out of the ceiling, a fine powder of white, plaster and bits of tile. Things went silent for a second, ten seconds, and then it started again. The last time he'd heard anything like it, Prime had been trying to kill him from about five feet away.

This was louder.

Not knowing what was going on he grabbed his knife and the guns from his closet, and headed for the stairs. The elevators would be faster, but it seemed like they might lose power if they were under attack. As if to prove the point, lights began to go on and off in the hallway, the bulbs flickering each time the building shuddered. At the stairwell he ran, as fast as he could, worried about the chest wound, but not enough to stop him from traveling quickly.

Moving carefully, Brian watched for attack, which meant covering each exit door with the pistol in his right hand as he passed it. Brian nearly shot Soar and Dave as they burst out of the one on fifth floor. He pulled the weapon up and out, so that if it went off it wouldn't hit more than dirt and rock backed wall. Neither of them knew what was going on either, so they all ran, Soar falling behind almost instantly, her short legs and long arms slowing her on the stairs. Her tan skin turned a red color as she moved, Brian saw. Dave nearly matched him in speed, but wasn't being as careful at the doors as he should be. Possibly counting on his powers to protect him, whatever those were. For all Brian knew the guy was invulnerable or immortal or something. A power like that would be so cool, Brian thought as he ran, scanning the world around him intently.

On the third floor a half dozen agents joined them, surrounding the director, who had on a bullet proof vest and a helmet. Both black and new looking. Strange over his suit jacket, a bit of tie sticking awkwardly out the top. Lancaster stood just in front and to the right of the older man as they moved.

Brian looked at them and realized that his armor was better than theirs, which looked like standard police issue. Going up the stairs a few steps, he half turned, keeping his focus on the stairs above them. Without turning around he called out instructions.

"Right. I'll lead, agents around the director. Soar, if you and Dave would guard the rear? I don't know what's going on... anyone?" He said this while running, having to slow down so that the whole group could keep up, leading them up, only one flight of stairs in front of them, so he could call out if need be, getting them to stop, or even run away while he covered them. The whole group was too close together, but short of sending one person per minute out, that was pretty much what had to happen. If someone lobed a bomb down the stairs, they were all dead this way, but so far so good.

Fast trumped careful sometimes.

Of course, if you got a choice, doing both kind of ruled. Brian focused on the doors as he passed them, willing them to open up on him, if there was a problem, instead of the others.

When he got to the first floor he heard the fighting on the other side clearly. People screamed and fought in a way he'd never heard before. Energy blasts punched holes in walls, at least one fire arm went off, and the explosions... Being closer he realized they were the sounds of people hitting each other, not bombs going off at all.

He kept going. Anything that hit that hard was too much for Brian to handle, he and the others needed to get out if they could. On the lobby level the front half of the structure had been collapsed somehow. He could see daylight through the structure, but doubted he could move any of it. Maybe climb through eventually, but not while getting the director out that way too. The guy was a bit bulky and slow.

Looking at the manmade Brian shake his head. Four odd months ago he probably had thirty pounds on the man and here he was thinking of the director as bulky? A little rich.

Dave saw the situation and simply asked everyone to step back, his mechanical sounding voice pleased. Then without hesitating at all the blue man walked through the rubble, clearing it out of the way. It tried to fall on him, but seemed to repel away as he moved, never touching him no matter how heavy the debris was. Useful talent, especially given the situation. He made a corridor that everyone else could just walk through. The ceiling was gone, so at least there was nothing left to drop on them. When they cleared the building an agent he'd never met suggested they get away from the building as fast as possible. The man sounded calm, but everyone else ran on hearing it, so Brian did too, calling for Soar and Dave to do the same. Felicia couldn't move on the ground very fast maybe, but took to the air, moving past everyone else in less than a second, even while they all kept running.

Just as they got about a hundred meters away, the front of the building exploded outward, taking part of the ground with it. Prime flew out of the mess of debris, taking to the air instantly. Half a dozen others came out too, right behind him. Lauren was in the lead, moving with speed that almost baffled the mind, faster than Brian had ever seen from her, her body turning into a black and brown smear of color. She screamed inarticulately as she followed the path Prime set, throwing things at him.

The rest of team two seemed to be following her, except Soar and Dave, who were staying by the Director. Team one followed shortly after, holding a beaten and bruised looking Charlot Chambers as they moved. At first Brian wondered if Prime had done it to her, the left half of her face beaten into a swollen and bloody mess, clothing torn from fighting and covered in blood. Then he saw how she tried to struggle out of the grasp of the men that held her, demanding they let her go.

So probably not another Scott issue?

Watching carefully Brian waited, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. Prime was downed by a slab of steel reinforced concrete thrown by Lauren, who expertly jumped back at some signal Brian missed, so that Charles and several others could strike at Scott with energy beams of one kind or another. Stones suddenly rained down, coming out of nowhere it seemed, some as big as Brian's head, most hitting Prime, but some bouncing off the ground and striking others standing too close. Some power he hadn't even heard about before? The rocks weren't concrete bits and just appeared above them as far as he could tell. They looked well rounded, like river stone, but dry.

Charlot screamed, inarticulate in her rage and was suddenly enveloped in a white light, which threw everything, not just the people holding her but even the ground at her feet, away with great force. It left her on a small pedestal about six inches high, in the middle of a crater, about six foot across. The men stirred - still on the ground - showing they were alive, one of them, Argos, getting up almost as if nothing had happened. The other guy moaned for a bit, injured badly enough that he didn't want to rise it seemed to Brian. Charlot aimed her hands at the people attacking her husband and opened fire. This went on for almost a minute until Lancaster took aim at Charlot's head with his side arm.

Suddenly a small blur moved in front of the large man, twisting the gun away and knocking Lancaster to the ground with a single blow. The weapon went flying away, a nice, very long arc pattern to it. Brian's eyes finally made out what was there. Bridget. Red hair a mess, as short as it was, the dress she'd been wearing, her nice green one that made her look about twenty, no more than tatters, feet bare. She'd been crying hard enough her eyes were red and at least one person had hit her at some point, the fist imprint clear on her cheek. The fist had been small, so it wasn't Prime. He liked to backhand people anyway, which was probably linked to his huge ego. That left a totally different kind of mark.

Tobin started singing to Charlot causing her to fall to her knees, disoriented, but unhurt. At the same moment the Director held a hand out to Bridget and called her name, the girl spun on him angrily.

"Shut up! If you lie about me again, I'll kill you!" She lashed out at the agents around him, not hitting any of them, which had to have been on purpose Brian realized. The girl may be small, but she knew how to fight and even armed, none of the agents would have stood a chance against her if she'd wanted to hurt them. So she wasn't being driven to kill yet by whatever this situation might be. That was something at least.

Slowly Brian walked over to her as she swung at the men and held his arms out for a hug. With most people it would have triggered either the out of control person avoiding him, thinking it a trap, or lashing out at him in anger. Bridget wasn't most people. She hit his chest with hers arms wrapping tightly around his neck, and started talking so fast Brian could only just make out what she tried to say.

"They're lying about us! Saying that daddy and I... and mom, that we did things... Gross stuff! I didn't and no one touched me or anything. Ever! We were just starting to get along like a real family and then everyone does this... Why do they all hate me? Why are they lying about me? About us? Why?"

It took Brian a minute to get the whole story and one of the agents to fill in the blanks, but he finally got it. People had been watching Bridget, because she'd been acting funny, similar to when she'd hidden having sex with people in the past. They got footage of her having sex with Prime, while Charlot stood by, watching. Everyone had gone earlier to confront them with it, but Prime denied it, so did Charlot, and a fight broke out. They'd left Brian out of it fearing he'd hurt someone. The idea made Brian want to laugh for about half a second as he looked at the mess behind him.

"All right. Bridget, please... stay here. I'll be back soon. I hope." Brian turned and walked over to where the fight was taking place, where everyone with the ability to do it pounded on Prime as hard as they could, knocking him into the ground over and over again. As Brian got closer debris started hitting him in the face and head, he squinted, but kept walking. When Brian got to Prime, he knelt, the man panting in rage and pain where he struggled to stand, his legs not able to hold him up any more, burns and blood all over them. When Lauren moved in to kick the golden man, Brian shifted into her path.

"Move Brian, or so help me I'll-" The armored form spoke, her voice harsh, filled with rage and tears of her own.

Shaking his head Brian held up his right hand. "Wait!" He yelled loudly. "I can't prove it at the moment, but there's a chance that this was set up by someone else, no matter what the evidence is saying. The most important thing right now is that all the accused parties are claiming innocence. We owe them at least enough concern to see if this is real or something planted to, well, most likely to get this to happen. So, here's what we're going to do. Prime is now in my custody, Charlot too. Mark?" He turned to look at the man who had appeared beside him instantly.

"If you would, could you and..." Looking around he saw an unfamiliar shape in the sky, circling over head. "Soar, guard Bridget please? No matter what else is going on she's not a prisoner, but she may need protection..."

Or babysitting, which he hoped they understood. Mark nodded and moved instantly to the small girl, seeming to teleport to her side, waving to try and catch the attention of the flying form above them.

No one attacked at least, which was a good sign, considering how pissed most of them still looked. Keeping his body between Prime and team two he asked them to back away. He added please to it, hoping no one would feel too unreasonable, since there were some real powerhouses in the mix and Brian doubted he could stop them if they decided to attack, leaving only the threat of his blood on their hands as a deterrent. There were a lot of them and he only had so much blood.

"Now, raise your hand if you're calm enough to do something productive?" He raised his hand, and so did Dave, and a woman that looked normal, if a little plain, a bit square and boxy, her face flat and expressionless. Kel, he'd heard her called. They'd met briefly at Bridget's party.

"Good, Dave, Kel, you're in charge of search and rescue. We need to check the building for survivors and injured. Requisition anyone you need. If they can't calm down enough to work... Send them to me." Brian almost winced, that last bit had sounded like a threat, rather than the gentle suggestion it was meant to be.

Dharma appeared suddenly, making him afraid that he was about to go somewhere else, but she pointed behind them, where a man the same color as the background walked quickly toward the prone man at Brian's feet, holding something that looked like a camouflaged club.

"Daniel, he's tough, but not normally aggressive. Not that I blame him right now. How can you bear to back Prime? If I had substance I'd totally be kicking his ass too. I mean, his own daughter?"

Not answering, Brian turned and pointed at the man.

"Daniel, I need you to be in control of yourself for now. We can test for guilt here, we have people that can do that, let's not give in to anger right now only to find out it was the wrong move. Plenty of time for that later, right?"

The man stopped, breathing hard, like a bull ready to charge. He threw the club down, letting it turn into the pipe it was and raised his hands, backing away. "Fine, for now," he told Brian, normal color returning to him as he backed off. "But if I find out they did that to Bridget..."

Prime aimed one of his energy blasts at the man, which Brian stepped in front of, hoping it wouldn't kill him. His armor didn't stop energy blasts at all, just kinetic force. It was a moot point, because Scott realized what had happened and the nimbus or darkness around the man's fist died.