H3XAGON KILL3R

David woke to the pulsing pain in his head. His vision was cloudy but he could make out dim figures. Groaning slightly he tried to straighten out. Suddenly a painful jab erupted in his side. He barely was able to suppress a shout that immediatly ripped through him. Instead he bent in protecively from whatever had done the jabbing. Despite his lack of sight, though,his hearing was better then normal.

" Sam, dear," a recognizable female voice called out, " Do you have to kick him?"

So that's what it was, David thought to himself. He realized he had shut his eyes and slowly cracked one open. The world was still blurry, but much better then before. Opening the other eye he strained to look up at the source of the voice. Instead he came face to face with none other then Sam Obsten.

" Long time, no see, Agent Sinclair," breathed the psychopath, " Tell me, how long has it been scince the bust? A year, two years. Time passes slowly in prison."

" And it will keep moving that slowly if you keep fraternizing," hissed the female voice again.

Rolling his eyes, Sam turned his head to look behind him. David followed his line of vision and looked at a tall, thin, blond was very attractive, and most importantly he recognized her. He couldn't remember where from, however.

" So what if I fraternize with my victims?" Sam replied haughtily, " I like to know who I'm goin to kill. It adds to the..."

" Yes, yes, it adds to your 'thrill', the woman interrupted, " That's how they caught you in the first place. You needed to pause and TALK with you victim."

" Now wait just a..." Sam stood up.

" Sometimes you just do the deed and be done with it," the woman interrupted again.

Sam crossed his arms.

" I suppose your going to teach me," he replied.

" Oh, yes," the woman answered, her voice taking a dangerous tone.

Looking down at David she smiled. Slowly she crept to him, like a cat creeps to a mouse before the spring. David suddenly realized that he was tied up, there was nowhere to go, and he didn't have a gun. The woman kneeled down next to him. Reaching out she touched his face with ice cold hands. David felt his heart sink as all the training he ever had seemed to flutter away. He knew deep downin his gutsomething was going to happen.

" Leave him alone," a voice called out suddenly.

The woman paused and looked behind her. David did as well, looking for whoever had stopped her. Standing up, tied to the banister was Charlie, looking slightly worse for wear. Next to him, to David's relief, was Alan looking worriedly at his youngest son.

The woman stared at Charlie for a second. Casually she walked up to him, and slapped his face. David could see the tears glimmer, but Charlie didn't cry out.

" Your a very clever young man," the woman said as Charlie looked back at her, " You figured out my pattern so fast. After I spent months perfecting it."

" Well, I'm sorry about that," Charlie replied looking at her directly.

" Hey, who's the one fraternizing now?" Sam called out interrupting whatever the woman was about to say next.

Charlie watched the woman look glaringly at Sam. Then her face took on a strange look.

" Your right," she replied, " I'm so sorry."

Sweetly she took the man's arm and began leading him away.

" Let's leave these guys alone, shall we?"

Sam smiled, " I like the way you think."

" Yes, so do I," the woman replied darkly, " Besides we need to talk. We need to...consider a warning."

With that the two disappeared down the hall. David, Alan, and Charlie sat, or stood repectively and waited. After a few minutes past Alan looked up at his youngest son. He was shocked to see Charlie had gone pale white and had begun to shake.

" Charlie!" Alan called out.

Charlie didn't respond though. As he stared down the hallway. That voice. He had heard it before. He remembered now.


Don and the team surrounded the crept stealthily to the front door.

Knocking once he called out, " Dr. Monika Taon, open up. This Agent Eppes from the FBI. We want you to come out with your hands up."

A few seconds past. Don looked at Terry. No movement had come from the house. It was time to move in.

Banging down the door Don and the rest of the S.W.A.T. tema rushed into the house.A chorus of, "Clear" followed. Don walked through the house. She was gone. The real mastermind was gone, and they didn't know how to find her. Don felt his anger nearly reach the breaking point but he kept himself calm.

" Don," Terry called finally seeing him.

He looked at her, exhaustion ridden on his face. For a moment she hesitated to tell him the news.

" What is it?" he demanded.

Terry looked at him. He could see the concern etched in her face.

" Terry, what happened?" He felt his anger begin to grow.

" Don, we just got the call. Reports of shot's fired..."

" Where?" Don felt his stomach drop.

" Your house."

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