Clair de Lune

38. Fuzzy

I sipped at my coffee, the liquid sitting in my stomach and giving me the warm-and-fuzzies inside. It was nice, especially knowing that Marshall tipped a little nip of whiskey into the cup before handing it to me. Normally I'd be against any type of alcohol, but knowing that Kelvin would be coming back, I needed the pick me up.

"How's your coffee taste?" He asked, taking a seat beside me.

"Like caramel and cocoa," I sighed, "I really just want this week to be over with so we can go back to living like normal people."

"This isn't exactly living like normal people, but it's better than abandoned houses and hole-y roofs." He chuckled, taking a gulp from his mug. I followed suit, enjoying the slight disorientation that came with being buzzed.

Necro came in a few moments later, his hair damp from an early morning shower and a big smile on his face. He grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast before taking a seat beside me and digging in. Lily was awake as well, shoveling eggs into her mouth happily, and I smiled a little when Marshall reached over and ran his hand through her hair. I wondered if seeing her reminded him of his daughter.

"So when's Kelvin supposed to be here?" Necro asked.

"In about twenty minutes," Sergei said as he walked into the kitchen through the computer room door, "eat up and get ready, because he's going to want to see what you can do. After that he's going to talk with us more about his plans for PASCI."

"Oh boy." I said, chugging the rest of my coffee before I stood up and tossed it in the sink. I was wearing a low cut shirt today, showing off whatever scar and bruise lay apparent on my skin. I wasn't afraid of this man, he only stood to infuriate me.

I marched out to the training room and took up a set of knives on the wall, knowing that they were for throwing. Osiris was practicing with a similar set, each one thrown landing in the heart of a dummy. Apparently there was a basement to this place, and that's where they kept an ever-lasting supply of these things. The woman eyed me as I walked up beside her, holding the knives exactly the way she was, but just as I was about to throw one she caught my hand and shook her head.

"Hold it like this," she moved behind me, turning my wrist and slowly moving it in the way I was supposed to throw them, "and throw it in one quick swipe. If you plan on releasing one, stop moving your arm. If you release them all, time your fingers so that you let go of them one after the next."

I nodded, a silent thanks leaving my lips as I was too drained to actually speak. I swung my arm as showed, and that resulted in my knife lodging in the wall beside the dummy. With a sigh I tried again, earning a little more success as it landed in the stuffed stomach of the one ahead. My lips twitched into a smirk and I threw the last one I was holding, flinching the smallest amount as a hand reached out and caught it. Osiris pulled it back to her and flipped it around, smiling in a teasing manner as she handed it back. It wasn't until now that I'd noticed the hieroglyph across the bridge of her nose, the symbol for the letter Z etched into her skin above her freckles.

"It would've missed, so I saved you the pain." She chuckled as she handed it back, "You're not bad with these, but you'd do a little better if you weren't so...intoxicated."

"I barely feel anything," I rolled my eyes, "I just needed something to loosen me up. Can't be too mad before the boss shows up."

"He's not our boss. Marshall is," Osiris said quietly, "Kelvin is a shallow man, who's only redeeming quality is that he's more than willing to help us destroy this tyrannical business."

"I have to admit, I agree." I snorted.

I was about to throw another knife when I heard the lift turn on. It slowly began to descend towards us and I turned back around, shaking my head as I threw it. With a loud thump the knife landed in the figures head, and I called it a success.