A Mind To Kill The Average Joe

Missing Little Pieces

Samantha was back in the building in less than three days. She was a regular case, nothing special, so the paper trail seemed to Frank. Why this little girl was all the way out here because of Beverly and Joe, was the big question. But he had his mission to complete and was pressed for time so to speak. Christopher needed to be dedicated to the organization then briefed on his role, then get trained to exicute his role. But this side quest of the mistry of Jada was putting a damper on instilling his presence in Christopher's mind. All of this is for loyalty more than anything, getting him back to the person he was before, was going to be difficult if this continued, especially if they needed his company again. 

It would have been quick. He'd help them with the girl and hopefully go off the grid after all this confusion. Beverly was like a sister to him, and she was in trouble. The video was on a need-to-know basis. All the Franks were allowed access to it because the best thing about Franks, are that people trust them, even when they know they're being played. Though there were other ranks, Frank was the sharpest knife to use,  a great asset to the organization. But there was nothing from stopping Joe and Beverly form taking off, if he gave them a chance. And by luck there was nothing to be briefed about that says otherwise about their threat and possible arrest.   But for now, all he could do, was look at Jada's file. He had to get it himself. But the room it was located was occupied and had a locked door. He made a glance through the built in window of the door and there were two people being handsy with each other in an absolute mess. This pissed him off a little. He was on his break after all. And being a bystander was not his fetish.

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Betty was going to leave the bunker in  few days or so. It was the only way  for her original code to be accepted in the system, now that the suspension had been lifted. She wanted to know more about Samantha. Ironically, she didn't risk anything knowing what she knew. It was worth it to her, even if she might make it back to her old post with the third sister practically laughing at what she's done here. She needed to meet up with Iggy to update Samantha's file, after he would leave, she'd just double check it for him. 

Iggy was already in the room typing away and against protocol. She needed to be in the room with him to supervise the transaction, or in case of any intruder's, to secure the network with her code. And burn any files with an electrical fire. She entered with suspicion. To his surprise, she was hovering over him in an unexpected appearance. He thought he had more time to fix Jada's file. He already knew what he was going to do to it, he had a copy of it from Dorian and had been thinking of an air tight way of getting his hands clean of her. But Betty was early, and nosy.  

Looking over his shoulder, something was off with the file he had in front of him. It looked like there was more to it than a record of the month Samantha had spent here. Iggy got up just to stretch. Betty's eyes followed him for just a second before returning to the computer screen. Even though most of Jada's file showed up basically blank with the title classified branded across it before, it didn't now. She thought that maybe it was an error or something or worse, Iggy wasn't who he said he was, which meant the same for Jane and maybe that's why Samantha came back the way she did. It made her resuming her rank a bit of a unneeded step to get to her file, then again it's not like Iggy was going to let her snoop around without doing something to save his own ass. She calmly reached for her taser gun, staying in her position, hoping that he didn't notice she was reaching for it. And he didn't notice, because he was busy locking the door and pulling down the hatch, hoping that she didn't notice what he was doing. 

They both faced each other, with Betty being a little swifter to do so, holding up her taser gun. Iggy flung his hands up in submission and to seem less threatening to her. There was a silence. Betty didn't know what to say. Things were suppose to be mildly interesting. But now she had to deal with someone trying to leach off of the organization or bring it down in some way. And it had to be Iggy, a cute weirdo who was such a good guy. She thought that she was being foolish, to think that of him. Just because they weren't outside playing their role, so it wasn't like people had to be fake, unless they wanted to. Iggy could see it on her face, her hesitation.  In the moment she took her breath, he lunged himself upon her, directing the gun to the sealing and pushing her back on the table. She tried to knee him in the crotch, but she lost her footing as he pushed her back, unintentionally prepping her on the edge of the table. With her feet dangling, she jabbed at him with her pointed shoes poking him randomly by his knees and thy. She got so angry at being detained and overpowered this way. The corner of the keyboard was poking her butt, the computer screen was parallel to her back and wiggling only scattered the crimpled file onto the floor. Worst of all, he looked smug about it. 

"Let, it, go." he ordered her sternly, maintain eye contact and grossly too close to her. She didn't let the gun go. Though they were both rested in this position, she stayed quite, assessing the situation and keeping a serious face. "Let it go!" he shouted as he tightened his grip on her. She attempted to head-but him. She was one inch short of giving him a swollen lip. He nudged back and kept his distance. "Just give me a chance to explain." For a moment, she believed that there was something for him to explain. "Put the gun down, and let me explain." He let one of her wrist go to gently secure the gun from her hands then rested it down an arms length away from both of them while continuously maintaining eye contact with her. Betty was a bit flustered and still a little wild with adrenalin. She was assessing the situation as best as she could. She felt like taking him down.  Frank got her attention, showing his blurred face through the thin window of the door. She had broken eye contact. Iggy swiftly resumed his grip on the taser gun, held it against her chest and pulled the trigger. But nothing happened. The safety was on. She punched him on his face, grabbed the gun by its cartridge pulling it towards her as he released it to tend to his face. He gave her space to resume her footing on the ground, with enough time to switch the safety off. 

Iggy glanced back at her holding his left cheek and hoping she didn't break his nose. Before she could take  her stance and shoot him, he tackled her to the wall. His shoulder felt like it cut through her stomach, her back spasmed forward, whipping her head back against the wall. The impact made her fire her gun at nothing and rendered her physically immobile longer than she liked. Iggy stood up straight. Her body slid down against the wall as her legs gave weigh. She had trouble breathing because of the pain. All she wanted to do was lie down to cope with the pain, get back up, overthrow him to the ground and  kick him in his soft cushiony gut, but not after punching him in his throat . Without realizing it, she was beginning to loose consciousness.

Betty woke up in the secret room below the one she and Iggy fought in. It was small and probably sound proof. One of many underground networks, but that didn't matter, she knew this place, she knew how to escape it without Iggy knowing. The only actual thing that she would struggle with, is getting herself freed from the make-shift restraints. He pulled the lace tight on both of her sneakers and wrapped it around her ankles. For her hands, he cuffed her with her own handcuffs. Lucky for her, she didn't need her hands to escape, not when he cuffed her from the front. Though frustrating , she forced one of her shoes off and was able to free her feet. Naturally, he'd lock the entrance into this little box from the outside. But that's why Jerry's supervise, so that they can lead the way out of the safe room. The one person Betty was determined to find after she got out of here was John. She realised that she was being too cocky and sure of herself when she was giving him advise about his actual mission. She thought that things wouldn't escalate this quickly with the time they had, then again, she didn't think she'd catch Iggy red handed and aggressive about it.