Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Twenty-Five: Boze

It had been a week. A week of having Atomic strapped to that chair. A week of reading her own book to her, trying to elicit some sort of response from her.

Boze knew that Atomic wouldn't listen to a word she said. If she had told Atomic straight-up everything that Wes had done to her, she wouldn't have believed her. By reading the book to her, she'd hoped that Atomic would take some of the words as fact, and that it would jog her memory. But from what she'd seen and observed, Atomic was exactly the same as she was when Boze first strapped her to that chair; memories and all.

If she had to make a psych evaluation, she'd say that Atomic had completely blocked herself off to everything she said. That she'd convinced herself that every word Boze said was untrue to the point where she didn't even listen anymore. By this point, Boze knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere with her. There was no point in talking to her anymore. It was a waste of her time.

Heck, it wasn't even fun anymore. Without actually having any effect on Atomic, reading the passages from her book wasn't entertaining. In their last session, she'd taken off Atomic's gag, fully expecting her to yell at her but wanting to elicit some sort of reaction from her. Atomic hadn't even said a word. It was like her mind was wandering in another plane of existence from how detached from reality she seemed every time Boze entered the room.

In other words, it was time to change tactics. And Boze knew exactly what her next move would be.

"You in place?" she said into her handheld transceiver which she refused to call a walkie-talkie.

"Yes," came Chaos' reply through the static. "When will she be arriving?"

"Any second now," Boze replied. Chaos had wanted to say "over" at the end of every transmission, but Boze had banned her from doing so. It may have been the best decision she'd made in her life.

She was crouched behind the asylum she once worked in. They'd repaired the wall that Night Rider had blown in during Wes' escape, and security was tighter. You couldn't look in any of the few buildings the institute had without seeing the blue of a security guard's uniform. Not that Boze minded; they weren't trying to get in the building, after all. They were waiting for someone to come out of it.

Chaos was waiting in a car behind their target. When she saw her, she was going to contact Boze immediately, and then she'd grab her. Even if a security guard saw them, they'd be gone before they could do anything about it. The plan was simple, but it was reliable.

"She's here," Chaos' voice came in through the transmitter's speaker. "Making her way to her car."

"Is she there yet?" Boze asked.

"Finding her keys in her pocket," Chaos replied. "You've got about twenty seconds, I'd say."

Boze sprung into action. She pulled her hood over her head, making sure her face was concealed, and jogged out onto the dimly-lit streets. Why anyone would work the night shift, she had no idea. It was something she'd always tried to avoid when she'd worked there.

Dr. Sui was standing outside of her small car, ruffling around in her pockets. Boze made a beeline to her. Just when she found her keys and moved to open her car, Boze made her move and threw her hand over her mouth.

The cloth she was holding didn't have chloroform on it (that chemical was too dangerous to use without accidentally poisoning the victim), but Dr. Sui definitely thought it did, as she held her breath. She struggled against Boze's grip, but it was no use; Boze was far stronger than her, and it was quite easy to drag her back to the getaway car.

Boze quickly opened the side door and forced Dr. Sui in before climbing in herself. The second the door was closed, Chaos slammed her foot on the gas pedal. By the time the first security guard ran out of the institute, they were gone.