Word Count: 108,079
Summary of Events:
DaNiel was able to get onto a bus destined for Seattle, and since he had no one behind him or beside him, he elected to use Ty's laptop; to his surprise, the Latrodectus loaded on the laptop again, and he discovered that it was on, but didn't recall turning it on, so he turned it off. Ty, having successfully made it to the airport, was waiting for his flight, which was delayed because of an emergency landing situation in Seattle, when he recognised the face of the woman who'd chased him on the night he'd gotten the Latrodectus; he ran from her, but she got airport security to help her catch him before taking him by taxi to a military base where she viciously demanded the whereabouts of the Latrodectus . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
Out his peripheral vision Ty saw something move and turned to see the door into the room opening, which admitted a strongly-built man with golden blonde hair, piercing eyes, a rich tan to his skin, and a perfectly pressed military uniform on. If it weren’t for the military uniform Ty might’ve considered the guy fresh out of the pages of Norse myth and legend, even if he didn’t have long, flowing locks; his hair was the perfect colour for the role.
The woman continued screaming at him even as the man crossed the floor; he even cleared his throat and went ignored.
“Excuse me,” the man finally said in a loud, commanding voice that befitted his appearance.
Immediately the woman silenced, straightened, released Ty’s shirt, and turned to face the man.
“Who are you, and what are you doing?” the man demanded.
“I am Sergeant Kira Templeton, sir, and I am conducting an interrogation,” she replied.
The dark gold eyebrows above the man’s eyes rose with a sceptical arc, pulling his whole face into a thoroughly sceptical expression as they did so.
“An interrogation?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Since when do people from the technological development branch conduct interrogations?” he asked.
“Since–”
“Additionally,” he continued, interrupting her. “Since when do interrogators — even interrogators on television — scream at people, holding their shirts in their fists, calling down fire and brimstone on them?”
She stood straight, looking offended.
“Look at this room!” the man cried. “A chair is destroyed, the table overturned, and this boy is bleeding! This is no interrogation! This is an absolute disgrace and it will cease at once!”
“No!” Sgt. Templeton shrieked. “I do not have my answers and you will not stop me from getting them!”
“No Sergeant speaks to a General like that,” the man spat. “Even if I am not specifically a general in your branch of the army. Lieutenant!”
A second man strode in.
“Take this Sergeant Templeton and book her for insubordination,” the General ordered. “And also see that she personally pays for all of this damage.”
“Yes sir,” the Lieutenant replied.
He seized Sgt. Templeton by the arms and, despite her screams and protests and struggles, ushered her out of the room.
“Son,” the General’s voice sounded tender and kind. Ty looked at him and saw that his expression was softer, he looked almost like a father. “Can you come with me?”
Wearily Ty pushed himself out of the chair and the General put his arm gently around behind Ty, guiding him out of the room and into a different room that looked more like an office, with comfortable chairs, a desk, some bookshelves, and a computer.
“Have a seat,” the General said.
Ty gratefully settled down on the more comfortable chair and was startled when a subsequent scan of the room revealed that the General had left.
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