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| �Hiya, bitch, I�m back,� Kylee drawled. �Those rejects you sent after us to keep us from getting restored weren�t much good. Five minutes in a room full of very busy FBI men, not the best way to go. The toughest held out to being stepped on three times and being run over with an office chair.� �If you kill me, Aubri kills your colleagues.� She indicated the direction of her redheaded companion; the woman held more shrinking serum and was poised to douse the terrified fleas with it. She had moved quickly to defend her Mistress. �Any more of that stuff and you�ll never be able to find them for restoration.� Aubri righted the bottle for a second to get a better grip and then threw it aside. Her voice let loose with a howl and she danced around. Kylee kept her grip on Jennie so the blonde traitor could do nothing for her cherished pet. She pulled from her hand a dart and threw it aside, puzzled by the fact that there was no tranquilizer. That was when the real dart hit her in the right breast and she collapsed immediately. Both women knew it as well as the man who had fired, the drug was too strong for someone her size. �No!� wailed Jennie. �You can�t take this away from me. I was so goddamned close.� She grabbed the shrink ray and had it knocked from her hands before she could get a good grip. Kylee delivered a roundhouse kick that sent its target sprawling across the bar. She knocked over the bottle the bartender has been murdered in, a bottle with the flame still burning. It was a Molotov when it hit the floor, the impact aided by Jennie�s weight slamming down on upon it. She lurched to her feet, driven by the pain of glass shards in her spine and incendiary clothing. In a second of either panicked confusion or deliberate action, she dove headlong into the rows of bottles of the bar and hastened her consumption by flame. ******** Kylee and the agents got the fire under control and extinguished easily, but there was no nothing they could do for Jennie. Her charred remains were shipped off to be claimed by any surviving next of kin, if there were any left. Kylee had learned that Jennie had initiated her plan on relatives first. What was left of a small family had been mostly ground into carpeting weeks before or fed to family pets. Her troops were rounded up eventually and thrown into the cages in the bottom of the compound. The last few alumni were restored against Kylee�s wishes that they receive their counseling first. As she had predicted, they all committed suicide within a week. The agents were no worse for the wear, just some physical injuries that healed without trouble. The rest of the nation was left perplexed at what had happened in the capital. Rebuilding Congress and helping families grieve would take a long time and that was someone else�s responsibility. Back Home Mission 5> |