Biting Off More Than You Can Chew - Part Two
“The magazines here are worse than my dentist’s office.” Hitomi grumped. She felt a bit like she was in shock. Her second, and in many ways only, home gone.
Oh, she knew they’d rebuild. It wasn’t really gone. The feeling persisted however. She opted to let Buck and CJ handle interrogating the scum bag soldiers. She knew she didn’t have anything near the self control the two of them had.
She tossed the magazine back down on the table and got up. Glancing around the station once, she headed outside. Her long skirt swished and leather high-heel boots clicked on the tile as she reached the door. Through the door, she saw Jeremy and Alana arguing. “What now,” she muttered.
“You don’t look me in the eyes, Jeremy! Unless ordered to, you rarely even acknowledge my existence! We’re friends, we can still work together.” Hitomi hovered with the door half open, reluctant to interrupt.
Jeremy was silent for a while, “You don’t understand. I’ve never been good with confrontations or relationships, and Dana is good for me.”
“So? That means we can’t be friends? I thought we had this worked out.”
He looked away, “It’s not that simple. I have to go now. Please drop this.” He looked at her. Even at her distance, Hitomi heard the iciness to Jeremy’s voice. It was not like him at all. “You wouldn’t understand, and I really am not interested in sharing. I’ll be asking Buck to remove me from active duty, do not protest.”
Then he simply turned and walked away. Alana stood there, looking shell-shocked. It took Hitomi a moment to recover from the shock as well. That was wholly out of character for Jeremy, and she was at a loss to explain it.
She approached her friend and lightly laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Alana? Are you alright?”
Alana turned, her confusion warring with anger in her eyes. “You heard?” Her voice trembled, and when Hitomi nodded, she dissolved into tears, throwing herself into her friends arms and clung to her. Hitomi hugged her tight, silently cursing Jeremy for hurting Alana yet again. Like she told CJ, she’d talk to him, but she wasn’t going to be nice about it.
< ——— >
CJ stood behind the one-way glass watching the detectives question the soldier. Or try to, rather. They weren’t getting anywhere with him. When he wasn’t sitting in stony silence, he would chant “Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.” It took all of her will not to barge into the room. She promised to let them try.
Finally after what seemed like hours, one of the detectives pounded his fist on the table in frustration and they both walked out. She waited, but no one went back in. She walked into the hallway and seeing it was clear, she smiled coldly and went into the room with the soldier.
As soon as she walked in, the soldier straightened in his chair. She saw a slight widening of the eyes when he saw her, so he must have guessed who she was. Good. She wanted him to worry, even if it was only a little bit. She casually strolled over to the wall with the window and leaned against it. She stood for a while, just staring at him. She smiled thinly as he started to sweat.
“Who are you?”
She asked it quietly, with little inflection. He looked momentarily confused, but then hesitantly chanted his mantra.
“Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.”
“Why did you attack us?”
“Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.”
“Where is your headquarters?”
“Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lo-,” She was at the table almost too quickly for the soldier to register the movement. She slammed her palm down onto the table, which left a dent in the surface.
“Why did you attack us?”
The man visibly swallowed before haltingly starting his mantra again, “A-acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.”
She pushed off the table, which made the metal creak slightly and grabbed a chair. “I want you to watch me carefully.” Slowly and deliberately, she began dismantling the folding metal chair. First the legs, then the back rest. As she did so, she casually tossed each section over her shoulder. Each time she did it, he winced.
When she had only the seat left, she folded it in half. The sound was loud in the small room. She tossed the seat to the floor and leaned on the table again, this time almost right in his face.
“Now, if you don’t answer my questions, I will do that to you.”
He started talking before she had a chance to ask again.
Oh, she knew they’d rebuild. It wasn’t really gone. The feeling persisted however. She opted to let Buck and CJ handle interrogating the scum bag soldiers. She knew she didn’t have anything near the self control the two of them had.
She tossed the magazine back down on the table and got up. Glancing around the station once, she headed outside. Her long skirt swished and leather high-heel boots clicked on the tile as she reached the door. Through the door, she saw Jeremy and Alana arguing. “What now,” she muttered.
“You don’t look me in the eyes, Jeremy! Unless ordered to, you rarely even acknowledge my existence! We’re friends, we can still work together.” Hitomi hovered with the door half open, reluctant to interrupt.
Jeremy was silent for a while, “You don’t understand. I’ve never been good with confrontations or relationships, and Dana is good for me.”
“So? That means we can’t be friends? I thought we had this worked out.”
He looked away, “It’s not that simple. I have to go now. Please drop this.” He looked at her. Even at her distance, Hitomi heard the iciness to Jeremy’s voice. It was not like him at all. “You wouldn’t understand, and I really am not interested in sharing. I’ll be asking Buck to remove me from active duty, do not protest.”
Then he simply turned and walked away. Alana stood there, looking shell-shocked. It took Hitomi a moment to recover from the shock as well. That was wholly out of character for Jeremy, and she was at a loss to explain it.
She approached her friend and lightly laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Alana? Are you alright?”
Alana turned, her confusion warring with anger in her eyes. “You heard?” Her voice trembled, and when Hitomi nodded, she dissolved into tears, throwing herself into her friends arms and clung to her. Hitomi hugged her tight, silently cursing Jeremy for hurting Alana yet again. Like she told CJ, she’d talk to him, but she wasn’t going to be nice about it.
< ——— >
CJ stood behind the one-way glass watching the detectives question the soldier. Or try to, rather. They weren’t getting anywhere with him. When he wasn’t sitting in stony silence, he would chant “Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.” It took all of her will not to barge into the room. She promised to let them try.
Finally after what seemed like hours, one of the detectives pounded his fist on the table in frustration and they both walked out. She waited, but no one went back in. She walked into the hallway and seeing it was clear, she smiled coldly and went into the room with the soldier.
As soon as she walked in, the soldier straightened in his chair. She saw a slight widening of the eyes when he saw her, so he must have guessed who she was. Good. She wanted him to worry, even if it was only a little bit. She casually strolled over to the wall with the window and leaned against it. She stood for a while, just staring at him. She smiled thinly as he started to sweat.
“Who are you?”
She asked it quietly, with little inflection. He looked momentarily confused, but then hesitantly chanted his mantra.
“Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.”
“Why did you attack us?”
“Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.”
“Where is your headquarters?”
“Acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lo-,” She was at the table almost too quickly for the soldier to register the movement. She slammed her palm down onto the table, which left a dent in the surface.
“Why did you attack us?”
The man visibly swallowed before haltingly starting his mantra again, “A-acolyte Number 42210 Black Legion. All hail Lord Anubis.”
She pushed off the table, which made the metal creak slightly and grabbed a chair. “I want you to watch me carefully.” Slowly and deliberately, she began dismantling the folding metal chair. First the legs, then the back rest. As she did so, she casually tossed each section over her shoulder. Each time she did it, he winced.
When she had only the seat left, she folded it in half. The sound was loud in the small room. She tossed the seat to the floor and leaned on the table again, this time almost right in his face.
“Now, if you don’t answer my questions, I will do that to you.”
He started talking before she had a chance to ask again.
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