Special (7/?)
Title: Special (7/?)
Word Count: 2,827
Summary: All over the world, people are waking up with extraordinary abilities. Not knowing how they got them or what to do, they will soon discover that they are not alone. They are all connected. They are all special. Based on NBC’s Heroes. Various Pairings.
Links to previous chapters inside.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Disclaimer: I’m not making any money off of writing this story. It’s entirely fictional and based on the performances given in the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers and not the actual soldiers. Any ideas or phrases borrowed from the NBC show Heroes belong to the writers of that show, not me. I don’t own anything…so please don’t sue me. I wrote it for your enjoyment so…enjoy!
Bill Guarnere and Joseph Liebgott, Philadelphia, PA
Having landed in Philadelphia 30 minutes ago Bill was now driving to the Company’s building. The sooner Liebgott was secure-the better.
He glanced to the passenger seat where the Company’s latest recruit was staring heatedly out the window.
Even thought he knew from their compiled research that Liebgott was 19 years old- the impact of his youth hadn’t surfaced until now. Only a teenager could say so much by saying so little.
A teenager…only 3 years older than Babe.
He cleared his throat, but Liebgott didn’t so much as twitch. Sighing, Bill tried a different approach.
“What exactly are you so angry about?”
Liebgott scowled in Bill’s direction, “What am I so angry about? Is that a fucking joke? I mean-where do I start? How about I just found out not that long ago that I had these freaky abilities, then I get abducted-by you I might add- then I’m getting stalked by some guy from the future and now I’m practically being forced away from my friends and family to work with those same assholes who abducted me. So I don’t know-YOU tell me what I’m so fucking angry about.”
“No need to shout.”
“I’M NOT SHOUTING!”
Bill just rolled his eyes. “Friends and family my ass. Sure…you’re well liked by your peers and your co-workers. But you think I don’t know about you? Your family doesn’t give a shit what you do or where you are. When you were 14 you ran away from home for the first time and you were gone 2 whole weeks before you teacher had to report you missing. Any of this ring a bell?”
Liebgott stayed silent so Bill continued, “How many nights did you spend in juvie-knowing your parents weren’t going to come and bail you out? Your father’s a drunk and your mother’s a crack head. You’ve got everyone at your job thinking you look young for 26 and everyone at school thinking you have this perfect family. And you’re little ‘not friend’? Webster? I bet he doesn’t even know that Liebgott isn’t your real last name.”
So maybe this hadn’t been the approach that Bill had been aiming for, but he needed to prove a couple of points. One-the Company knows everything and two-there was no time to sugarcoat things in this line of work.
To Liebgott’s credit, he hadn’t snapped and he only looked mildly shocked, “How the Hell do you know all of that?”
Bill frowned at the red light he was stopped at, “The Company knows everything about you. The sooner you accept that the better off you’ll be. The reason you’re the perfect recruit? The Company likes people who know how to lie…and that no one will miss.”
Liebgott frowned and returned to looking out the window. He had to wonder. If this gig went south…would anyone miss him?
Jonathan, Los Angeles, CA
It was the perfect shot.
Both targets were sitting side by side on a couch in an apartment about 200 yards away. Well within his rifle’s range.
He couldn’t have asked for a better shot.
He put his finger on the trigger and only sighed internally when Lewis’s cell phone went off.
He didn’t bother checking the caller ID. He knew who it was.
“Hey baby I can’t really talk right now.”
“Lewis? Where the Hell are you?”
“Taking care of something. Don’t worry about it.”
“You plan on telling me what that something is exactly?”
“This really isn’t the best time.”
“Get your ass back here. Now.”
Every part of Jonathan’s mind and body was telling him to hang up the phone and take his shot. But something in the way Ron spoke…
Jonathan dropped the phone, packed up the rifle, and walked away.
It was the strangest thing…
Babe Heffron, Philadelphia,PA
He felt it went without saying that he hadn’t been expecting the reaction he had gotten from Dick. He had figured that Dick would just tell him to stop drinking so much soda. But the way he had acted…
Babe was kinda freaking out.
There was no way Dick could seriously think…nah. People’s dreams didn’t come true. Unless
they were…he didn’t know-high?
But after he had cleaned up his coffee Dick had declared he needed to go. But not before giving Babe the whole-don’t open the door, don’t answer the phone and don’t go anywhere-spiel.
Babe wondered if every teenager got that talk or if it was just him.
They hadn’t always been that bad…but things had changed since…
It had only been about 1 year but…it felt like a lifetime ago.
He remembered that it had been a Friday-and Bill usually came over to the house on the weekends so he had been excited to see his brother.
Expecting to hear the chatter of his family when he had walked in his front door…he had been
greeted with silence.
He had gotten all the way through the living room when he saw the blood trailing towards him from the kitchen…
It had been the worst day of his life…finding both of his parents shot to death in their own home. He had tried so hard to understand why they had died-who would kill them. But it had been a year and the police weren’t looking very hard anymore.
He knew he hadn’t always had the perfect family. When he was 12 years old- he had found out that he was adopted. Some people might look at him and Bill and say it was obvious…but Babe had actually looked a lot like his mom. Or…Bill’s mom.
Ever since then he had felt alienated and isolated. He had decided to change his last name in a fit of total frustration where his parents were concerned.
He had loved them both but…they had started to become distant. Not the way they were when he was younger.
Bill was an entirely different story. Maybe Bill wasn’t his biological family either but…he’d always been his brother. His protector…his best friend. And Dick well…he just fit right in.
It was almost impossible to determine when Dick had become such a vital part of their lives.
He had always attributed his parent’s distancing themselves from him to be based on two things.
First- he wasn’t their biological child. Of course Bill had told him that was stupid and never to think it again. But Babe couldn’t help himself.
Second-and much more likely, it had to have something to do with their work. Babe had no idea what they did. Only that they worked together. They didn’t like to talk about their job…ever.
In fact the only time he ever heard them talk about it was when he was younger. They used to bring people home from work to meet him…but they never stayed for long. And his parents would never mention them again.
Babe didn’t like to think about it too much. About the way they died. Dick always told him to simply remember the good times.
But it was hard to forget when Bill and Dick constantly suffocated him with attention and worry. Like they would leave and come back to find that someone had offed him too.
He was jerked out of his thoughts by his cell phone buzzing to indicate he had a text message. He opened it up.
Are we still on 4 a movie 2night?
He sighed. It was Chris. Contrary to what he had told Dick-that date was supposed to be for this weekend. He took a moment to write back.
Can’t-I’m on lockdown :(
He waited a minute before his phone buzzed once more.
Again? Do they ever let you out?
Babe rolled his eyes back and pondered how to best answer that.
Sure-just not today. How about tomorrow?
He still wasn’t sure how much he liked Chris anyway…and he had to remember that anyone he dated would be put in serious danger…cause Bill didn’t play that well with others. His phone buzzed.
I’ll hold you 2 that. I don’t wanna have 2 kidnap you!
Babe was torn between thinking that was funny and being irritated that Chris was too lazy to type ‘to’. It didn’t matter right now anyways.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
David Webster, San Francisco, CA
He probably shouldn’t have come back…the last thing he needed was to be hanging around in Joe’s apartment while some serial killer was on the hunt for him.
But he couldn’t help it. He was curious and he wanted to take a look around.
He liked to think he knew a lot about Joe-but one could only find out so much by…well the way he did. Plus people’s things said a lot about them.
He didn’t waste too much time in Joe’s living room. The only really interesting things there were the series of History channel videos piled up next to the TV.
He made a beeline to the only bedroom in the tiny apartment but paused when he passed the kitchen-seeing a shattered beer bottle on the floor. Okay…well…it was Joe’s place after all.
He opened the bedroom door cautiously-like he half expected Joe to show up and start yelling
at him for invading his space. Of course Joe was at work all day..
Webster looked over his shoulder anyways.
Taking a couple of steps into the room-he looked around. He hadn’t expected it to be so…bare,
The bed was haphazardly made, with plain sheets. The furniture was all pretty standard. There were piles and piles of books on the dresser-math books, history books-computers, mechanics, finances, German…the list went on.
If Joe could really remember everything-well then shit.
He didn’t know why but he had expected Joe’s room to be really messy. Y’know…piles of clothes
on the floor and stuff?
There was something poking out from underneath the bed that caught Webster’s eye. He knelt down to take a look and saw that it was a duffle bag.
Curious he pulled it out-surprised by how heavy it seemed.
He took a close look at it…knowing he shouldn’t open it.
Fortunately-his cell phone rang. He answered it without even looking, “Hello?”
”Webster it’s Joe.”
Webster paused, “Hey. I was just thinking about you.”
“Whatever-look I don’t have a lot of time right now. I just wanted to tell you that I’m in Philadelphia.”
“What? What the hell are you-”
“Guarnere kinda forced my hand okay. Look you just need to steer clear of my apartment! Some people are going to be coming by there to pick up some shit for me.”
Even though he knew for certain now that Joe couldn’t see him, David tried to look innocent. “Why would I be at your apartment?”
The other line was silent for a second, ”Please Web-don’t even pretend we both don’t know that answer. Shit! Look I gotta go. I’ll call you the next chance I get.”
“Wait!”
But Joe had already hung up. Shit. He was already with the man from the Company. Philadelphia huh? He’d never tried teleporting that far, but he could give it a shot.
He looked down at the duffel bag. Well now that he knew Joe wasn’t going to show up…
Untangling the string that held the somewhat dingy duffel together at the top, Webster opened it up and slowly shook some of the contents onto the floor.
The first to things to fall out were clothes…but not dirty clothes. Unopened and unworn clothes. Packs of socks, underwear, shirts. There was no way Joe had put this together since
yesterday.
Confused, David pushed the clothes to the side and shook the bag once more. The loud clunk of metal caught his attention. It was a black box-clasped shut.
His mind reeling he gave the duffel a series of rough shakes to get the rest of the items out. He felt his mouth drop at what he saw.
Three cell phones, two handguns, a plastic container of bullets, a first aid kit, a large zip-locked bag containing numerous items, two sheathed knives, a flashlight, a worn baseball cap and a tied off pillow case containing who knew what.
Trying not to let his mind overload with all the reasons Joe might have all this in one bag, he quickly grabbed the box and the pillow case.
Opening the pillow case first David actually choked a little when he was confronted by more cash than he had ever seen in one place. All of it in separate zip-lock bags based on the size of the bill.
Frantically he grabbed the metal box and pried it open.
Passports, driver’s licenses, military ID’s, birth certificates. All with different names..but only one face. Joe’s.
David closed his eyes and put his head in his hands.
Just what was all this?
Who exactly was this person he had already decided he couldn’t live without?
Ron Speirs and Carwood Lipton, Los Angeles, CA
Lipton knew how interrogations were supposed to go. He was usually ‘good cop’. But there was no good cop right now. There was only Agent Speirs.
And Lipton wasn’t used to being on this side of the table. He had a feeling this would be a less than pleasant experience.
Speirs had strolled in, taken a seat, breezily leafed through a file and then stood up once
more.
“I think you know what I’m going to ask you.”
Lipton did, “I don’t have anything more I can tell you. I just heard her.”
Speirs just glared at him, “Bullshit. How can you expect me to believe that?”
Lipton just sighed, “Because it’s the truth?”
The agent crossed his arms, “So you walked in. found her hiding in a wall and then pulled that information about New York out of your ass when only a handful of people at the scene knew about it?”
Lipton shook his head, “No it was like…I could hear people talking only..in my head. I heard her...and you…”
Speirs sat on the table next to Lipton and peered at him curiously, “Did the voices tell you to do anything else?”
Lipton glared. Sure when he put it that way it sounded crazy. He just didn’t know how to explain…
“No! It’s like I can hear people’s thoughts or something. I don’t know how to explain it…”
Agent Speirs raised an eyebrow and stood up, “Can you tell me what I’m thinking?”
“I can’t control it. It just happened.”
“Go ahead. Try me.”
Lipton shrugged, “You think I’m nuts?”
“Don’t waste my time. Now come on. I’ll think of something no one else knows…and if you figure it out- I’ll believe you.”
Lipton just shook his head but then stopped when he heard something.
no one knows about me and Compton- especially not Lewis…it he did…
Lipton looked up at the stoic agent. “You’re cheating? Is that it?”
Speirs froze.
“No one knows about you and Compton…”
The FBI agent looked over his shoulder discreetly at the one way glass, though Lipton wasn’t sure why. Then he saw the man place a hand over the microphone that was sending their conversation back to whomever was watching.
Lipton kept going, “But the bad thing is…you don’t really care about either of them.”
“That’s enough.”
Lipton stilled at the harsh tone of the agent.
Ron stared at the man in front of him, unable to believe what he was hearing. He had heard….but how was that possible? Ron was torn between being excited that this could be some sort of break in their case and being concerned about who had heard what the cop had said.
But he had every reason to be concerned. Because on the other side of the glass….Jonathan had heard everything. And he wasn’t very happy about it.
Somewhere in California
He couldn’t afford to get careless anymore. Those bullets could have been fatal. How had the police known? He had only been observing George Luz at his garage for three days…and he had been discreet.
He knew the man was special. Could control machines…and what did he do with this amazing ability? He worked as a fucking grease monkey. It was disgraceful…the man didn’t deserve his gift.
At least he had been able to discern the man’s ability beforehand. Not knowing made some of his efforts worthless. One ability he had discovered pointed him in the direction of special people. But that was all it could do.
His failure at the Tanner’s proved that he had been unable to find the right person. Both of their brains had been...normal. He would have to go back for the girl.
His shoulder would slow him down…he need to find a way to keep himself from getting injured.
And he needed a better way to find these people.
Next time: Dick has a hunch, Liebgott gets a brief orientation into the Company, we learn more about Bill’s past, and Jonathan has a few words with Speirs.
Word Count: 2,827
Summary: All over the world, people are waking up with extraordinary abilities. Not knowing how they got them or what to do, they will soon discover that they are not alone. They are all connected. They are all special. Based on NBC’s Heroes. Various Pairings.
Links to previous chapters inside.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Disclaimer: I’m not making any money off of writing this story. It’s entirely fictional and based on the performances given in the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers and not the actual soldiers. Any ideas or phrases borrowed from the NBC show Heroes belong to the writers of that show, not me. I don’t own anything…so please don’t sue me. I wrote it for your enjoyment so…enjoy!
Bill Guarnere and Joseph Liebgott, Philadelphia, PA
Having landed in Philadelphia 30 minutes ago Bill was now driving to the Company’s building. The sooner Liebgott was secure-the better.
He glanced to the passenger seat where the Company’s latest recruit was staring heatedly out the window.
Even thought he knew from their compiled research that Liebgott was 19 years old- the impact of his youth hadn’t surfaced until now. Only a teenager could say so much by saying so little.
A teenager…only 3 years older than Babe.
He cleared his throat, but Liebgott didn’t so much as twitch. Sighing, Bill tried a different approach.
“What exactly are you so angry about?”
Liebgott scowled in Bill’s direction, “What am I so angry about? Is that a fucking joke? I mean-where do I start? How about I just found out not that long ago that I had these freaky abilities, then I get abducted-by you I might add- then I’m getting stalked by some guy from the future and now I’m practically being forced away from my friends and family to work with those same assholes who abducted me. So I don’t know-YOU tell me what I’m so fucking angry about.”
“No need to shout.”
“I’M NOT SHOUTING!”
Bill just rolled his eyes. “Friends and family my ass. Sure…you’re well liked by your peers and your co-workers. But you think I don’t know about you? Your family doesn’t give a shit what you do or where you are. When you were 14 you ran away from home for the first time and you were gone 2 whole weeks before you teacher had to report you missing. Any of this ring a bell?”
Liebgott stayed silent so Bill continued, “How many nights did you spend in juvie-knowing your parents weren’t going to come and bail you out? Your father’s a drunk and your mother’s a crack head. You’ve got everyone at your job thinking you look young for 26 and everyone at school thinking you have this perfect family. And you’re little ‘not friend’? Webster? I bet he doesn’t even know that Liebgott isn’t your real last name.”
So maybe this hadn’t been the approach that Bill had been aiming for, but he needed to prove a couple of points. One-the Company knows everything and two-there was no time to sugarcoat things in this line of work.
To Liebgott’s credit, he hadn’t snapped and he only looked mildly shocked, “How the Hell do you know all of that?”
Bill frowned at the red light he was stopped at, “The Company knows everything about you. The sooner you accept that the better off you’ll be. The reason you’re the perfect recruit? The Company likes people who know how to lie…and that no one will miss.”
Liebgott frowned and returned to looking out the window. He had to wonder. If this gig went south…would anyone miss him?
Jonathan, Los Angeles, CA
It was the perfect shot.
Both targets were sitting side by side on a couch in an apartment about 200 yards away. Well within his rifle’s range.
He couldn’t have asked for a better shot.
He put his finger on the trigger and only sighed internally when Lewis’s cell phone went off.
He didn’t bother checking the caller ID. He knew who it was.
“Hey baby I can’t really talk right now.”
“Lewis? Where the Hell are you?”
“Taking care of something. Don’t worry about it.”
“You plan on telling me what that something is exactly?”
“This really isn’t the best time.”
“Get your ass back here. Now.”
Every part of Jonathan’s mind and body was telling him to hang up the phone and take his shot. But something in the way Ron spoke…
Jonathan dropped the phone, packed up the rifle, and walked away.
It was the strangest thing…
Babe Heffron, Philadelphia,PA
He felt it went without saying that he hadn’t been expecting the reaction he had gotten from Dick. He had figured that Dick would just tell him to stop drinking so much soda. But the way he had acted…
Babe was kinda freaking out.
There was no way Dick could seriously think…nah. People’s dreams didn’t come true. Unless
they were…he didn’t know-high?
But after he had cleaned up his coffee Dick had declared he needed to go. But not before giving Babe the whole-don’t open the door, don’t answer the phone and don’t go anywhere-spiel.
Babe wondered if every teenager got that talk or if it was just him.
They hadn’t always been that bad…but things had changed since…
It had only been about 1 year but…it felt like a lifetime ago.
He remembered that it had been a Friday-and Bill usually came over to the house on the weekends so he had been excited to see his brother.
Expecting to hear the chatter of his family when he had walked in his front door…he had been
greeted with silence.
He had gotten all the way through the living room when he saw the blood trailing towards him from the kitchen…
It had been the worst day of his life…finding both of his parents shot to death in their own home. He had tried so hard to understand why they had died-who would kill them. But it had been a year and the police weren’t looking very hard anymore.
He knew he hadn’t always had the perfect family. When he was 12 years old- he had found out that he was adopted. Some people might look at him and Bill and say it was obvious…but Babe had actually looked a lot like his mom. Or…Bill’s mom.
Ever since then he had felt alienated and isolated. He had decided to change his last name in a fit of total frustration where his parents were concerned.
He had loved them both but…they had started to become distant. Not the way they were when he was younger.
Bill was an entirely different story. Maybe Bill wasn’t his biological family either but…he’d always been his brother. His protector…his best friend. And Dick well…he just fit right in.
It was almost impossible to determine when Dick had become such a vital part of their lives.
He had always attributed his parent’s distancing themselves from him to be based on two things.
First- he wasn’t their biological child. Of course Bill had told him that was stupid and never to think it again. But Babe couldn’t help himself.
Second-and much more likely, it had to have something to do with their work. Babe had no idea what they did. Only that they worked together. They didn’t like to talk about their job…ever.
In fact the only time he ever heard them talk about it was when he was younger. They used to bring people home from work to meet him…but they never stayed for long. And his parents would never mention them again.
Babe didn’t like to think about it too much. About the way they died. Dick always told him to simply remember the good times.
But it was hard to forget when Bill and Dick constantly suffocated him with attention and worry. Like they would leave and come back to find that someone had offed him too.
He was jerked out of his thoughts by his cell phone buzzing to indicate he had a text message. He opened it up.
Are we still on 4 a movie 2night?
He sighed. It was Chris. Contrary to what he had told Dick-that date was supposed to be for this weekend. He took a moment to write back.
Can’t-I’m on lockdown :(
He waited a minute before his phone buzzed once more.
Again? Do they ever let you out?
Babe rolled his eyes back and pondered how to best answer that.
Sure-just not today. How about tomorrow?
He still wasn’t sure how much he liked Chris anyway…and he had to remember that anyone he dated would be put in serious danger…cause Bill didn’t play that well with others. His phone buzzed.
I’ll hold you 2 that. I don’t wanna have 2 kidnap you!
Babe was torn between thinking that was funny and being irritated that Chris was too lazy to type ‘to’. It didn’t matter right now anyways.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
David Webster, San Francisco, CA
He probably shouldn’t have come back…the last thing he needed was to be hanging around in Joe’s apartment while some serial killer was on the hunt for him.
But he couldn’t help it. He was curious and he wanted to take a look around.
He liked to think he knew a lot about Joe-but one could only find out so much by…well the way he did. Plus people’s things said a lot about them.
He didn’t waste too much time in Joe’s living room. The only really interesting things there were the series of History channel videos piled up next to the TV.
He made a beeline to the only bedroom in the tiny apartment but paused when he passed the kitchen-seeing a shattered beer bottle on the floor. Okay…well…it was Joe’s place after all.
He opened the bedroom door cautiously-like he half expected Joe to show up and start yelling
at him for invading his space. Of course Joe was at work all day..
Webster looked over his shoulder anyways.
Taking a couple of steps into the room-he looked around. He hadn’t expected it to be so…bare,
The bed was haphazardly made, with plain sheets. The furniture was all pretty standard. There were piles and piles of books on the dresser-math books, history books-computers, mechanics, finances, German…the list went on.
If Joe could really remember everything-well then shit.
He didn’t know why but he had expected Joe’s room to be really messy. Y’know…piles of clothes
on the floor and stuff?
There was something poking out from underneath the bed that caught Webster’s eye. He knelt down to take a look and saw that it was a duffle bag.
Curious he pulled it out-surprised by how heavy it seemed.
He took a close look at it…knowing he shouldn’t open it.
Fortunately-his cell phone rang. He answered it without even looking, “Hello?”
”Webster it’s Joe.”
Webster paused, “Hey. I was just thinking about you.”
“Whatever-look I don’t have a lot of time right now. I just wanted to tell you that I’m in Philadelphia.”
“What? What the hell are you-”
“Guarnere kinda forced my hand okay. Look you just need to steer clear of my apartment! Some people are going to be coming by there to pick up some shit for me.”
Even though he knew for certain now that Joe couldn’t see him, David tried to look innocent. “Why would I be at your apartment?”
The other line was silent for a second, ”Please Web-don’t even pretend we both don’t know that answer. Shit! Look I gotta go. I’ll call you the next chance I get.”
“Wait!”
But Joe had already hung up. Shit. He was already with the man from the Company. Philadelphia huh? He’d never tried teleporting that far, but he could give it a shot.
He looked down at the duffel bag. Well now that he knew Joe wasn’t going to show up…
Untangling the string that held the somewhat dingy duffel together at the top, Webster opened it up and slowly shook some of the contents onto the floor.
The first to things to fall out were clothes…but not dirty clothes. Unopened and unworn clothes. Packs of socks, underwear, shirts. There was no way Joe had put this together since
yesterday.
Confused, David pushed the clothes to the side and shook the bag once more. The loud clunk of metal caught his attention. It was a black box-clasped shut.
His mind reeling he gave the duffel a series of rough shakes to get the rest of the items out. He felt his mouth drop at what he saw.
Three cell phones, two handguns, a plastic container of bullets, a first aid kit, a large zip-locked bag containing numerous items, two sheathed knives, a flashlight, a worn baseball cap and a tied off pillow case containing who knew what.
Trying not to let his mind overload with all the reasons Joe might have all this in one bag, he quickly grabbed the box and the pillow case.
Opening the pillow case first David actually choked a little when he was confronted by more cash than he had ever seen in one place. All of it in separate zip-lock bags based on the size of the bill.
Frantically he grabbed the metal box and pried it open.
Passports, driver’s licenses, military ID’s, birth certificates. All with different names..but only one face. Joe’s.
David closed his eyes and put his head in his hands.
Just what was all this?
Who exactly was this person he had already decided he couldn’t live without?
Ron Speirs and Carwood Lipton, Los Angeles, CA
Lipton knew how interrogations were supposed to go. He was usually ‘good cop’. But there was no good cop right now. There was only Agent Speirs.
And Lipton wasn’t used to being on this side of the table. He had a feeling this would be a less than pleasant experience.
Speirs had strolled in, taken a seat, breezily leafed through a file and then stood up once
more.
“I think you know what I’m going to ask you.”
Lipton did, “I don’t have anything more I can tell you. I just heard her.”
Speirs just glared at him, “Bullshit. How can you expect me to believe that?”
Lipton just sighed, “Because it’s the truth?”
The agent crossed his arms, “So you walked in. found her hiding in a wall and then pulled that information about New York out of your ass when only a handful of people at the scene knew about it?”
Lipton shook his head, “No it was like…I could hear people talking only..in my head. I heard her...and you…”
Speirs sat on the table next to Lipton and peered at him curiously, “Did the voices tell you to do anything else?”
Lipton glared. Sure when he put it that way it sounded crazy. He just didn’t know how to explain…
“No! It’s like I can hear people’s thoughts or something. I don’t know how to explain it…”
Agent Speirs raised an eyebrow and stood up, “Can you tell me what I’m thinking?”
“I can’t control it. It just happened.”
“Go ahead. Try me.”
Lipton shrugged, “You think I’m nuts?”
“Don’t waste my time. Now come on. I’ll think of something no one else knows…and if you figure it out- I’ll believe you.”
Lipton just shook his head but then stopped when he heard something.
no one knows about me and Compton- especially not Lewis…it he did…
Lipton looked up at the stoic agent. “You’re cheating? Is that it?”
Speirs froze.
“No one knows about you and Compton…”
The FBI agent looked over his shoulder discreetly at the one way glass, though Lipton wasn’t sure why. Then he saw the man place a hand over the microphone that was sending their conversation back to whomever was watching.
Lipton kept going, “But the bad thing is…you don’t really care about either of them.”
“That’s enough.”
Lipton stilled at the harsh tone of the agent.
Ron stared at the man in front of him, unable to believe what he was hearing. He had heard….but how was that possible? Ron was torn between being excited that this could be some sort of break in their case and being concerned about who had heard what the cop had said.
But he had every reason to be concerned. Because on the other side of the glass….Jonathan had heard everything. And he wasn’t very happy about it.
Somewhere in California
He couldn’t afford to get careless anymore. Those bullets could have been fatal. How had the police known? He had only been observing George Luz at his garage for three days…and he had been discreet.
He knew the man was special. Could control machines…and what did he do with this amazing ability? He worked as a fucking grease monkey. It was disgraceful…the man didn’t deserve his gift.
At least he had been able to discern the man’s ability beforehand. Not knowing made some of his efforts worthless. One ability he had discovered pointed him in the direction of special people. But that was all it could do.
His failure at the Tanner’s proved that he had been unable to find the right person. Both of their brains had been...normal. He would have to go back for the girl.
His shoulder would slow him down…he need to find a way to keep himself from getting injured.
And he needed a better way to find these people.
Next time: Dick has a hunch, Liebgott gets a brief orientation into the Company, we learn more about Bill’s past, and Jonathan has a few words with Speirs.