|Book 1: Attachments Chapter 10: Battleplans
Author: samroz 83 PM
DSICOSH. The fallout of Naomi's capture begins as Joseph confronts his failure to protect his sister. Frederic struggles to come to terms with his and the FAcilities actions in Naomi's capture when things start to go badly.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,004 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 10-08-11 - Published: 09-27-11 - id: 2956135
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Joseph lay in bed and stared at the large crack that went from left to right on his ceiling. He wasn't a drinking man; his own religious beliefs combined with a friend's death to drunk driving had made him swear off alcohol, but if he was a drinking man he certainly would've been over the legal limit now. He'd failed, that was just it. His worst nightmare was for his sister to go through a taste of what they did to him. And now God knew what kind of things they put her through. He'd only heard horror stories about how they treated fire starters. They were always a bit rougher on Superhumans whose abilities they couldn't control.
She'd be processed by now. Their father was probably playing mind games on her to get the information they wanted. If she didn't cooperate, then they'd send in people like Lisa to interrogate her and rip the information they wanted out of her mind by touch. He could only hope that she was stronger than he gave her credit for or they were all in trouble as well.
The sun was rising. Another night with no sleeping. He just…couldn't, not with the guilt that gnawed away at his chest.
"He hardly gets out of bed," he heard Jane whisper as she passed by. For such a large building, the walls weren't exactly soundproof, "But he's not sleeping, and when he's not doing that, he's pacing…and his room is decorated in floor plans. He's planning on going to get her isn't he?"
"Yes Jane," she heard Lisa say tiredly.
"Then why aren't we packed up yet?"
Lisa replied with a whisper, but he could still hear her. "Because that place is built to withstand our abilities. It was a stroke of luck that they got in and out the first time. If we try to infiltrate the place, there's a big chance that more of us will get captured and so there's too many variables to risk by going in there just yet. I think he's trying to figure out a way to get back in without risking our safety as well."
"But…I'm worried about him. He won't do anything…"
"His sister is in the one place that he was trying to keep her out of. It's a big shock."
He scoffed and turned over to face the way. If only it were that simple.
"What should we do?" Jane asked.
"Leave him alone," David said irritably, "Let him sleep, because if he doesn't, then he's going to lose strength and his actions aren't going to be the right ones.
Yeah, if only it were that simple. He couldn't even close his eyes without imagining his falling from that three or seeing his sister going through the same thing he did and then he was awake again.
It didn't matter anyway, he needed to be awake. He couldn't plan his sister's breakout if he was asleep.
Frederic was glad of his larger office that came with the promotion. It allowed him some space to set up a cot and a few change of clothes. It wasn't paranoia. He wasn't nervous that his son was going to come to him for payback. The paperwork for the next few days was going to be a pain, and he needed to stay here and deal with his daughter in case she tried to pull something. It was just better to sleep here.
He turned a corner and nearly collided with a young man that didn't even look 20, "What where you're going."
The youth backed into a wall and stared at him with his head tilted, "Are you alright, sir? You don't look so good."
"I'm fine, who are you?"
"Alex Fulton, sir. I'm…one of the new recruits."
"Ah," he nodded knowingly, "What did you do?"
"The only people that call themselves recruits were brought in here from the juvenile detention center or the prison. Its how we differentiate the new kids we trust from the ones that we don't. The ones we trust are called volunteers and you're called recruits, so why don't you tell me what you did so I can decide if I want you on this floor or not.
"Um…" the boy looked uneasily at him, "I took a car on a joyride."
"You're here for something so stupid? How old are you?"
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You should've stuck with Juvie and then went on to flip burgers, kid. It'd probably end better for you."
He didn't want to tell the kid that most of their recruits were killed. Thanks to the trust issues they were usually the ones sent out first with little training. He was doing his best to fix that but no one seemed to want to support his cause. He'd have to do what he could to make sure this kid got a desk job where he wouldn't get hurt. He still had his whole life ahead of him.
Maybe this was one kid that he wouldn't screw up, "What are you down here for?"
"Sir, Clarke sent me to tell you that your daughter attempted to escape again. She burned a guy's arm and leg when he caught her."
"How did she get out of her cell?"
"She hit the guy that came in to give her the shot and ran for it. Um…one of the guys tackled her, and in her fighting attempt, she burned him."
He closed his eyes and tried to keep from punching the wall in his frustration. Was his daughter an idiot? Didn't Joseph tell her what had happened to him? Why couldn't either one of his kids do the smart thing? Why couldn't they sit back, and just accept the fact that they were not going to get out of this situation that they put themselves in? Why did they have to make his life miserable, endanger themselves and hurt innocent people in escape attempts that had no chance of happening successfully? What did it prove? Was it just to be defiant? To be rebellious? Or did they honestly thing they had a chance?
"Alright," he sighed, "I'll handle this."
"Good, because he also said something about if you don't get her under control then you'll be demoted and she'll be thrown in the fights…"
He looked at the boy sharply, "I'm sorry, he said what?"
"Sir, I'm just the messenger," the boy backed away.
"Tell him that I'll handle it." He started to walk off
"Also, are you getting a new assistant?"
He turned while walking, "The one I have is satisfactory."
"Why?" he stopped and stared at him inquisitively "Is there something I should know?"
"I don't know sir, it's just a rumor."
"And what rumor is that?"
"They're saying that Kyrie Trent, your assistant turned in her notice today."