Lisa swallowed hard and looked for a way out of this mess. She knew she couldn't take Frederic out by herself, by all accounts while he looked middle aged and was slightly overweight, but that didn't mean anything. She knew that he was deadly, she knew that he'd faced up with some of the best advanced humans in the entire world and won. Her being able to fight him was impossible, she was just a doctor with a little bit of combat training. This was the man that fought Bernard Harving and won.
He stared at her tensely; in all the years they'd known each other she'd learned that he could hide his emotions well. She figured it was an acquired talent to learn in the job that he fought.
"Listen to me, I don't have a lot of time to explain. Clarke didn't tell anyone about coming here tonight. So I took advantage and used official procedure to call in my own team and I claimed that I found you. Right now it's chaotic out there and everyone's trying to figure out who has prerogative. Most of the guards are distracted, so if you want a head start you need to go now."
"Frederic," she stopped, trying to process what was going on, "I don't understand."
"Listen, the urge to take you in is so strong right now that I'm just about to change my mind."
"Then why don't you?"
"Because we used to be friends. I know what they'd do to you if they got you in and it wouldn't be pretty. Sure they'll tempt you with getting your old job back and it'd be nice to believe, but you have to know that they'd put you in the prison ward so fast that you'd never see the light of day again."
Lisa started walking but stopped, "You realize what this will end up costing you?"
"Yes," he said and his stature indicated how burdened he felt, "I'm very aware."
"Let's just say that I've….lost the taste for the job."
"Frederic," she started. She wanted to tell him to come with her. However she knew that wouldn't be a possibility. Joseph was restraining himself from killing her, she'd hate to think of what he'd do to the father he felt betrayed him.
"I trust you have what you need?" he nodded
"The information you came for," he said angrily, "I trust you have it."
"Um…," she shook her head, "Yes."
"Well good, I'll give you a ten-minute head start before I signal the troops that you escaped."
"Just run," He looked at the stirring Clarke, "I'll take care of this."
Lisa grabbed her coat and headed towards the door, "Another thing…um…he's a Guardian."
"Yes," Frederic nodded, "I guessed that."
"Okay," Lisa muttered in confusion and walked out the door, "What an odd day"
Natalya felt like she was moving by the time she gained consciousness again. She opened her eyes and realized that she was staring at a moving ceiling.
She tried to sit up, but a chest restraint kept her from moving.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
Her vision cleared enough to see that someo f her comrades were wheeling her outside, "We're just going to take you to the infirmary to make sure you're not hurt."
She struggled against the restraints, "Let me go!"
"No one's going to hurt you."
"Let me up!"
"What's going on?" Rhea demanded.
"We have orders to take her to the infirmary."
He scoffed, "And you have to tie her down for that?"
"Let her up right now."
Natalya pulled herself off the bed immediately after they unbuckled the restraints, "Thanks for nothing."
"You can ride back in the van with me," Rhea said as he walked beside her, "I want your report first hand, you can tell it to me on the way."
"What about the others on the team?"
"They can call in another van for all I care. I want to hear your report before you forget anything or our superiors have a chance to edit the parts they don't want me to see."
"How long are we going to wait here?" Able asked from his spot at the motel window.
"A few more minutes," Joseph said while assembling his gun.
"Jane nearly didn't make it back last time we went her to spy on those people, what other information do you expect her to get?"
"Hey, look what I found!" Jane yelled as she walked in. She dragged in a struggling Lisa and threw her hard to the ground, "I would've shot her on the spot, but it would've just drawn attention from the search party in the next alley."
"You hit her?" Joseph said incredulously. The bruise and cut lip were apparent, and Joseph prayed that she wasn't sporting any lethal injuries under her clothes.
"Of course I hit her, she sold us out."
"No she didn't," Joseph said angrily, "I sent her down to whoever ran that to get some information."
Jane stared at him, "It was a trick?"
"Of course it was a trick," Able leaned against the window, "You didn't figure that out?"
"And you couldn't tell me?"
Joseph shrugged, "If something had gone wrong, I wanted everyone's reactions to be as authentic as possible. But since Able already figured it out….I guess I should've thought of a better plan."
"Oh perfect, I beat the person who ensured my survival when I was tanked because you lied to me."
Joseph helped Lisa up, "Are you alright?"
She pulled away, "Fine."
"Did you get what I sent you down there for?"
She laughed wryly, "Everything about the facility and the best way to get your sister out of there pales in comparison to all the other goodies I found out while I was out there."
Clark jerked awake when he felt the cold water hit his face, "What on…Earth."
Frederic put the glass down and sat across from him, "Well, you and I have found ourselves in a very peculiar position, now haven't we?"
Clark struggled to sit up, but found that was impossible as his hands were completely immobile behind his back, "What have you done?"
"Don't hold out any hope on getting found. I jammed your tracking device and your cell phone is not on you."
Clarke shook his head, "Oh I'm going to kill you."
"I've always wondered why you showed an interest in my children, now that I know you're a Guardian it makes so much sense. Really, I used to blame you because of how the life of myself and my family turned out. I thought you and the Facility were forcing me to do something I never wanted to do. And I'm glad to see….that I was absolutely right. I mean…you're the people responsible for ruining the lives of millions."
"We made them better."
"People have died because of you," he hissed, "Innocent children that didn't understand, families torn apart, lives ripped away. Who gives you the right to decide to change humanity?"
"We made them better," Clarke repeated, "What they chose to do with those abilities is on their own heads. And I don't recall you complaining before…"
Frederic leaned in, "You honestly think that most of them chose what ended up happening to them? Do you think Lisa chose to be raised in the facility and have them exploit her ability? Do you think Naomi chose to blow up that apartment when she was six years old because your people kidnapped both her and her brother?"
Clarke didn't say anything.
"Well," Frederic pulled out a gun, "Honestly, I've been trying to figure out what I was going to do to you since I let Lisa go."
"You what?" Clarke demanded.
"At first, I was going to kill you, but then I realized that could be traced back to me because several people me put you in this van and leave. I know how Guardians react to the killing own and I don't want the Guardians coming down on my head as they're so apt to do. And then I remember that you bunch believe heavily in fate. You know, throw a bunch of medicine in a box and let fate decide who it all goes to. So, I got a better idea…and even though it'll bring the Guardians down on me with equal ferocity, I have to admit I like the dramatic irony in this."
He opened the van door and dragged Clarke out. Clarke hit the dirt hard and coughed when his abdomen hit a rock.
"So, I figured, why not just do this…" he shot Clark in the leg with the gun, and then he shot the other, both just inches from the femoral artery. Clarke screamed and crumbled to the ground. Wordlessly, Frederic cut the flex cuffs from Clarke's wrists and walked back to the van
"…and let fate decide if you live or not."