Post by Mark Lourdes and Sean on Aug 2, 2006 8:24:29 GMT -5
Lourdes Demarche looked up through her dark hair her eyes only focused on Mark Skroce. Her wrists were raw from rope burns because she was bound to a chair. Her paled skin was laced with bruises and lacerations and although she was barely functional, she still managed to sneer and curse out insults. She was trained by the best, despite her young age.
"...Why were you trying to find out information on my wife?" Mark said, a look of desperation in his eyes. He had asked her ten times already and she hadn't said much to him.
"Prick. Your wife is dead. Off to the bin with you." SLAP.
"...Why were you trying to find out information on my wife?" Mark asked again. Lourdes simply spit out blood across Mark's face.
"I will do everything I can to protect her."
"She's dead."
"She's alive, she's at the school...."
"That's her daughter you fucktard." Mark turned around, his chest heaving slightly with panic. Her daughter? No. Evangeline. No. Robin. Robin Lavoie. Evangeline's daughter. Not your daughter, Brock's daughter. Brock Morris. Robin. Not...Oh, god...
"What's wrong old man?" Lourdes let out a large laugh, pulling at her bounds again as she attempted to struggle with a last bit of strength.
"Nothing!"
"...You've gone mad, haven't you? What'd you do old man? Do you think Robin is your wife, your dead wife?" Lourdes let out an even greater laugh. Mark felt his skin burn with embarrassment and shame. "Did you try fuck her old man, thinking she was Evangeline?"
Mark ripped into his jacket and pulled out a semi-automatic, pumping a round into Lourdes' chest. Lourdes heaved out a scream, underneath the pain of the wound. Another round, and her head jerked backwards. Another round and blood started to leak from the corner of her lips and she slumped aside.
Sean, as well as an MI7 forensics team arrived on the scene of the murder that the local police had reported after finding the young woman shot to death. She had her school identification on her, so it automatically went into the MI7's juristiction. After dealing with the detectives, Sean let out a heavy breath and ran a hand through his hair trying not to give into his frustration.
This was like stepping into the past. The young woman that they were zipping into the bodybag could have easily been his daughter, or any of his children for that matter. This was a scene and thoughts that he was now going to have to face more often being the Head of Operations again. Mark had to be put down, but he was elusive as always. Robin had went to Paris, and as a result Sean had the agents who were undercover and watching the students to keep an especially tight eye on her, but not so much so that their watchful eyes would tip her off.
Before he left, Sean called Keiko to give her an update on what had happened and to check up on the kids. It was going to be another late night.