Post by Sean Blaylock and Unknown on Nov 28, 2006 10:31:11 GMT -5
As far as Keiko and I knew growing up, we were only children. I think that's one of the reasons we had so many kids. Although Kano and Ren were never my own, I have always felt as if they were and as if their father never existed. Selfish thinking on my part, though as they've grown up they show more of Harima on the outside. I can only hope what's inside of them is more of myself and the choices they make will reflect that.
Kano is still missing. They've pinpointed his location in Switzerland and I've sent out teams to comb the mountains and forests. If anyone can find Kano, it's Brock and Ryan. There is little more I can do save leaving and searching out myself. I'm needed here. Kano isn't the only child I have to worry about. Ren, his twin seems more reserved and inside of herself than ever before. I miss the precarious smile that used to peek out from behind her lips, where as now she wears that blank, ghost-like look that breaks my heart every time I look over at her.
Brandon and I don't get along anymore as we used to. We can't seem to connect on any level since the day we were shot, and he got the brunt of what I was supposed to take. Mia is a go between, loyal to a fault and all she wants is her family together again. She tells me what's going on in his life as best she can, though she finds Brandon pushing away from her as well. Mia is more like me than she'll ever know. We break the same way, and when she leans against my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my one, I know what she's feeling and words don't have to be spoken. Brandon's gone missing by his own accord and she knew he had left this whole time. I can't be angry at her, though I can't say the same for Keiko when she finds out.
At the very least, I can be an optimist. The two sets of twins are safe, the older boys and the younger ones seem to live apart from all of this drama.
Keiko, did you ever think this was how our lives would have ended up? We were broken, then made whole, now things seem to be crumbling again. Here I go philosophizing again. Must be the triple whiskey getting to me...
To Hana, I'm simply the cook. I still can't believe she doesn't recognize me, after all, the woman did use me as a punching bag on more than one occasion. I guess she doesn't recognize me without a few bruises on my face. I relocated to Switzerland when my sleeper cell got word that Hana had left Japan and relocated here on a whim. I wondered why for the longest time while I sweated it out in the kitchens feeding the truckloads of guards and elite forces that she had assembled.
What was she protecting? Then, I saw him. I snapped a few photos covertly while delivering the doctor that was looking after him a meal. After the reconnosance guys sent me back the information, it made sense. That was Kano Blaylock laying there. Sean Blaylock's son, otherwise known to us as the enemy. I told my cell to leak the information to the MI7. I knew it would take them a few weeks to find the exact location, which seemed to fit right into the plan.
Hana is resting comfortably on her laurels when it all comes crashing down around her. My cell decends on the compound in a bloody assault, and those of us planted on the inside go about finishing the job. I've poisoned most of the food the past few weeks, and slowly but surely they start to fall like flies to a can of raid. I've only managed to spare three people from the poison: Kano, the doctor, and Yumi. She won't remember, we were so young when it happened, but she was the only one I could remember who showed me an ounce of kindness. I suppose that's enough to spare her life.
While on the outside there is blood mixing with dirt, inside I can walk through the most secure areas until I meet up with the doctor. She's been working for us the whole time, and I shoot her in the leg to put on a good show. She'll survive, and so as for if Kano lives or dies, well that's entirely up to him.
Consider it a present Mr. Blaylock.
As for Hana, I change from my white cooking smock to something more comfortable. I steal a black cammo outfit from one of the storage lockers and grab some guns and amunition. I may look like the typical blond Bond beauty, frail and helpless, but Hana had a hand in making me rough. My skin is scared from years of abuse. I've been raped, tortured, and stripped of my dignity. It's taken me years to rebuild myself and now at the age of 18 years old, I'm still just a girl but I'm more of a woman than Hana will ever be.
I have barely a clue who my parents are, though when I tortured a man who claimed to have seen my face before, he uttered something in Russian than died of a heart attack from the strain.
Maybe one day I'll find out but that doesn't matter. I'm killing perhaps the only person who knows who I really am and I will trade that knowledge for her death any day. There are going to be a lot of pissed off people. Hana had a lot of enemies that just might end up being my own when all is said and done.
Hana's already suffering from a fit of convulsions when I get there. She looks up at my body towering over her and she attempts to reach over for the gun that fell to the floor and scattered a few feet away. The woman is terrified and her eyes show it. Now, the memories come flooding back into her head and she finally realizes who I am.
"Scarlett..." she managed under her breath, with some contempt. She named me Scarlett because of how bloody my face and limbs used to be after a good beating. The name stuck.
I smirk lightly, holding the gun up to her temple and finish the job. Point blank range and it's just as I imagined it. The rage, the pain, it's all still there. Now that the job's done, my sleeper cell slips out into the night, leaving the doctor, Yumi and a comatose Kano to deal with the fallout.
A few surveillance cameras we leave behind tell the tale of Brock and Ryan's arrival to the compound, ready to fight but realizing there is no fight to be had. They would find the bloody bodies, the poisoned bodies and the body of Hana strewn across the small room adjacent to the doctor and Kano. Perhaps they would find a traumatized Yumi, and she would be reunited with the man I used to see with Hana occasionally. I think his name was Anson.
My superiors aren't going to be pleased with me, but the Collective's been going downhill ever since Magdalena Monroe took over. My next goal is a takevoer, but there are more than one people standing in my way. I didn't come this far to fall again.
I gave you a present, Mr. Blaylock. I hope you remember that when the time comes.