Bridgette sighed and leaned back in her seat. She rubbed at her tired eyes and frowned. Her back ached and her fingers were cramped. She had spent most of her time going through files and working on getting the final bugs out of the program. Now that she had gotten most of the bugs out she wanted to do another trial run. She moved the files she had gone through to separate file folders. She set the program to run and then stood up from her seat.
"Do you want anything?" She asked Dex.
"Can you start another pot of coffee?" He asked frowning into his coffee cup.
"Yeah. I need to run upstairs and make a phone call. It will be ready soon." She said, getting the coffee ready to brew.
"Okay." Dex said, turning back towards his screen. "I'll see you in a bit."
"Okay." Bridgette said, pressing the brew button.
Bridgette stretched her back and climbed up the ladder. She emerged from the bunker and squinted against the br
Ginny wrung her hands together as she stood outside of Bernard’s office. She had done as she was told and went to meet with Ricky. She had swung by his office but he was there. She had even gone to his house but no one was there and the house was empty.Ginny was terrified of standing before him and telling him that she had failed. She knew him well enough to know that her failure would not be well received and could mean her death. With a trembling hand she reached up and knocked on the door.“Come in.” Came his gruff response.Ginny took a deep breath and sighed. Her shaking hand gripped the door knob. She turned the knob and poked her head inside. Her knees knocked together as he sat behind his desk and gave her a stoney look.
“You did great today, Marco.” Bridgette said, smiling down at the young boy.“Really?” Marco asked with a wide grin spreading across his face.Marco’s face was red showing the effort he had put into his training. His red curls were plastered to the top of his head. He looked exhausted to Bridgette which made her feel a little bad for pushing him so hard.“Yeah,” she said, ruffling his sweaty hair. “I’m really proud of you.”“Thank you.” He whispered as his cheeks seemed to grow even redder.“I mean it! You’ve gotten faster and stronger. You’ve done very well.” She said, wrapping up her hands.
Bridgette’s stomach churned again when she thought about what the undesirables were supposed to be. The whole situation was disgusting! She couldn’t help but wonder if Bernard had the same intentions for her.“What happened?” Kane asked, frowning as he came to stand next to her.“Come with me.” She whispered, turning to go inside.Kane quietly followed her back inside. Neither of them spoke a word as they descended into the bunker and sat in front of the lit up screens. Bridgette handed him some headphones and started the audio over. She didn’t know if she could bear to listen to it again.Bridgette stood in the back of the room, her arms crossed over her chest. She couldn’t think of an
“Do I know you?” He asked, frowning.“Let’s go inside and talk. I’ll explain everything then.” She said, turning to lead them inside.“You guys did well keeping my secret.” She said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.“What the hell is going on?” Machine demanded looking at the three of them.“I can see why you would have a hard time grasping what is going on since we haven’t seen each other in over eight years.” She said, taking a sip of her coffee. “After all, I look a lot different now.”“Machine, this is… it’s Margo.” Dex whispered, looking at the ground.
“Margo!” Kane protested.“Stop calling me by that name! Margo died eight years ago!” She yelled.“So you’re saying you’re not Margo?” Machine asked, frowning as he looked between them.“Using that name will just get people killed! Why do you two insist on it?” She demanded, sheathing her knife.“Because that is who you are!” Kane shouted.“Kane, leave it for now.” Dex sighed.“She’s safe here so why shouldn’t I?” He asked.“Did you forget how easy it was for us to bug Bernard’s comp
“Have you seen a seven year old little girl stand bravely in the face of evil? I have. Her eyes stayed on me even as they went down the line slitting their throats one by one, starting with my father. Down the line they went. Her head was held high even as they held a large serrated hunting knife to her throat. She didn’t shiver in fear even as they slowly dragged that damn knife back and forth across her neck like a goddamn saw. Do you know what I did? I could only sit there, crying as I tried to shield Anna from their brutality.” She said, whispering that last part.“Even then I failed.... I had been quiet the whole time, not saying a single word, clutching on to Anna for dear life. Do you think that they stopped there and just let us go?” She asked, eyeing them with fury."No! They didn’t because as soon as the
“It’s all been taken care of.” Horatio said on the other end of the phone.“Good. You’ve done exceptionally well. Are you interested in doing that other job I mentioned?” Bernard asked.“Would this have to do with the ad that you placed?” He asked.“Yes. It seems that even the best haven’t been able to locate my missing songbird.” Bernard hummed.Horatio chuckled. He knew who he was referring to. They were indeed very good, but it would seem that their prey was even better. She had to be if Fabian had failed.“It would seem that your songbird is incredibly resourceful if she was about to elude Fabian. That alone is proof that
Bridgette sighed and leaned against the porch railing. Her mind was swimming with many thoughts as she tried to get in the right frame of mind. At this point she was just hoping that all of this madness would be over with. “What’s on your mind?” Kane asked, coming to stand next to her. “I just want all of this to be over with.” She whispered, looking out into the afternoon sky. ‘I know.” Kane said, sitting on the porch steps. “Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep after this.” She whispered. “Once this is all over I might take a vacation.” Kane chuckled. He could understand how she felt. She had been dealing with this for years. There was finally a light at the end of the tunnel for her.