"Yes, I'll make sure about that," Derrik said into the cell phone as he finished his small supper. He rang off and motioned to Maxine, her only reaction being a look of concern. She knew what this company attracted at times. Mandrake had already attempted several very hostile take overs in the last few years. It was more than the power that would come from having one research and development company under one roof, it was the brain trust that Stewart had assembled. Some of the most brilliant minds of science, housed in the Stewart Towers in Vancouver. And often times, attacks would come.
But this time, he knew this would be something much more dangerous than a board room meeting. Over the years, he had grown to anticipate this. And he had prepared. Whenever his company would begin a high security, top secret project, he would always ensure that he was the one who became the first human guinea pig. More often then not, the developments never saw the light of day. Lesser developed projects would take the place of the major ones.
Because the scientist knew, that Derrik's alter ego needed the weaponry to deal with the things in the world that would attempt such as this.
One click of an invisible button on his cuff link, and his expensive looking Armani began to shift. Nanite technology had allowed his clothing to reconfigure their shape and look. And the look they took on now was very dark. The suit was completely black, almost looking like leather, but much stronger. His face was completely concealed, a cloak and hood completed the suit. His gauntlets held wrist consoles, allowing him to tap into security networks and see the visual display on his HUD.
He looked to Maxine, who knew of this other life all too well, and spoke in a voice that seemed dark and sinister, the opposite of what his appearance as Derrik Stewart was. "Get to safety. Make certain that you and the security officers are out of the building."
"I can take care of myself, sir..." she began in protest, but Derrik held up a dismissive hand.
"I trust you completely, Maxine. But this is the Sisterhood. Camera details have confirmed this. They have managed to circumvent every security detail except what I can see." He studied the room for a moment, confirming his own suspicions that they were most definitely alone, before pointing to Maxine. "Leave as quickly as you can. These assassins have come for me."
Maxine never said a word. She knew when Derrik was like this he was very stubborn, any arguing was futile. She reached into her jacket and removed a small pistol from a shoulder holster, nodded to Derrik and began to move slowly out of the cafeteria and down the hallway. Derrik didn't move until he was certain that she was gone. And then he looked around the room again before speaking.
"You can come out now."
A lithe figure descended from the ceiling, landing noiselessly on the tiles only a few feet from the black clad figure. "I could have killed you at any moment, you realize."
"Doubtful," Derrik hissed his reply as he moved to the double doors of the room and scanned the area with all spectrums. "But needless to say, I did receive your warning. And I have complied. Maxine should be moving out of the building now." He turned back to the blade sister. "So tell me, Sister White," his low voice grumbled to the Sister. "What is your interest in Maxine?"
"She is my sister." Her reply came quickly and evenly. Derrik had to study her for a moment to see if she spoke the truth. He only acknowledged with a nod.
"I should consider myself lucky, I would think," he stated as he moved back toward Sister White. "Miss Wollcott. Otherwise, I might be dead now."
"Doubtful," Marianne replied with a slight smirk. "You are, as I have seen and heard, very resourceful. You have kept your bargain. Now I must leave."
"Leave the sisters." It wasn't really a question, so much as a statement. And his eyes were like steel as they bore right into Marianne's very soul.
"You know that's impossible," she replied in a voice that betrayed how much she believed that idea was ludacris. "If I were to do that, they'd hunt me down to the ends of the earth and kill me. I would never have a moment's peace. I could never have a normal life."
Derrik Stewart, also known as the Mannequin, turned toward the double doors that lead into the cafeteria. His cloak billowed out as he moved. And his voice called out, low and a hiss. "You'll die, if you go back."
But this time, he knew this would be something much more dangerous than a board room meeting. Over the years, he had grown to anticipate this. And he had prepared. Whenever his company would begin a high security, top secret project, he would always ensure that he was the one who became the first human guinea pig. More often then not, the developments never saw the light of day. Lesser developed projects would take the place of the major ones.
Because the scientist knew, that Derrik's alter ego needed the weaponry to deal with the things in the world that would attempt such as this.
One click of an invisible button on his cuff link, and his expensive looking Armani began to shift. Nanite technology had allowed his clothing to reconfigure their shape and look. And the look they took on now was very dark. The suit was completely black, almost looking like leather, but much stronger. His face was completely concealed, a cloak and hood completed the suit. His gauntlets held wrist consoles, allowing him to tap into security networks and see the visual display on his HUD.
He looked to Maxine, who knew of this other life all too well, and spoke in a voice that seemed dark and sinister, the opposite of what his appearance as Derrik Stewart was. "Get to safety. Make certain that you and the security officers are out of the building."
"I can take care of myself, sir..." she began in protest, but Derrik held up a dismissive hand.
"I trust you completely, Maxine. But this is the Sisterhood. Camera details have confirmed this. They have managed to circumvent every security detail except what I can see." He studied the room for a moment, confirming his own suspicions that they were most definitely alone, before pointing to Maxine. "Leave as quickly as you can. These assassins have come for me."
Maxine never said a word. She knew when Derrik was like this he was very stubborn, any arguing was futile. She reached into her jacket and removed a small pistol from a shoulder holster, nodded to Derrik and began to move slowly out of the cafeteria and down the hallway. Derrik didn't move until he was certain that she was gone. And then he looked around the room again before speaking.
"You can come out now."
A lithe figure descended from the ceiling, landing noiselessly on the tiles only a few feet from the black clad figure. "I could have killed you at any moment, you realize."
"Doubtful," Derrik hissed his reply as he moved to the double doors of the room and scanned the area with all spectrums. "But needless to say, I did receive your warning. And I have complied. Maxine should be moving out of the building now." He turned back to the blade sister. "So tell me, Sister White," his low voice grumbled to the Sister. "What is your interest in Maxine?"
"She is my sister." Her reply came quickly and evenly. Derrik had to study her for a moment to see if she spoke the truth. He only acknowledged with a nod.
"I should consider myself lucky, I would think," he stated as he moved back toward Sister White. "Miss Wollcott. Otherwise, I might be dead now."
"Doubtful," Marianne replied with a slight smirk. "You are, as I have seen and heard, very resourceful. You have kept your bargain. Now I must leave."
"Leave the sisters." It wasn't really a question, so much as a statement. And his eyes were like steel as they bore right into Marianne's very soul.
"You know that's impossible," she replied in a voice that betrayed how much she believed that idea was ludacris. "If I were to do that, they'd hunt me down to the ends of the earth and kill me. I would never have a moment's peace. I could never have a normal life."
Derrik Stewart, also known as the Mannequin, turned toward the double doors that lead into the cafeteria. His cloak billowed out as he moved. And his voice called out, low and a hiss. "You'll die, if you go back."
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