"Staring at her isn't going to help."
Nic nearly jumped out of his skin as the sudden remark shattered his trance. He quickly gained his composure before the other man could see that he had startled the fire-caster. Declan stepped down to the platform. He scanned the still body of the girl lying on the cot. Her frame was cloaked door the sterilized-white blanket, an IV snaking from her arm. His eyes settled on his baby sister's relaxed features, eyes dancing behind her closed lids, wondering if she were dreaming.
"Guess I did one Hell of a job protecter her, huh?"
The assassin tore his gaze from Aryess and directed his vision to the boy at his side. The Brit's jaw was set, dark circles shadows his eyes. Declan wondered if he had gotten any sleep.
"There's always the risk in a mission. We all know that."
Nic sighed and clenched his hands behind his back, as if unsure what to do with himself in such a helpless situation. "What was she even doing down there? She couldn't have halted the bomb even if she wanted. Was she going to force the guard, the traitor who never surfaced, to disengage it?"
"I guess we'll have to ask when she wakes up."
"Yeah," Nic agreed, not bothering to correct him. Doctor Xian had warned them both the possibilities of Aryess never waking up. That she could relapse. Her life was on the line until her body and mind decided they could cope with the trauma.
"Of course, we still have to catch the bastard who had the bomb planted."
This time, the Brit nodded, agreeing without reserve.
"Good, then I'll be sending a diving squad out to the Queen Emma. I'd like to send my cadets, Jace and Ivara, in order to toon them how to investigate a crime scene. Plus, I myself of course. And Alek..."
"No, not Alek. I'll go myself."
"But he has a good eye. And is a strong swimmer." The blonde was now staring hard at the fire-caster, who still had his deep blue eyes trained on hie protégé. "Is there something I don't know?"
"I think, he.." Nic stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I think Alek needs a little time to recover. He's seemed distant lately, distracted. And after the other night... I don't think he will be of much help. I'd rather Aleksander stick around and get some rest."
"Would u like me to talk to him?"
"If u think it'd help."
Seeker nodded, "Alright. At 1100 hours meet the cadets and I at Happy Harbor dock. I'll have that talk with our troubled Russian the volgende time I see him." He took one last glance at his sister, then nodded to the Brit and left to gather his trainees.
"We'll find them, Wings," Nic spoke to the girl. "We'll find them, and we'll make sure they get what they deserve."
Nic nearly jumped out of his skin as the sudden remark shattered his trance. He quickly gained his composure before the other man could see that he had startled the fire-caster. Declan stepped down to the platform. He scanned the still body of the girl lying on the cot. Her frame was cloaked door the sterilized-white blanket, an IV snaking from her arm. His eyes settled on his baby sister's relaxed features, eyes dancing behind her closed lids, wondering if she were dreaming.
"Guess I did one Hell of a job protecter her, huh?"
The assassin tore his gaze from Aryess and directed his vision to the boy at his side. The Brit's jaw was set, dark circles shadows his eyes. Declan wondered if he had gotten any sleep.
"There's always the risk in a mission. We all know that."
Nic sighed and clenched his hands behind his back, as if unsure what to do with himself in such a helpless situation. "What was she even doing down there? She couldn't have halted the bomb even if she wanted. Was she going to force the guard, the traitor who never surfaced, to disengage it?"
"I guess we'll have to ask when she wakes up."
"Yeah," Nic agreed, not bothering to correct him. Doctor Xian had warned them both the possibilities of Aryess never waking up. That she could relapse. Her life was on the line until her body and mind decided they could cope with the trauma.
"Of course, we still have to catch the bastard who had the bomb planted."
This time, the Brit nodded, agreeing without reserve.
"Good, then I'll be sending a diving squad out to the Queen Emma. I'd like to send my cadets, Jace and Ivara, in order to toon them how to investigate a crime scene. Plus, I myself of course. And Alek..."
"No, not Alek. I'll go myself."
"But he has a good eye. And is a strong swimmer." The blonde was now staring hard at the fire-caster, who still had his deep blue eyes trained on hie protégé. "Is there something I don't know?"
"I think, he.." Nic stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I think Alek needs a little time to recover. He's seemed distant lately, distracted. And after the other night... I don't think he will be of much help. I'd rather Aleksander stick around and get some rest."
"Would u like me to talk to him?"
"If u think it'd help."
Seeker nodded, "Alright. At 1100 hours meet the cadets and I at Happy Harbor dock. I'll have that talk with our troubled Russian the volgende time I see him." He took one last glance at his sister, then nodded to the Brit and left to gather his trainees.
"We'll find them, Wings," Nic spoke to the girl. "We'll find them, and we'll make sure they get what they deserve."
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
ID: Confidental
Age: 25
Occupation: Assassin and villian
Physical Appearance: light brunett, bronze colored eyes, 5'6"
Clothing: varies, but always wears a scarf that she can bring up to hide her identity.
Powers: door looking into her victims eyes, she can command them to do as she pleases.
Weapons: Doesn't always carry one, but she is skilled with a sword.
Personality: vengeful, focused, feisty
History: Unknown.
Relation to Team: actual relation is a secret, but she seems to have a hate for fire-casters...
Name: Johnny (classified)
Alias: Gage..
Age:16
Powers: Black/Dark Magic, Teleport, Shape Shift, and That's it..
Looks: Brown Hair, Dark Eyes, 6'1, tan skin..
Past: He has a normal past.. he dated Blade through high school... until she "broke" his heart.
He became angry and wanted vengence.. he got into some dark magic and got his powers. His family thinks he ran away.. He still thinks Blade loves him.. and has a passionate hate for Terror.
((I know its not long and descriptive sorry and I really don't think he should have a dark past :) ))
Alias: Gage..
Age:16
Powers: Black/Dark Magic, Teleport, Shape Shift, and That's it..
Looks: Brown Hair, Dark Eyes, 6'1, tan skin..
Past: He has a normal past.. he dated Blade through high school... until she "broke" his heart.
He became angry and wanted vengence.. he got into some dark magic and got his powers. His family thinks he ran away.. He still thinks Blade loves him.. and has a passionate hate for Terror.
((I know its not long and descriptive sorry and I really don't think he should have a dark past :) ))