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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jun 28, 2012 21:07:11 GMT 1
"You listen to me, you listen to me like you've never listened to me." Claude's voice at first glance appeared shockingly calm, but to a careful ear and careful eye one might be able to tell it was a mask, hiding violent rage that was extremely close to boiling over. "There is nothing you can do and there was nothing I could have done. He got the drop on me. He knew exactly what he was going in against and had the perfect preparations. But this is what I do, I've got Hellfire and my guys looking. I will track him down, find the kid and I will kill whoever took him." A moment later his phone went off, the tone for a text message. A single beep of audio.
Reaching in the Cajun King took out his cellphone before reading the message. "New Orleans Guild have a guy in the city. He's mine." his fingers moved to text a reply, he was having a conversation with this individual.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 28, 2012 21:12:19 GMT 1
Morphia felt a rage inside of her like she'd never felt before. "What the hell is their fuckin' motive?" She nearly shouted. "How the hell did they know it was your kid, how did they know where I was?"
She pulled the IV out of her arm and stood up wobbling a bit and then standing up straight. "I thought I was paying you to protect me- to protect my son!" Morphia then felt her shoulders shaking, she hadn't even realized she was crying at this point. She wanted to scream and cry for hours and hours on end. "How could they have known?"
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jun 28, 2012 21:20:04 GMT 1
"Someone sold us out. There's always some disgruntled nurse who'll sell a guy out to make something on the side." He was going to find whichever nurse it was this time and slit her throat open. When Morphia stumbled he made no move to help her, instead sending another text message.
"I'm leaving, we've got the trail of the Guild guy. I'm going to talk to him. There's two guys outside, they'll help you pack and get you to the compound. Stay there and stay low, do you understand me?" The compound was, at public, a training facility for LeBeau Industries. In truth it was a safe house and barracks, enough supplies and defenses to live through anything short of an Armageddon....in great comfort.
The two men came in, they were clearly professionals. Professionals at what was a different story.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 28, 2012 21:58:35 GMT 1
When the men came in Morphia glared at Claude her eyes dark and full of anger. "Fuck 'em up... make him suffer." She said before letting the men help her into a wheel chair.
The nurse looked a little paniced as they wheeled Morphia down the hall, but Morphia knew Claude's resources could get her the best medical attention out there, and she knew it was only a matter of time before her own mutation got in the way of her care. Not to mention if Morphia had to watch smiling mothers and their babies, she'd be sick.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jun 28, 2012 22:32:50 GMT 1
Claude didn't need to be told twice, and then he was gone. Moving towards the elevator and when other people went to step inside he just flashed his gun and gave a disapproving look. They got the message. Soon enough he was in his car, on his own this time. The others were already out, scouring the city and their contacts for information on who had hit them.
Meanwhile Morphia's guards helped her downstairs to the parking lot, one pushing the wheelchair and one carrying her things. They arrived at the car Morphia had been brought in, the spacious armoured car. "We'll be at the compound in half an hour." informed a British sounding guard as he offered his arm to help Morphia out of the chair and into the car.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 29, 2012 0:29:20 GMT 1
Once in the car Morphia and closed up tightly she let her self sob freely. Why couldn't she just be happy? Why did life have to be so cruel. It made her feel sick and it made her hate her self more and more, she couldn't keep this child she knew it in her stomach, something was bound to go wrong. It always did.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jun 29, 2012 0:38:29 GMT 1
The guards didn't bat an eyelid at Morphia crying, in fact the one that was riding in the back with her was like a statue until she appeared to be finishing up, at which point he offered her a packet of tissues so she could dry her eyes and wipe her nose. "Is there anything you'd like prepared for your arrival?" The Compound would provide Morphia with anything she wanted. Anything. Except her baby. But anything else. From food, a special bed, drugs, some rent boys, guns.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 29, 2012 16:52:30 GMT 1
Morphia sat there silently for a time. "Just keep me updated on Claude making that bastard suffer." She didn't bother to wipe her eyes dry, she didn't even care how she looked, how she sounded. It might have been the first time in ther life that Morphia didn't care what other's thought about her. She was completely absolute in her pain, and she was going to use it as a driving force to make who ever took her baby from her suffer.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jun 29, 2012 17:10:14 GMT 1
"Of course Mum." For one of Claude's top killers, the British guard was terribly polite and professional. He was the furthest thing from the expected black boot thug, he didn't lick bloody knives or brood all the time. Sure enough just as they were pulling into The Compound he received a phonecall from Claude and as soon as it was done he turned to Morphia. "Mr. LeBeau has the Guild Assassin in a secure location and he is being processed by specialists now." There was very little that could have meant.
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Post by Morphia on Jun 29, 2012 17:22:05 GMT 1
Morphia looked up at the guard and nodded. Then her door was opened and a wheel chair was supplied for her. "Take me some where to sleep..." She said, her voice low and groggy. "I need to sleep..."
She was still feeling drugged from what ever they had given her at the hospital, and her body still felt like it hadn't recuperated from labor- she guessed it was labor, it sure as hell felt like labor. Her body was aching and she had never felt like every muscle in her body hadn't worked before- never like it felt now.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jun 29, 2012 17:55:08 GMT 1
"Of course Mum." replied the guard before stepping out of the vehicle and receiving the wheelchair that was brought for Morphia benefit. There was strict instructions on who was to be monitoring her. Whether that was due to a personal interest in Morphia or an interest in the asset that was Morphia was entirely dependent on one's view of Claude LeBeau.
The Compound was a veritable armoured community-fortress and what was visible from the sky was just the tip of the ice-berg. Morphia was brought to the living quarters for Claude, if not brought down to the floor where he would have lived. Regardless she had as much living space as a standard suburban house, it was very white and ultra-modern. Morphia might have preferred black, but white surroundings made it all the easier for her black to stand out. The Guard brought her to the bedroom and offered a hand to help her into the bed. "A doctor will be along shortly to be sure everything is as it should be. Would you like anything brought when he arrives Mum?"
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Post by Morphia on Jun 29, 2012 17:58:09 GMT 1
Morphia shook her head to tell him no and climbed into bed. SHe waited until the door shut and continued to cry.
Her emotions were already raw from the hormones of just having a baby, not to mention loosing one to a kidnapper. She wasn't even sure if her son would live- she'd not even seen him. She had no idea what he looked like, did he favor her, or Claude? Did he have her unknown parents features or his very well known parent's features. It made her hurt all the more to think about it, to ask her self why this was happening ot her.
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