Saturday, August 25, 2012

Cloak & Dagger - Episode 11

Cloak & Dagger
Episode 11
by Toni Walker

Ethan Fairchild in The Legacy's mission:
Cloak & Dagger
Ethan Fairchild could feel his body crashing. The sterile walls of the Legacy facility swirled in a bizarre kaleidoscope of fractals. The floor, doorways and office furniture jumbled in his vision causing his equilibrium to leave him. He could feel the electronic surge effecting his nanites, increasing their capacity.

He knew something was wrong but his body had stopped functioning. He felt stuck in place, his feet glued to the dirty tiles in the hallway. Like a car with its steering wheel locked up, Ethan maintained a robotic stance, frozen in place, for many minutes. And when his legs would no longer support his weight, his body collapsed.

Senses were the only functioning aspect of Ethan's body. He could almost mentally picture his brother, Kevin's, GPS tracker. All Legacy agents had one embedded in their shoulder. Every agent except him, that is. The nanites had disabled it as soon as they'd been introduced to his system back in Bulgarian ten years earlier.

The GPS signal was like a throbbing warning light, warning him to stay away from the tech. Ethan didn't know why. It was almost as if he could sense the nanites intentions. They opened themselves up when he was weak and they were in control.

Ethan's mind drifted into an almost dream-like state as Legacy personnel hefted his body onto a gurney and wheeled him into the infirmary.

The lights of the operating room faded as a technicolor meadow loomed before him. He forgot he shouldn't be able to smell the grass or feel the wind, but it was as if he was truly standing there in some sort of false heaven.

On a blanket in the middle of a field sat a young girl no older than eight. Her dark hair rustled in the breeze. From afar he could see she was playing a game of cards. As he approached he could tell it wasn't playing cards in her hands. They were tarot cards. But it was the back of the cards that drew his attention and had him taking a step back. The cards were decorated with the image of Madam Zoltan.

"Where did you get those?" he asked.

"They're a special deck. My grandmother made them. She was a gypsy in Romania."

As Ethan focused on the Madam Zolton face, he was transported to another place, a dark alley, a city in the middle of the night. The streets were vacant. And only sounds of distant traffic disturbed the silence. It took a few minutes to realize in this reality, he could only watch and not interact.

The haunting voices of young boys shouting insults niggled at the back of his psyche, vapors from a past long forgotten. A boy of twelve or fourteen cautiously watched the shadows as he made his way through the darkened narrow streets of a nameless European city. His navy logo-less t-shirt and dark jeans melted his image into the night.

He was very good at avoiding the obstacles in his path. The boy easily evaded two guards positioned around a darkened theme park. When he came to a chain-link fence, the boy pulled a pair of wire cutters from his bag making an opening only large enough for his small body to fit through.

Once inside where there was a bit more illumination, Ethan realized where he was and exactly who the boy was.

That young boy was him!


Bette didn't know where she was going in why this is happening to her. She got the photographs, cyphers and notes from the kitchen table shoving them into messenger bag along with her identification, bank records, and laptop. She had a feeling her apartment might not be here when she got back.

She ran to a local restaurant downtown that was up for sale. It was a locale she had used once in the past. No one could connect her to it. She felt safe hiding out there temporarily.

The first order of business was to find out who Jacques Dupree was and exactly who it was that had warned her.

Once she had her laptop set up in the restaurant's office she did a search for the phone number of the person who had warned her. The search came up with nothing.

It was a burner phone registered to John Smith. Someone was definitely covering their tracks.

Bette got as far as she could with the computer searches. All she was coming up with was a big fat zero.

She stared at her reflection in the ornately decorated bathroom of the restaurant. Her eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, not exactly a great look for her. On the back of her arm was a red patch in the shape of a square, exactly the size of the dissolving patch they used to subdue suspects. Could someone knocked her out? Plus those things had a nasty memory erasing function. Exactly how much of her memory had been compromised?

* * *

Talking to Agnes Edgington, the housekeeper, wasn't the problem. Getting her to her was. Faith had been to the estate a few times as a child, but she didn't have clear recollections of her time there.

There was only one door in the library and that was the only option they had at the moment. Fouts worried about the amount and location of guards. It was a statistic Fergus couldn't readily supply. This fact annoyed Fouts. He didn't like going forward practically blind. The trio slowly open the ornate door and hid in the shadows. All the curtains were closed giving the interior and more black appearance. They waited for a few beats. When I heard no movement out the door, the three of them made a break for the hidden hallway only the servants used. Daniel found it ridiculous people treated each other this way in today's day and age. But it was obvious Chandelor Knight believed himself above the law.

The secret hallway was vacant when they stumbled inside. It was also a very narrow passage, barely wide enough for the width of a man's shoulders.

"Can't you call labor board? Don't you have a union?"Faith asked. "This is like eighteenth century thinking. You're all practically slaves."

"We feel lucky to be employed by a man such as Mr. Knight. This is only a temporary situation. Once we get rid of Liz, everything will go back to normal," Fergus said.

"I wouldn't bet my bottom dollar on that."

* * *

Bette Marsden studied the files and photos from the table in her apartment. The one of the man in shadow interested her the most. She scanned the image into her computer and began manipulating it in Photoshop. She gave the image more brightness and found the man's face clear enough for an attempt at photo recognition. She connected to the Legacy's database to make the comparison. Thus far she had access to Legacy resources, but if they realized she was going out on her own her access might be nixed.

The search came back relatively quickly. This man might be someone the Legacy really valued. Two men stared back at her from the computer, both were identical in appearance.

"Ian and Ethan Fairchild. Interesting," Bette mumbled. "Sons of the director."

She studied the photograph again. Whichever Fairchild this was, he was being taken prisoner. Getting back the son of the director might be profitable, and she needed funds quickly.

Bette noticed a landmark in the background.
She knew that mountain. It was in southern Bulgaria.

It took only moments decide. She was going to Bulgaria to retrieve a Fairchild and cash him in for a wealth of dough.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Ten Little Spies - Episode 9

Episode 9: Surprise, Surprise
by Toni Walker

Ethan Fairchild and Octavia Kassoff in
Ten Little Spies
Alison Corday wasn't sure how she'd gotten herself into this mess or exactly what was happening. All she had done was try and seduce her twin sister's partner. That wasn't so bad, was it?

How she had come to be here, she wasn't sure. She only had one man's word on that. The man named Mackenzie Gray had told her she'd been kidnapped from the Legacy's infirmary. But that didn't make sense. Her last memory before coming awake was lying on Jared's bed awaiting his return from the bathroom.

She wasn't completely sure she could trust this Mackenzie character. As far as she could remember, he was a vague figure from her past, a very vague figure. Of course, he was cute and therefore she remembered him, but whether he was a good guy or a bad guy remained to be seen.

Alison needed more information if she was going to deal with this on any level. Maybe what she needed right now was an old-fashioned seduction. Mac was handsome enough, so it wouldn't completely turn her stomach to extract information out of him.

The only problem was -- when would they ever be alone?


Looking for answers, Bobbie Sullivan stumbled over the body of Gia Doyle -- literally. "Oh, my God!" he whispered. "What are you doing here?"

If Gia had been discovered by any other operative, she would have been dead or worse.

There weren't many people he could trust in the Legacy ranks, but he knew of one he could count on. Bobbie paged the man's number.

"I'm in Section 3B. You have to help me. It's Gia. There's something wrong with her. Give me a minute and I'll have Jeffrey loop the security cameras so your identity is safe."

A fifteen minutes later, Dr. Mitch Grayson appeared to assist Bobbie.
"What happened to her? he asked.

"I don't know," Bobbie admitted. "I just found her like that."

Mitch was beyond paranoid. He had learned to be that way since becoming a doctor at the Legacy infirmary. He began removing Gia's clothes and giving them one by one to Bobbie.

"What are you doing?" Bobbie asked somewhat embarrassed by Gia's state of undress.

"You know as well as I do that they could put a tracer on anything. I'm just playing it safe. I want all of us to be alive in the morning." After removing her clothes, he slipped a hospital gown over her head. "Get rid of the clothes. I don't care how. Just do it."

Bobbie and Mitch went their separate ways. Mitch carried Gia a short way. She was so pale. He'd never seen her look like death before. He was more upset than he could express. He and Gia had and on again, off again relationship. He had enjoyed it for years. Seeing her like this was killing him.

"I'm very sorry about this, Gia," he whispered, as he placed her inside his car and sped away leaving Bobbie alone on the mountain.

Bobbie ran after Mitch's car. "Wait! Wait!"

What in the hell was going on? Bobbie suddenly had a terrifying feeling that Mitch may have just kidnapped Gia. No, he thought, trying to convince himself. Mitch was his friend. But he had gotten to the mountain awfully fast, almost as if he had been expecting his call.

Before Bobbie could contemplate on the situation any longer, someone came up behind him. It was Ethan and a girl he had never seen before. Ethan elbowed Bobbie in the face and he fell to the snow-covered ground.

"That should take care of him," Ethan said.


The room where he found himself was unfamiliar, but that didn't seem to matter much considering he felt like five kinds of hell. He wanted to speak, but couldn't find his voice.

What happened to me, he wondered.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," a voice said with too much enthusiasm. "What's it like on the other side?"

Jared Quinn held his head in his hands. "Other side?" What was this person talking about? And who in the heck was this person?

"Officially, you were clinically dead for just under three minutes. And I'm sure glad you're back cause Mac would have been so PO-ed if you'd croaked."

Jared didn't recognize the voice and didn't know if he wanted to. The man sounded looney tunes. "Okay, spill. White light? Long tunnel? Loved ones meeting you? What? What did you see?" Echo asked, curiously.

"Wha...? Nothing. What are you talking about?" Jared finally opened his eyes wide enough to take in the entire room. "Where am I?

Echo stared down at Jared in concern. He wasn't aware that his appearance made him look extremely suspicious. His black hair with bright yellow streaks seemed more appropriate for a drug dealer or maybe a comic book animator.

"It's a safe house. Mac brought you in, you know, to be... safe."

Jared closed his eyes to stave off the ache that was building inside his head. "Who's Mac?" He didn't realize he'd said the words aloud until the punk-haired kid answered him.
"He's one of the good guys."

Jared sighed. He didn't think he was going to get a straight answer anytime soon, so he attempted to get up. Big mistake. Every ache in his body sprang to attention.

"Whoa there, partner," Echo cautioned. "We're not exactly sure what drug you were given, but until we find out, I think lying down is a good option."

Jared refused to give into the pain. Every muscle fought him but he knew he was more than his body. He was more than the pain.

He was halfway across the room before Echo made an attempt to stop him. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

"Get out of my way, kid!" Even in his present state of agony, Jared was able to knock the boy across the room with the swipe of one hand.

Echo fell to his hands and knees. Damn, he hated it when the operatives became troublesome. He licked the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth then reached for the cell phone in his pocket. This was definitely a job for Mackenzie Gray Super Spy, because he had had enough.


Now was the time.

The kid had disappeared somewhere in the safe house. She and Mackenzie were alone. It was time to put her plan into action, but how? This place wasn't exactly conducive to a seduction scene. Thread-bare sofas, dripping faucets and frigid temperatures were all she had to work with.

"God, it's freezing in here," Alison muttered. "When are you going to get me those clothes you promised me?"

The man across the room probably didn't know the meaning of the word clod. Men like him were born furnaces. Mackenzie glanced up from the make-shift tactical area he and Echo had arranged.

"There's a blizzard coming. We'll have to make due with whatever is in the house."

Alison sniffed in indignation.

"A gentleman would lend me something of his own to wear."

Mac's eyes thinned to slits. "I never said I was a gentleman. This was not working at all. She had no clue how to even approach this man, much less seduce him. Maybe her idea wouldn't work after all, considering what a chicken she was.

"Mac, we've got a problem." Alison could hear Echo on Mac's wireless headset. It was so quiet in the room, his voice seemed to resonate.

"What is it?" Mac said gruffly, never taking his eyes off the computer screen.

"What do you want first? The bad news or the even worse news?"

"What's wrong, Echo?"

There was a brief silence then Echo's voice returned. "Jared's gone. He practically gave me a concussion getting away. But that's nothing compared to what's coming."

"Just spit it out, Kain." Mac's eyes trailed to Alison's slight frame sitting on the sofa.

"You know how this safe house is at the bottom of a mountain? We'll the authorities have scheduled a controlled avalanche this evening. One problem... well, make that two. According to their stats, this cabin is abandoned and since the land it's on belongs to the county..."

"They're going to flatten it?"

"You got it." Echo sighed. "The other problem is that Gia is still up there on that mountain trailing our friend Mr. Fairchild. We've got to warn her."

Mac raced from the room leaving Alison completely alone. Now she was never going to seduce that info out of him.


Octavia watched as the moonlight glinted off the silver firearm.

"Vhat do you vant," Octavia asked, her Russian accent becoming thicker due to the late hour and the previous actions she and Steven Webb had been involved in before Irish Quinn thrust a gun in her face. She was very tired of having to watch her back 24/7. When did a girl get time off for herself?

"Isn't it obvious?" Irish's eyes glittered with not only evilness but pain. "I've come to invite you to be my personal guests to a dinner party."

Octavia and Steven rose slowly from the bed where only minutes before they had been lost in each other's arms.

"What's this all about?" Steven asked, his hulking form an almost even match to Quinn's.

"My employer would like to invite you to his get together. If you had been a good little spy and died when that candle exploded, we wouldn't be needing a personal meet and greet." Irish waved his gun toward their clothes. "Now get dressed. We have a little trip to make."

Octavia didn't know about Steven, but she wasn't going to hang around and let a wise ass lead her to some sort of personal slaughterhouse. She didn't reach for her clothes or a gun. She knew she was trained better than he was by both the KGB and the Legacy's elite force. He didn't know who he was dealing with.

She stood perfectly still as Irish waved the gun at her again. Her stance slightly tilted and like a cobra attacking its prey, Octavia struck Irish with a kick to the throat.

He staggered backward, his eyes watering. Steven reached for his gun, but even in his discombobbled state, he still knew to keep a hold of his weapon. Irish pointed the silver Glock at Steven.

"You do that again, and loverboy here, buys it."

Octavia didn't know the meaning of the word stop. And she hoped Steven didn't either. She thrust a few jabs at his gut while Steven reached for a lamp and smashed it over Irish's head. The man toppled to the floor. Even before he hit the carpet, Steven had his gun.

"Ve have to get out of here," Octavia said. "They know where I am."

"They? Who are they? And who are you, come to think of it?" Steven dressed quickly as did Octavia, but she didn't feel the need to answer his questions.

Before they grabbed supplies and set foot outside Steven's hidden abode, he reached for her. "Aren't you going to tell me what's going on?"

"No." Her one word answer held all the venom she had for whomever had sent their attack dogs after her. "We leave, now."

Octavia reached for the curtain to check her exit route when Steven opened the door. "Vait!" she cried.

A gun sounded and Steven toppled to the floor. He had a tranq dart in his leg. She should have warned him that they needed to be cautious, because whomever they were dealing with were strictly professional.

She had her Beretta in hand ready for her attacker, but the person who walked into the room, wasn't whom she was expecting. "Marian?"

"Hello, Octavia. Surprised to see me?"

Octavia had to admit she was definitely surprised. Octavia would have never suspected that mousey Marian would even have the courage to hold a gun much less shoot one.

"Vhat are you doing here?"

Marian Noble had dust and dirt on her clothes, and a bloody smear on her cheek but she was alive. She had apparently survived the helicopter explosion.

"I nearly died because of you today." Marian spat. "It was supposed to be so easy. Just get you to the estate. That was all I had to do, but your damn candle went off early."

Candle? What was she talking about?

"I'm sorry it had to be this way. Nothing personal." Marian aimed her gun at Octavia and shot. The dart entered her shoulder just as Octavia got off a wild shot as she went down. The bullet ricocheted off the ceiling and through a window.

As Octavia slumped to the ground, Irish exited the bedroom looking like he'd been through the ringer.

"You idiot. All you had to do was shoot them. Not talk to them." Marian said as she slipped the gun into its holster under her arm pit. "Now help me get them to the Range Rover."

It took a few minutes for Marian and Irish to haul the bodies into the dark SUV. After they were finished, Marian dialed a familiar number on her cell phone. "We have them." she said cryptically. "We're on our way to the mansion."


It had been quite a while since Mac raced from the room.

In her slight panic, she had searched the house and found it empty. "Great," she thought. "Abandoned and alone." That was why she was outside in the freezing cold, with a very ventilated outfit on looking for anyone who would answer her.

She shouldn't be frightened. It was just routine. Things like this happened in the Legacy every day, didn't they? Why couldn't she get used to the whole espionage thing? She was just a cypher person. Someone they came to for code cracking and what not. And in reality, she wasn't even the greatest at that.

Alison threw a quick and slightly frightened glance over her shoulder. Her heart was hammering in sync with her pounding feet. She stumbled, cursed and steadied herself.

"Echo?" she screamed. "Mac?" Where were they? Why weren't they answering?

Her footsteps hammered harder on the grassy incline outside the safe house. Alison had only needed to clear her head, but something was spooking her. She stepped up her pace. A tree root in the path caused her to stumble and sent her flying forward. She fell to her hands and knees. The sight at the bottom of her fall chilled her to the bone.

Mackenzie and Echo were lying in a heap near the base of a large oak tree. It was obvious they had been dragged there and placed under this particular tree for a purpose -- a nefarious purpose.

She had to get out of there. She had to leave before the man or whomever it was tried to kill again. She had almost died once by one of his candles in Jared's apartment. She didn't want to make a habit out of it.

Alison usually wasn't so skittish, but people around her didn't often fall prey to killers bent on revenge.
"What do you want?" she screamed. "Why are you doing this to us? What did we ever do to you?"
Alison could hear twigs snapping and leaves crunching. The man was nearby. Or was it a woman? Whomever it was, they were much too close for her comfort.

"Who's there?" she spun on her heel, whirling around. The sky was as dark as midnight and without a moon to guide her back to the safe house, she knew she was pretty much a sitting duck where she was.


"Quite a performance," Jazz Demarco said sardonically holding a small pistol on Ethan. "I felt like clapping."

"What's going on?" He refused to hold up his hands in surrender. He couldn't believe Jazz of all people would turn on him. He had known her since he was a kid, back in the days when he was a confused juvenile delinquent. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about that attempt you just made to keep blondie-boy over there out of harms way. Oh, you made it seem like you were the big and bad Ian, the messed up psycho twin, but you didn't pull it off." She motioned him to move with a wave of her gun. "We're gonna take a little walk and see a few friends of mine. It's not far now. And don't worry about him. My friends will make sure he meets us there."

The sound Ethan made could only be called a growl.

Jazz didn't flinch at the noise.

Jazz kept Ethan at a far enough pace ahead of her that he couldn't attempt to disarm her. If she was anything, she wasn't stupid. He tripped when his eye sight went wiggy once again. She only shoved him harder forward. "Don't play pretender with me, Ethan. I know that whole eye sight thing is a put on. According to your doctors, there is nothing wrong with your vision. So, get a move on."

When they came upon a large estate, something itched in Ethan's mind. It was familiar. Almost as if he had been here before.

"Inside," Jazz yelled.

The estate was huge and the mansion was massive, almost castle-like. Some of my ancestors would be very comfortable here, Ethan thought.

He was led to the drawing room, just off the main foyer. Inside were people he knew. Gia, Octavia and Bobbie. There was something familiar about the other man, but Ethan couldn't put his finger on what.
Jazz pushed Ethan into the drawing room and closed and locked the door behind him.

Bobbie rubbed his head and winced at the pain. "Thanks for the shiner."

"I was trying to keep you out of this mess."

"Okay, but next time, don't sock me in the face."

Ethan's lips thinned. "Next time I'll just shoot you. How about that?"

A voice from the side of the room stopped them short. "Shut up, the lot of you! I have a headache the size of a mac truck and I don't need it getting any larger." Gia's tone was sharp and curt.

"What in the hell is going on here?" Steven introduced himself to both Bobbie and Ethan.

"Did you neanderthals not hear me?" Gia started to tell them all off, but Steven marched over to her before she could.

"Listen lady, either take a pill or I'm going to shove it up your..." Ethan held Steven off from what he was sure would be a just punishment for Gia, but they needed to stick together and form a team if they ever wanted to get out of the mansion alive.

Gia snarled at Ethan. "Like I need you to step and and start playing hero."

"It's not a role I particularly enjoy, but someone needs to." He shook his head trying to expel their petty differences out of his mind. "We need to find out who has us here and why."

"I think I may be able to answer that. Before I left headquarters, I found two possible suspects. One is Ezekiel Zeller. There is major bad blood between him and your father, Ethan. From what I was able to dig up, key Legacy operatives from twenty-five years ago were responsible for kidnapping his daughter."

"And who's the other suspect?" Octavia asked, finally throwing herself into the game.

"The other suspect is... I don't know how to say this but..." Bobbie stalled for time.

"Just spit it out, kid," Gia said with venom. "Today would be good. Before my head explodes."

"It's your father, Ethan," Bobbie said. "I found evidence that Franklin was involved in nefarious activities that involved many of the Legacy's operatives, maybe even all of them."

The shock registered on Ethan's face, but for a man who was told his father could be the devil, he didn't seem completely surprised.

Ten Little Spies - Episode 8

Episode 8: Unknown Fears
by Toni Walker and Sabrina Carol

Gia Doyle, Bobbie Sullivan, Kevin Fairchild
and Maxie Demarco in Ten Little Spies
When he thought he was far enough away from the scene of the kidnapping, he pulled the red wig off his head and scraped off the latex that was adhered to his face making him seem like a totally different person.

"Mission accomplished," Mackenzie Gray said into a hidden transmitter. "Hand off was successful. We should reach home base in twenty."

"Roger that," the controller answered into the ear piece. "Catch you on the flip side."
Before Mac could defend himself, someone from the backseat grabbed him. It was Alison Corday.

He brought the van to a screeching halt.

"Leave us alone," she screamed. Her fighting skills were next to nil and Mac overpowered her easily.

Her eyes were rimmed with tears. She wouldn't look him in the face. Mac was sure she was afraid of what she'd find.

"Look at me," he said softly. She shook her head no, but Mac forced her face up. "Look at me."
Alison's eyes opened and a sense of relief washed over her features. "Mac? Oh, my God. Thank you God." Then she became more serious. "Oh, no! Jared. Something has happened to him, Mac. I think he's dead."


"You got a strange call you might not want to return." Melanie was not the best secretary in the world, but she did have one thing going for her -- she knew the inner-workings of The Legacy like the back of her hand.

Bobbie Sullivan wasn't sure he even wanted to return the call based on Melanie's reservations. "Who was it?"

"A nurse from the infirmary. Said and I quote, 'The apple got Kevin.' I'm not sure what that means, but she was very distraught." Mel adjusted her black glasses. She wore them as a fashion statement. Bobbie was sure she didn't need them.

"The nurse didn't happen to mention her name, did she?"

Melanie flipped though the legal pad she'd been taking phone messages on. "Maxie Demarco. Here's the number." She handed him a slip of paper. "If you decide to call her back, good luck with freako."

Bobbie wondered what the nurse meant by her strange message. There was only one way to find out. He signed out of Legacy Headquarters and made his way down a network of hallways that led to the secret infirmary.

It looked like pure chaos had erupted.


The hours they worked on Kevin Fairchild seemed to pass by her in a daze. Maxie Demarco assisted the doctors, but she wasn't really connected to her body. Her mind seemed to wander away from her. She could only see Kevin, look at his face. She had worked so long to make sure she was here when he woke up. Maxie even wore her hair long and straight because she knew that was how Kevin liked it.

He couldn't die now, he just couldn't.

She bargained with God. She'd be a better person. She'd work harder. If only he would let Kevin live.

"We're losing him," one of the doctor's yelled.

Maxie looked up at Mitch Grayson. His face was grave, worry lines wrinkled his forehead.

"He's not going to die, is he?" Maxie couldn't help but ask.

"Not if I can help it, he isn't."

Maxie couldn't see Mitch. She couldn't see he was a handsome available man. She could only see Kevin. Since she had walked into his hospital room, it had only been Kevin.

The steady beep of the heart monitor became erratic bounces in frequency. when the tone flattened out and droned a single note, Maxie screamed.


Bobbie Sullivan watched from the seats above the operating room. Usually, these seats were filled with student doctors learning their craft, but today it was oddly empty.

He heard the piercing scream from below as one of the nurses fainted. Kevin had flatlined for half a minute. And to him those thirty seconds seemed like an eternity. The doctor in charge had the nurse carted away so he could finish operating on Kevin.

Whatever had been in that candle must have been deadly. He didn't know what to make of the events that were unfolding. First, Jared and Alison had been hurt by a candle, then he had learned of Rudy Kent's sudden demise via a candle, now Kevin and an apple candle? Someone was targeting agents, and Bobbie needed to find out who it was.

By the time Bobbie made it down to ground level, he could see the nurse who had fainted was now hysterically sobbing at the door to the operating room.

"Kevin, you can't die. You just can't." She kept repeating the words over and over which gave Bobbie a major feeling of the willies.

"Are you all right?" Bobbie asked the nurse. She didn't seem to hear him and only stared at Kevin's prone body.

Okay, he thought to himself. That woman is a little scary.

When Mitch Grayson exited the operating room Bobbie confronted him. "Is Kevin going to be okay?"

"He's stable for now. As far as I can tell, the gas from that candle was so intense it literally tried to eat away his organs from the inside out. And considering he just woke up from a coma, I'm thinking he's not having one of his better days."

"But will he live?" Bobbie asked.

"As long as he stays in bed and tries to heal, he should be fine. But I know Kevin Fairchild. It won't be easy keeping him in that bed."

Bobbie laughed nervously. "I know what you mean. He's kind of bull headed."

The doctor left and Bobbie couldn't help but notice the nurse was still staring transfixed at Kevin's form while the other nurses wheeled him into the recovery room. As the gurney passed Bobbie, Kevin's hand flailed out and grabbed Bobbie's wrist. His eyes opened in wide horror.

"You have to save Michela and Faith and the others," he whispered hoarsely.

"What?" Bobbie didn't immediately connect to what Kevin was referring to.

"It exploded around us. They could still be in there."

It was then Bobbie realized what Kevin meant. "Oh! Bulgaria. The monastery."

"Yes," he whispered. "Save them, please."

What could he say to that? The monastery explosion was three years ago. But for Kevin it had only been yesterday.

"I'll do what I can," he told Kevin. Kevin seemed to believe Bobbie would be true to his word and he fell back onto the gurney unconscious once again.

Maxie's eyes that had once been filled with tears were now burning with fury.

"Why didn't he say anything about me? I am the one who watched over him, cared for him. Not her! Not Michela! Never Michela!"

Bobbie didn't try to talk to her, he merely walked away. When Kevin woke up he was going to find that things had definitely changed over the past three years. And not only that, he now had his very own groupie stalker to contend with.


He'd be damned if he'd turn on the lights and illuminate his position. Blood trickled from the cut on his bottom lip and dripped down his chin onto his black t-shirt.

"We have to get out of here," Jazz Demarco whispered to Ethan.

Ethan Fairchild grabbed a few various items and began putting them together. The end result was some sort of trap for Gia.

"You're not a subtle man," she said, admiring the trap.

"I don't have time for subtle."

He went back to work on the elaborate mechanism he'd created to catch Gia in her own web. It gave Jazz time to make a phone call from her cell. It rang only once before someone on the other end picked up.

"It's me, Jazz," she said softly. "You were right. Following the clone has brought KF agents out of the woodwork just like you figured. Simon Falconer and Gia Doyle." Jazz paused for a moment listening to the person on the other end. "Simon's toast. The building collapsed while he was still inside. No one will even suspect I set the charges that unsettled the foundation of the cabin. They'll just think the helicopter crash destroyed it."

"What about Gia," the man asked.

"Gia? Well, Ian... that is what you call him, right?" The man answered in the affirmative. "Ian has set up quite a fancy trap for her. Consider her dealt with."

"Don't underestimate Gia Doyle, Jazz. She and her brother have managed to slip past me before. I don't want it to happen again. Take care of her then move on to Mackenzie I want the entire KF team gone and out of my hair."

"Whatever you say, Mr. F. I'm on it."

Franklin Fairchild smiled and leaned back in his chair. Everything was falling into place perfectly.


"What are we going to do?" Alison was near hysteria.

"Leave the driving to me." Mackenzie Gray said the words with such authority. It was hard to see him as anything other than a virile male. It was a tribute to his acting abilities that anyone would see him as a red-headed van driver that could fade into the background as if he had never been there.

The baggy clothes were definitely a red herring. Dressed like he was, no one would suspect what a hot bod he had under all those layers. Alison Corday held herself steady as the van jostled around. All she could think of was that she wanted to throw up and lie down. And she didn't care in which order she did them.

Alison had the beginnings of one mother of a migraine, and all the jostling wasn't making it any better.

"How did you get involved in a kidnapping attempt?"

"Trust me, Alison. You don't want to know what has been going on." Mac turned away from the steering wheel and tossed a glance into the back of the van. "How are you feeling? Woozie?"
Alison paused briefly. "Sort of."

Mac grimaced at her vague answer. "Define sort of."

"Just a little light headed now and then. I'm sure it's nothing."

He checked the road ahead gauging how far it was until they could stop. "We're almost there. Sit tight."

Alison wasn't very good at sitting tight. In fact, she sucked at it. What did they want her to do? Sit around and wait for some white knight to save her? Screw that.

Mac knew trouble was brewing when Ali became very quiet in the back of the van.

"What are you doing back there?" Mac wasn't going to trust that Ali would stay out of trouble. In fact, she was pretty much known for it.

"Nothing," came back the reply.


She sighed. "If you must know, I'm looking for some clothes. If you hadn't noticed, I'm only wearing this little less than nothing hospital thing."

Mac smirked at her tone. "Oh, I noticed. I definitely noticed."

Then a noise behind her pulled her attention from her task. It was Jared. He was awake!"

"I noticed too," Jared Quinn croaked in reply. He body then convulsed and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Mac!" Alison screamed. "Stop the van!"

He could hear the worry in her tone. "It's okay," he said. "We're here. We're at the safe house." He stopped the van. It skidded to a halt spewing gravel in all directions. He quickly jumped into the back seat. "What's wrong now?"

Mac could see Jared flopping around the gurney like a fish. This definitely was not good.
An hour later, Mac and Echo had Jared stabilized. At least as stable as they could get him without medical training.

"The name's Kain Newcastle, but most everyone calls me Echo." His hair was a bizarre mix of yellow and black highlights offset by the sparkle of his sterling silver eyebrow ring.

Jared Quinn tried to speak, but his body still wasn't in his total control. He was getting too old to play Superman. At the age of thirty-three he felt the pain of saving the world much more than he used to, today more than ever.

"Hey, don't worry about a comeback. I won't take it personally." Echo smiled and with that one action, Jared found he could trust him.

Echo turned to the other two people in the room, Alison and Mac. "I think he's going to be fine once the medication Kaye gave him wears off."

Mac Gray watched as Jared fell into a deep slumber. It was the third or fourth time the man had pulled himself out of a dead sleep in the last few hours. It was making Mac a bit nervous.

The room fell gravely silent after Jared succumbed to sleep. Echo, being ... well, Echo, had to lighten the mood. "Wanna play a little Legacy trivia?"

Mac didn't seem game, but he relented. There was nothing better to do at the moment.

"Did you know this guy has the record, bar none for partners? The first one?" He snapped his fingers until a name came into his mind. "Sylvia. She went completely nuts over him. Started stalking him -- the whole nine yards. Then the one after that, Grace, wasn't really cracked up to be an agent. She started doing drugs and in one of her 'phases' tried to put a bullet in his head. It's story after story like that right down the line. A list as long as your arm. I am kidding you not."

If Echo had one talent besides talking, it was finding out the dirt on what was happening with anyone.

"What?" he asked innocently. "Some people play Solitaire -- I like to be informed, so I snoop."


Bobbie had been searching the archives trying to find anything that would help him discover any clues to why the Candle Killer would be targeting Legacy agents. Thus far, he hadn't been having much success. It was near the point where he was about to give up that Bobbie found the security tape.

The digital video was a meeting between Franklin Fairchild and the late, Philip Lancaster.
"You can't be serious," Philip was saying. He was obviously shocked by what Franklin had muttered that was too low for the video camera to pick up.

"None of them can ever know." Franklin said a bit louder. What he said next was the real shocker. "They can never know that I am not their father."

Bobbie was joined by fellow controller Jeffrey Sogard ,who was one of the few people Bobbie had ever learned to trust in the Legacy.

"Who do you think he means by 'they'?" Bobbie asked Jeffrey. The younger Jeffrey was helping Bobbie gather the facts regarding the Candle Killer. Two heads were always better than one.

"It could be anyone," Jeffrey told him. He rewound the video watching it again. "We have to find out what Franklin said that we can't hear. I would rather be certain of my facts before I accuse my superior of anything."

"It's just a gut feeling I have, but I think there is something fishy here. Can you check into this for me. I have to continue on this Candle Killer investigation."

"I thought Mr. Fairchild told you to stay out of it." Jeffrey glanced at him with suspicion.
Bobbie gave his friend a telling look. "When have I ever been able to stay away from a mystery like this?"

"I'll do my best to find out what this is all about. Just be careful, Bobbie -- And watch your back."