Once again, thanks to my editor cannd for helping me out on this chapter. She makes it possible for the stuff in my head to appear here in a somewhat coherent format.
Keep commenting! I swear, they're addictive. They boost my little writer's ego.
So here's chapter 6. Enjoy. :)
~indiglowblue
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Rey watched Ryder and Tenner from the shadows, biding her time. She could take them one at a time, but not both of them at once. They would overpower her and the mission would fail.
She approached slowly, a chloroform-soaked rag in her pocket. Ryder just stood there, shaking his head while Tenner was grinning madly. In other words, Rey thought, things were normal. She tapped Tenner on the arm.
"Niccole requested you attend her," she said demurely. Tenner's eyes lit up and Ryder gave him a knowing look. Ryder's eyes flickered over her and this time she knew that he recognized her, but he still didn't say anything.
"I'd say I'd stay," Tenner said, winking, "but I'd be lying." He looked back at Rey. "Where is she?"
"Follow me," Rey said. Tenner did, and as soon as they'd gotten out of Ryder's earshot she let herself stumble and fall against the wall, letting out a cry as she did so. Tenner turned immediately to help her, opening his mouth to ask her if she was ok.
Rey pressed the rag again his mouth, slamming him up against the wall. She threw all of her strength into the motion, bloodying his nose in the process. Tenner's eyes went wide. He struggled, but the chloroform acted too quickly. He went limp, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Rey lowered him to the ground, taking a moment to check his pulse before tucking the rag back into her pocket.
She rested against the wall for a moment, collecting her wits. She didn't know how she was going to handle Ryder yet. For not the first time, she wished she had someone to help her. "Dammit, Harlem. I could use you right now."
She pushed off from the wall and into his arms. She gasped. She hadn't actually expected him to show up, not yet. Not until both Ryder and Tenner were incapacitated. She melted against him, breathing in his scent that was smoky and spicy at the same time.
Harlem kissed her neck before untangling himself. He glanced at Tenner's motionless form. "Good girl, Rey." He stroked her face. "One more, doll. Come on, you can do it." He winked at her, and then he vanished.
Rey swallowed, steeling herself. She walked back to where Ryder was, but before she got there, she saw Harlem appear in front of the blond angel.
"Hey, good looking, miss me?"
Ryder leapt to his feet, and Harlem back away, positioning the target so that his back was to Rey. The girl understood. As silently as possible, she crept forward, the rag in her hand.
"Leave her the fuck alone," Ryder growled. "You'll have me to answer to. You're smart enough to know that isn't a good thing."
Harlem laughed, his brown eyes twinkling. He winked again, and Rey took the signal. She jumped, wrapping her legs around Ryder's waist and pressing the rag against his mouth. He sucked in a deep breath to yell, but he never made the sound. Rey slid off his back as he slumped to the ground.
Harlem plucked the rag from her fingers. As soon as it was in his hand, it caught on fire, burning to ashes in seconds. He rubbed his fingers together, wrinkling his nose as he cleaned the ashes from his hand. Rey let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. All of a sudden her knees were shaky, and her head was spinning. Her heart beat a tattoo on the inside of her chest, loud enough that Harlem threw her a glance.
"You ok there?"
Rey nodded. She willed the anxiety attack to go away, and little by little, the tremors subsided. She gave Harlem a shaky smile, and he swept her up into a hug, crushing his lips against hers. She yielded to his exploring tongue, needing him desperately. He chuckled softly, breaking the kiss. "You were perfect, Rey. Stay with me, huh? Just a little bit longer. Then..." his lips trailed across her cheek and down her neck.
She bit back a groan. "Okay. But remember, you promised."
He nuzzled against her, breathing against her skin. "Don't worry, doll. I remember."
*** Michael studied her for a moment, his eyes resting on her face. Angel defiantly held his gaze until he chuckled and leaned back. "Jenna McCallum, now where do I start with you."
Angel flinched at the sound of her real name. She didn't say anything when Ryder called her Jenna, but it wasn't endearing or even tolerable from Michael. The way he said it was taunting.
He shook his finger at her. "You're very important, you know. Much more important than you can comprehend. For that reason you must be kept very, very safe." He leaned back, his fingers in a steeple. "I've enlisted someone to help us keep you like that." His eyes flickered to the door, pausing. Then he smiled.
Angel felt a somewhat familiar presence, but it wasn't comforting at all. She riveted her eyes on Michael, trying to swallow, but finding that her throat was suddenly very dry. She flinched as a hand came down to rest on her shoulder, gently stroking the skin of her neck.