marisol aguilar (kate hannah) (metrically) wrote in safeasthreads, @ 2009-12-02 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | kilo, laurence dominic |
WHO Kate & Dom
WHAT Being super spys.
Kate hadn't been doing the best job at sabotaging the Dollhouse, but to be fair it wasn't really her fault. Her higher ups at Rossum had hardly thrown her a bone since she'd been deployed into the Active's body. She'd actually given up on her endeavor entirely as of late; she didn't get instructions, they didn't get information. So when she woke up that evening and found five labeled syringes at her bedside, she was slightly shocked. It was very explicit. They didn't need to give her further instructions. They didn't need to tell her what was in the syringes. Her curiosity meant nothing.
She turned them over carefully, reading each name twice. Ophelia Picard. Winnifred Lamb. Topher Brink. Active Designation: Echo. Adelle DeWitt.
Rossum wanted them dead. She couldn't parse the correlation; some of them seemed perfectly harmless to Kate. Still, she wasn't really in a place to make decisions for herself. Rossum had her body somewhere in their labs. She was literally at their disposal. Heaving a sigh, she pulled on her sweatshirt and stored the syringes in her marsupial pocket. Drawing one at random, she read the name. Winnifred Lamb. That was easy enough, she knew where the woman slept. Despite the fact that she shared her room, Kate was in and out in a minute, empty syringe in hand. She hadn't stuck around to view the effects.
The next one she drew was Adelle DeWitt, which gave her pause. She didn't want to make the trek up to her office: it was a long way and the elevator was out of order. She considered her other options briefly; she disregarded Ophelia because she knew she had a young child and Topher Brink because she knew he shared his room with his techie harem (who had killed a person for his benefit once). She'd put those off as long as she could. Echo was down in the pod rooms, and to the best of Kate's knowledge, a perfectly innocent individual. Closing her fingers around the syringe, she crept out of the housing area and towards the staircase.
The climb took her only minutes, and she cracked the door to the office's reception area open quietly, peering inside.