The Lost Twins 13. A narrow escapeThe Lost Twins 13. A narrow escape by Pacific-Time
Athena never made the impact against the destroyed wall, a fist of steel caught the back of her jacket, quickly pulling her out of danger and down on the floor instead and she fell hard, instinctively rolling to the side while seeing Felix as he let go of her. He was now armed as well, holding a sharp needle-like dagger in his left hand, with which he attacked the Minotaur. Swiftly, he slid her weapon across the skin of the neck of his opponent, pushing deep as she did. The Minotaur began choking and gurgling loudly while blood poured from its throat.
Felix kept on pushing the dagger deeper into the neck of the beast. At the same time he pressed his free hand firmly over the beast's mouth and nose, forcing it to lose air, and silencing the ungodly noises it made. The Minotaur struggled desperately in Felix' grasp, but he didn't let go. Then, all of a sudden, the being went limp and as Felix loosened his grip the huge thing dropped to its knees, slid out of Felix' embrace of malice and
The Lost Twins 12. FelixThe Lost Twins 12. Felix by Pacific-Time
Astonished, Athena stared at the man opposite of her trying to wrap her brain around what her eyes were seeing. She was looking straight into the deep blue eyes of somebody whom she had known for certain to be dead. Felix Polonius. Somehow, against all possible odds, he had managed to escape from the burning inferno that had been Le Tigre's hangar outside Stavanger. To achieve such a thing, he was most probably an enhanced human – just like herself. And with that comprehension came a vertigo, which almost made her knees buckle and her head spin.
Her next thought was naturally the question what Felix was doing here in the Unicorn's Tokyo facility. And now? Athena's first notion was that Felix had been secretly tracing her all the time since the events in Norway. On the other hand the logical part of her brain told her that would be ridiculous. It must've been a coincidence that he too had appeared here. Or perhaps they were once again sharing interests. Anyhow she found herself ba
The Lost Twins 11. Recollections part 2The Lost Twins 11. Recollections part 2 by Pacific-Time
The chill of Stavanger was of the kind that passed right through bone and marrow. Athena could hardly believe it was May, since she felt as if she was freezing her ass off. On the other hand she had a certain feeling that it would soon become quite a bit hotter around it.
She and Felix Polonius had arrived by car the same morning after driving mostly the whole night, taking turn at the wheel. Now they were standing outside the headquarter of September Offshore, the semi-circular skyscraper which was housing their common adversary's organization. On their drive down from the mountains, Felix had explained about his investigation and laid out the proofs he had about Le Tigre's involvement in the Stavanger Brotherhood. He had also described the complicated company structure in use mostly to fool the competitors, the authorities and other criminal organizations regarding the real inclinations of the Brotherhood.
"They're very secretive, more so than for instance the Italian Cosa Nostra or
The Lost Twins 10. Recollections part 1The Lost Twins 10. Recollections part 1 by Pacific-Time
The distressed crowd burst through the emergency exits, reaching the open and its promise of safety. Pouring out into the cold night, frightened and blinded by smoke, they fanned across the snow-covered courtyard, scrambled against high walls, desperately searching for a safe way out. Finally, a rusted side gate buckled beneath their combined weight clattering down upon the concrete below. Picking their way over the elegant terraces the fleeing people reached a conifer bordered side street, while the tremendous heat from the firebombs above caused the acidic pines to explode.
Flames leapt from the trees and white-hot boughs cascaded into the casino grounds. Piercing screams met the darkness and soon the night sky was lit orange with fire. The inferno that followed barred the emergency services from entering the complex until near midnight. An hour later, soot stained bodies were being laid with scant respect along the wet curbstones. Shocked paramedics could do little but beholding the
The Lost Twins 9. The MinotaurThe Lost Twins 9. The Minotaur by Pacific-Time
Standing up from her kneeling position, Athena looked around, feeling her eyes adjust to darkness-sight and her hearing enhance as well. The area around her looked very much like a semi-essential semi-neglected storage room. Shelves, boxes, packages, and crates filled the entire room and in no apparent order. They were carelessly stapled on shelves, on each other and on the floor, some of them marked with writings in Japanese or other languages. The place smelled of dust, old paper and something else, which Athena couldn't identify but which gave her a foreboding feeling.
It was silent save for the humming of the air condition and some scraping sound somewhere which she suspected emitted from rodents of a kind. There was one single door in the room, which she expected to lead straight out into an open area where she would have to make a run for it, but when she opened it, she faced just a dark, narrow hallway. No cameras, no security. Nothing of that kind.
There was absolutely no light
The Lost Twins 8. Break and enterThe Lost Twins 8. Break and enter by Pacific-Time
After a quickie dinner on noodles in a hole in the wall joint across the street from the Himawari ryokan, Athena had about an hour to get ready. The sun had almost set and she needed to be at Unicorn when it was just dark enough to sneak past any security that may come in her way there. After pulling her long, blond hair back into a neat bum back in her neck, she threw on a pair of black jeans and a ditto cotton turtleneck top. Then she strapped gun holsters to her sides and placed her dual Glock 22's in their place.
In Athena's opinion the simplicity of the Glock pistol design contributed to its reliability, as it contained a relatively small number of components, nearly half as many as the typical handgun, making maintenance and repair easy in any harsh environment. It had early on become her weapon of choise.
Before donning her leather jacket, long enough to conceal the guns, she put a knife and a cotton balaklava in her deep inner pocket. Finally she tugged on a pair of dark finger