07-05-2011, 10:42 PM
"Just because he's family doesn't mean he deserves your respect. I don't see why you're standing up for him. He doesn't even treat you like a daughter from what we've seen," his tone was sarcastic, almost mocking when she had mentioned their files. A hard fist flew out, slamming into the door, the hard metal groaning against the pressure with a clang. As usual, the slot in the door slid open, small blue eyes looking in. "I'm leaving now." Seconds later the door slid open. Maddox slipped through the space habitually, not even giving a glance over his shoulder as the metal clanged shut.
"What happened?" Galen's crystalline irises were glistening with confusion, "You usually don't leave so quickly."
"She decided to become problematic. All I could get were arguments from her. That's what happened. Her stupid female and irritating stubbornness," Maddox grumbled, making his way up the steps, his feet quiet on the wood even in his anger.
"You'll get it next time, man!" Galen called after him, encouragement lathering his tone.
Slamming through the door, he weaved his way through the hallways until he came upon the men. They were all sprawled about in the entertainment room. Sabin and Paris were at the pool tables, Paris swearing as Sabin knocked three balls into the nets. Demitri sat on the plush couch, flipping through some files. Peyton was laying on the ground by the couch, files spread all around him, his eyebrows wrinkled in concentration. When Maddox came around the corner, however, they all stopped what they were doing and stared up at him. None of them spoke, but just waited expectantly.
Frowning, Maddox ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the locks that had fallen, "She's being difficult."
A chorus of groans sifted through the air, bearing down on everyone's shoulders, "Well, did you get anything." Peyton nearly whined.
"Not anything that's much of any use to us. She's doesn't like clowns, because of an experience she had at a circus," for some odd reason he decided not to clue them in on just how afraid she is of them, "She's had babysitters, which we already knew."
Maddox went back over the last words she had spit at him. He'd already decided to leave out the comparison between him and her father, and definitely to avoid mentioning the shower. What had she said about her father that would be necessary information to fill the group in on? "As for her father, she's stubbornly protective over the bastard. He gives her more power than is expected, from what she said. He trained her as an equal. And she knew that we have files."
This time Sabin spoke up, "Okay, so first, her having power is fantastic. Now if we convince her to fight on our side we have someone on the inside with power. But how did she know about the files?"
"Wouldn't it be expected that if you go to such an extent to kidnap someone you'd have done your research? She was trained, so she probably knew that little tidbit," Demitri had put down the papers he'd been studying.
"Exactly. And I really don't see her turning against her father," Maddox's arms were crossed over his chest, muscles stiff from the cold air in the room.
"Well, we'll work on that. If she has as much power as she's said, just by having her we've handicapped the government." Paris was adding more lube onto the end of his pole, preparing for another shot.
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