"Well, well, well."
As Stefana stepped out of her car, she found that she was not the only
one who had headed to sixth and west that morning. Uttering a curse,
she
wheeled on the speaker, casting him a glare as she did so.
"What in hell are you doing here, you jerk?" She demanded. "Will you
get a clue and just leave me alone? I told you, Cynthia's told you - I
don't know anything, so leave me alone! And dammit, quit following me!
It's getting creepy."
"Perhaps it is to you." Darren leant up against his car door, offering
her a smile. "But you know what the funny thing is, Stefana?"
"Do I look like I care?"
"You might do." Darren pursed his lips. "See, I was here before you.
I didn't follow you here - I was here on a tip-off for a story I'm
doing.
Should I be surprised to see you? Or is it as I expected - that you
were
feeding me a pack of lies and that you're in this up to your pretty
little
neck?"
"Leave me alone." Stefana pushed him out of the way, but he grabbed
her by the arm.
"Tell me what's going on and I'll leave your name out of the story."
He suggested. Stefana glared at him again, shaking herself free of his
grip.
"Don't you dare touch me again." She seethed. "You lowlife jerk, do
you want me to get a restraining order on you?"
"I'm just curious to know why you're here."
"Well, I don't care why you are, and I think you should get lost now."
Stefana folded her arms. "I'm here on an errand. It's nothing to do
with
you...but if you get involved, it might just get you killed. And you
know,
I wouldn't miss your ugly mug one bit, but the Tribune'd be a damn
empty
paper without it's workaholic newshound."
"Get me killed?" Darren's eyes widened. "Was that a threat?"
"Not from me." Stefana said grimly. "Look. This is none of your
business.
None of anyone's. It's not a news story, it's..."
She faltered, then hardened her resolve.
"It's money that's owed someone, someone who lives in this
neighbourhood."
She lied. "Money that I have to pay back and he's not the kind of guy
who
likes journos."
"Money?" Darren's eyes narrowed. "You're telling me by coincidence
your loan shark lives in the same street as an old school that's been
putting
up some crazy power readings lately?"
"I don't care about power readings." Stefana snapped. "I care about
you getting out of my business. Cynthia told you all she knew
yesterday,
because she hoped you'd leave me alone. Why can't you do that, huh?"
"Because I'm not sure I believe you." Darren shrugged. "Problem of
mine, really. I don't generally believe anyone."
"Well, I have a deadline." Stefana snapped. "And if you have a story
to investigate, that's all well and good. But I'd get your stupid head
out of this street for a half hour or so. Then do whatever crazy stuff
you wanna do. If this guy thinks you're after him, he will blow your
brains
out. He's not a nice guy, and he doesn't like press."
"So what are you doing mixed up with him?"
"Doesn't take a genius to work that out." Stefana bit her lip, and
comprehension dawned in Darren's eyes. He laughed.
"Drugs." He said simply. "Brilliant. Is that what all this has been
about, Stef? Covering up the fact you still have a drug problem?"
"No comment."
"Do you think that's even vaguely newsworthy?" Darren demanded.
"There's
something else. There has to be."
"Then come back and sniff around when I'm through meeting my contact."
Stefana said darkly. "When he's gone, and I'm gone, this place is all
yours.
Would I say that if it was anything else?"
"I don't know." Darren looked thoughtful. "But I'm intrigued. All
right,
Stefana. We'll play it your way. I'll sit in my car and wait for you to
do your spot of dodgy business. But when you're done, you come back to
me here. You're going to come and investigate with me...is that
understood?"
"Why should I do that?"
"Because if you don't, your drug drama is tomorrow's headline." Darren
shrugged. "Sorry, but there has to be a headline. And you're it, if I
don't
find what I'm looking for."
"Fine." Stefana sighed. "Just let me go, okay? I'm already running
late!"
Darren held up his hands.
"Go." He said. "I'll see you in a little while. Don't forget! You come
back here to me, or you know what's going to be on the front page of
the
Tribune tomorrow!"
Stefana swore at him, then she turned on her heel, stomping off down
the street. Heading away from the school to begin with, once sure she
was
out of Darren's sight range she slipped down a side-passage, darting
between
buildings as she doubled back on herself.
"Who woulda thought that it would ever come in handy, knowing this
part of town." She muttered as she dodged her way between two derelict
cars. "Would never have imagined meeting that shady drug dealer would
ever
have had it's positive side - but I guess it means I know my way better
than Mr Tabloid Asshole. Who knows? Maybe Cynthia was right to pick me,
after all."
She reached into her pocket, feeling the plastic wallet and carefully
she pulled it out, glancing at it.
"Well, here goes nothing." She muttered, crossing the road and making
her way in through the school's front entrance. "I hope that she's
suitably
distracted...otherwise it's not McMillan I need to be worrying about!"
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"Well, there she is."
Stefana paused in the doorway of the main school hall, eying the mess
with some distaste. "And ew, you can tell Techrat's been here, too.
Bits
of junk all over the shop. I wonder if he's about."
She glanced around her, then, finding the coast clear, she stepped
gingerly over the piles of computer wreckage, heading towards the big
blue
and silver computer that stood by the far wall.
"Oh well, girl, this is it." She told herself wryly. "I sure hope
Cynthia
knew what she was doing when she made this disk. If she didn't, we're
all
in a whole lot of trouble."
"Perhaps, Stefana Ranieri, you should consider the possibility that
you already are."
The voice made the hairs on the back of her neck prick up and, even
as she turned to face the speaker, she heard the tracer in her pocket
begin
to emit a dull whine. At it's sound, Athena let out a snort of
derision.
"So you track me down like an animal?" She demanded. "Why are you here
at all? Don't you know that I can kill you? After your activity at
Rebel
Records, why should I not?"
"You tried to frame me for a man's murder, Athena." Stefana gathered
her wits, facing her foe defiantly. "I thought we were on the same
side.
Why would you do that?"
"I am not on anyone's side but my own, and you are lying to me."
Athena's
eyes flashed with an angry blue fire. "Synergy was at Rebel Records and
you are working for her."
"I don't work for anyone, least of all a crackpot bunch of wires and
screws." Stefana pulled a face. "She's threatened to kill me enough
times
and she's pretended to be me, trying to screw up my friendships and my
job. Why on earth would I help Synergy?"
"You were there. I saw you."
"You were there. I was rehearsing with my band." Stefana shook her
head. "Hey, it looks like I got impersonated by two holographic
computers
at once this week, didn't I? Wonder what the odds are of that
happening?"
Athena was silent for a moment, her projectors flickering as she
considered
Stefana's words.
"Then how did you know I took your form?"
"We have security cameras at Rebel Records. And I'm paranoid."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You don't have to." Stefana shrugged. "That's not why I'm here."
"Then why are you here, human?"
"To strike a deal with you, computer." Stefana's tone was rich with
sarcasm, but it was lost on the hologram, who frowned.
"What sort of a deal?"
"This sort of a deal."
Carefully Stefana reached into the plastic wallet, pulling out the
shiny silver disk. "This."
"That's a disk." Athena frowned. "What interest would I have in a
disk?"
"Well, you were right about something." Stefana responded simply. "I
do know something about Synergy. I've met her - and I've seen how she
works.
Maybe Techrat told you that. Bottom line is, you're both too powerful
for
me. But she's on the way out. Dying. And I'm not interested in fighting
computer battles. So I figure I'd cut a deal with you. This disk, in
return
for my life."
"You still have not explained to me why I should be interested in your
disk, Stefana Ranieri."
"Because it has everything on it you need to find Synergy." Stefana
said simply. "Her location, her weaknesses, her programming and
everything
else. Techrat made it when he tried his hand at destroying her. He
failed.
He's a jerk. But he left this with me for safekeeping. And I figure,
well,
you're not a jerk. And if I scratch your back, you'll scratch mine."
"I do not understand your metaphor." Athena pursed her lips. "But I
understand your mode of address. You wish to exchange Synergy's
information
for your life, correct?"
"That's about the size of it."
"And if Synergy is dying, what use will it be to me then?"
"If she's dying anyway, why are you so keen to track her down?" Stefana
countered. Athena nodded.
"You are right. I do wish to find her." She admitted. "She may be
dying,
but it may be only another illusion. I must be sure."
She hesitated again, as if thinking it over, and Stefana's heart
pounded
in her chest as she waited.
Engrossed in their conversation, neither one had seen the reporter
creep up to the doorway of the schoolroom, having followed Stefana's
trail
at a distance.
At length, Athena nodded.
"Very well, Stefana Ranieri. I will agree this deal." She said softly.
"You give me the disk. I will give you your life."
"Done." Stefana hesitated, then held out the disk. "So I'm going to
go now. And you're damn well going to leave me alone."
Athena glanced at the disk, setting it down on top of her unit. Then
she cast Stefana an amused smile.
"Perhaps." She agreed vaguely. "But you forget that I am a computer,
and the concept of making deals is wasted on us. You are no longer
useful.
Therefore you are surplus to requirement and will be terminated."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Fear leapt into Stefana's eyes. "So you're
turning
on me? After I did you a good deed?"
"Master created me." Athena said softly. She gestured across the room
to the pile of ash and soot in the far corner. "That is all that is
left
of him now. Why should I treat you any differently?"
Stefana swore, then lunged for the disk, but Athena raised her arm,
swiping the guitarist back with such force that she fell, banging her
head
as she tumbled to the floor and knocking herself clean out. Athena
shook
her head slowly, tut-tutting, then turned her attention to the disk.
"Leave her alone."
Darren stood in the doorway, his expression one of anger. "What is
all this? Someone's junkyard? What do you want with Stefana - and who
are
you?"
"I neither know nor care who you are."
Athena cocked her laser at the intruder, sending out a beam of blue
light that seared the doorframe just inches from where he stood.
Despite
himself, Darren paled.
"Are you...Synergy?" He whispered, and Athena let out a peal of amused
laughter.
"Synergy is dead, human." She said mockingly. "I am Athena - and you
and your friend are about to be terminated."
"Uh-uh. No you don't." Darren shook his head, taking another step
towards
the computer. "You're a computer, not judge and jury for the whole of
America.
Where's your friggin' off switch, huh? You need a serious reboot."
"If you wish to take another breath, you will remain exactly where
you are." Athena's eyes flashed dangerously, and blue flares shot up
from
the corner of the room. "I am not interested in your babblings. You
will
wait until I am ready to deal with you, and then you shall be
eliminated.
Move, and I shall blow this whole building up."
"And destroy yourself too? That's crazy." Darren snorted.
"I am a computer." Athena said darkly. "Crazy is a human behaviour.
I merely operate on logic. I exploit your weaknesses and I do not fear
harm. You will remain where you are. I shall deal with you presently."
She flipped open her disk drive, picking up the silver disk and running
a finger across it's surface. Then, with a little shrug, she slid the
disk
into the drive. With a slight whirr, the drive clicked shut.
Almost as soon as she had done so, Athena realised her mistake. She
let out a shriek as, before Darren's bewildered and disbelieving gaze,
her hologram flickered and glowed before exploding into bursts of blue
light. One by one the projection units blew out their lasers, filling
the
room with wisps of black, acrid smoke. The mainframe gave one final
whirr,
then a thud and all was silent. Smoke curled from beneath the
computer's
keys as the monitor's activity faded to a single blip across the
screen.
For a moment, Darren just stood there, speechless at what he'd seen.
Then, as the smoke grew thicker, he registered Stefana lying prone on
the
floor beside the mainframe and, muttering a curse under his breath, he
clambered down beside her, scooping her up in his arms.
"You have some major explaining to do to me, girl." He said, as he
hauled her out of the school and onto the grass outside, reaching in
his
pocket for his mobile phone and dialling 911. "I'm damn well going to
make
sure you live through this to do it."
As he finished his call, he became aware of a car drawing up on the
front and he glanced up, seeing Aaron hurrying towards them, Copper in
tow.
"Stef!" Aaron exclaimed, then, "Is she...?"
"Out cold, but she's alive." Darren said briefly. "What is this, some
kind of musicians of Los Angeles meeting I wasn't told about?"
"I got a call from her on my cell, asking me to meet her here." Aaron
crossed and uncrossed his fingers behind his back, crouching at his
friend's
side. "What happened?"
"Something I'm not even sure I believe myself right now." Darren
admitted.
"I'm still processing it. I wouldn't go in there!"
As Aaron stood, heading towards the school. "Something electronic is
blowing a gasket or two in there and it's full of smoke."
"I'll make sure noone else is inside." Aaron called back. "I hear the
sirens - Copper, will you stay with her and Mr McMillan? In case she
comes
round?"
"I'll stay." Copper nodded her head. "Be careful, Aaron. If it's
dangerous
in there..."
"I promise." Aaron nodded. Then he was gone into the building and
Copper
settled herself down at Stefana's side as the dark haired girl's eyes
flickered
open. She blinked a couple of times, and as she brought Copper into
focus,
she smiled.
"She took it." She murmured. Then her eyes fluttered shut once more.
"What did she say?" Darren frowned. "Tool kit? Was that it?"
"I couldn't make it out." Copper lied, though she reached down and
squeezed the girl's hand. "But here are the medics. They'll know what
to
do."
She eyed Darren with interest.
"How come you were here?"
"I've learnt that action follows Stefana Ranieri." Darren said simply.
"And this time, I got more than I bargained for."
He glanced at the still girl, then,
"I think, so did she." He added. "But don't worry. I'll get sense out
of her when she's feeling more herself. Right now I'm still trying to
work
out what I saw in there...and don't ask me to explain it to you. Trust
me...you wouldn't believe me if I did!"
JACQUI'S LEGACY: PART THREE
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