[Jacob]

*Setting: Ella's head hung low as she tried to muffle her cries. Standing up Kowloon ran his hand through his purple, feathery plummage, trying to hide his anger and frustration. Looking down at his desk, he stared at the small, white envelope. Snarling.*

Kowloon: "How...How could you!? How could you forget!? It was the main part of the operation, Ella. Objective number two OF TWO!!"

He slammed his flattened hand down on the desk, screaming now as he realised what this meant for the Agency.

Kowloon: "Do you know who Abraham Conrad is!? Hm? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA!?"

Her response was merely a sob, she wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands, looking at Kowloon in shame.

Kowloon: "No, no of course you don't. He was before your time. But let me give you a history lesson, Ella. Abraham Conrad is one of the most f*cked up pieces of Orkhid trash this world has ever seen. He's manipulative...caniving. Vicious. To all intents and purposes he shouldn't even be alive. Even the Orkhid Council are afraid of him!! That's how dangerous he is!! And that's why he's still alive..."

He slumped back down in his chair, pondering what was to happen next. Thinking of how he was going to sort everything out. Ella's last assignment was easy compared to most, kill Councillor Gianni Vakesh and leave a small, enveloped letter somewhere discreet in the room. The contents of the envelope was a mere letter, however, this letter was a forged document dictating that General Abraham Conrad be promoted to Head Councillor in the event of Gianni's own death. The forgery was immaculate and Abraham had even gone to the extent of getting the help of majickal beings to enchant the letter so that if the Council did decide to get a psychic to check it out, any traces of a forgery would not make themselves apparent. Unfortunatly, Ella had left the envelope in her locker, completely forgetting about it.

Kowloon: "F*cking Hell, Ella. Why didn't you say something if you weren't ready...why didn't yo..."

Ella: "I thought i was ready, i AM ready. It was a mistake. I mislaid the letter. I'm sure Abraham will..."

Kowloon: "Understand?"

He finished off her sentence.

Kowloon: "His nephew, when alive, committed foul atrocities against different races, specie and cultures. He even wiped out three races for the pure fun of it. Genocide, Ella, he commited f*cking genocide without so much as an army backing him up!! His whole family, bar Abraham, have been executed on the Councils orders. But they know if they so much as think about killing Abe that they'll each end up dead as well. Ella, it's not just our reputation at stake, it's our lives..."

He stopped lecturing her, seeing that she couldn't be anymore sorry than what she already was. Leaning forward he gently took her right hand in his, rubbing it gently with his thumb. Forcing himself to calm down, forcing himself to realise that, no matter how long it had been since her lovers death, she was still grieving.

Kowloon: "You've got to stop this, Ella. Would Kei really want you to carry on this way?"

Slowly she shook her head, wiping the tears from both her cheeks with the back of her left hand.

Ella: "I-I just feel it was somehow my fault, if i could've just got up quicker. Or, or let her go when she tried to escape. Kei would've still been here. Still...been with me."

Kowloon: "But it wasn't, Ella. It wasn't your fault. And trust me, we'll capture the bitch, and when we do, you can be the first to interrogate her."

He looked her in the eyes, his big, yellow eyes which now, instead of anger and frustration, showed empathy and sympathy.

Kowloon: "You go get some rest, i'll call Abraham and give him the news. Don't worry, i'll smooth it out."

He leant back and sighed, watching Ella as she climbed to her feet and wearily walked to the door. All the while thinking what would be best, to give her even more space and time to mourn, or to start thinking of a replacement...

***

*Setting: Slowly opening her eyes, Lilias awakened, disappointed to realise that her hopes of her imprisonment being a dream were nothing more than hopes. She sighed and glanced over at her uncle, he seemed older. More fragile. Although, it was no surprise why, for months now he had been hanging in the same position, in the same place. It was enough to make anybody go, slightly at least, insane. She growled gently, looking around their small, stale smelling prison. Alandos hadn't tortured either of them for a while, probably because he was so bogged down in his "plan that would change the world". It was sickening to hear him speak of it, Lilias didn't know how her uncle felt about it, but she felt ashamed to share the same blood as him. Everytime he mentioned his scheme she felt ashamed, as if somehow his insane plots were reflecting badly on her, which there was a good chance of happening, if he ever told anybody else. Everytime he entered the room, Lilias silently vowed to make sure she killed him properly the next chance she got. But then again, she thought she had. Believing that a bullet to the head and a violent explosion was enough to kill her, lowly, brother...she was shocked to realise it wasn't. And hated herself for not being able to kill him off properly. But she vowed, she vowed she would. Infact, as she listened to her brothers plan, she planned something herself...something that was to set her, and her uncle free...*

(OOC: Crapness, sorry, any questions?)