Translation by Birte Schieder
CHAPTER 4
After having parked the car they
approached the destroyed warehouse. The road tanker had done a good job. The
side of the building facing the road had a huge hole in one of the walls and
pieces of something that had been molten beyond recognition were proof of the
great heat that must have existed at the site. The building was surrounded by
yellow tape and a couple of signs reading ‘Danger of collapse’ warned people
not to enter the warehouse.
Rex Matheson lifted the barrier tape and
all of them approached the building. They could still smell the burning. With a
movement of his arm, the CIA agent pointed them in the direction where he had
found the corpses. One after another they entered the remains of the warehouse
and reached the burnt room.
Jack and Gwen had gotten out their
flashlights and pointed into one corner of the room, where three corpses laid
on the floor. Catherine had to cover her mouth with her hand and tried to fight
back a choked sound. Comforting her, Jack put his hand on her arm.
‘We left those for you,’ Matheson explained
and grimaced with disgust. ‘We've already had the others fetched up. Overall,
we have found forty-six bodies in here, three were human and forty-three were
your Weevils. No idea how they got here.’
Gwen stooped over the corpses. ‘They're a
female and two males. They seem to have worn some kind of collar.’
‘All of them did, by the way,’ Rex Matheson
added. ‘But there's another reason why I wanted you to come here. We also found
it in this room.’
He stepped towards an intact metal table
which was covered in grime and lifted the canvas covering the item which laid
there.
Jack inhaled abruptly and exchanged alarmed
glances.
There on the table was a glove made out of
metal, which was free to move in every single piece of the glove. Also it
seemed to have survived the fire with almost no damage.
‘You know what that is?’ Matheson asked
astonished.
‘The Risen Mitten,’ the Captain said quietly.
‘I didn't think I would see such a thing ever again.’
‘A glove for resurrection?’ Catherine had understood
the words and asked the question.
‘It's a vicious thing,’ Gwen answered in
Jacks name. ‘I almost died from it once. And another one wasn't really lucky
for Owen, either. So I wouldn't really say it's a positive thing.’
‘But this one is different,’ Jack said and
approached the table. Catherine could see how the Captain didn't want to touch
the glove. He had his hands deep in the pockets of his coat and only stooped
over it with his upper body. ‘It looks much more filigree and agile and it has
some kind of sensors at the fingertips and a control panel built onto the palm.
The others didn't have that. Must be an update and I actually don't want to
know all the extras this one has included. Pack it in and take it back to the
headquarters with you. And be careful that no one pulls it on and touches a
corpse with it - just for fun.’
‘All right, I'll tell Jim, he'll have
everything arranged,’ Rex Matheson said and quickly left the room.
Out in the sunlight again, they first
squinted and tried to get used to the brightness of the Californian desert.
‘What else have you got?’ Gwen wanted to
know.
‘There's a collecting space where we file
more finds which haven't been completely burnt. I can show it to you if you
want to.’ Matheson pointed towards the less destroyed end of the warehouse.
‘Have the people here already been questioned
on the fire?’ Jack asked and while putting on his sunglasses, he turned his gaze
towards the crossroads with only a few buildings.
‘No, until now we've had everything
classified,’ the CIA agent replied. ‘I wanted to wait for you to come here.’
The captain smiled meaningful, but only
Catherine, who was standing next to him, had seen his amusement.
‘Well then I'd say that Catherine and me are
heading to the supermarket,’ the Captain decided. ‘Maybe someone over there can
tell us something about this issue.’
‘Okay,’ Gwen said, nodding, ‘I'll have a look
at these finds with Rex, then.’
‘Come on, Scully,’ Jack smiled and offered
her his arm. ‘Let's begin with this old-fashioned way of investigative work.’
‘I can't remember Mulder and Scully to be
working with linked arms,’ Catherine, who had linked arms with Jack with a
laughter, said while they left. Being close to Jack Harkness, it was easy to
push the displeasing memories of the corpses in the warehouse away.
‘Well, that's what makes us two special. I
like to handle things in my own way. But after all your hair looks a lot like
Agent Scully's.’
Catherine smiled back at him and they walked
towards the crossroads in silence, their arms linked. Jack's face showed a
grumpy expression when he looked at the huge white rooster on the roof of the
mini-supermarket. Catherine figured it was supposed to show the range of
articles, but in her eyes, it didn't really do its job well.
‘I hate chicken!,’ the Captain said and
turned towards the entrance door.
They entered the small and stuffy room. The
market seemed to be empty, except for one person.
A tall man with a muscular build approached
them from the counter and stopped in front of Jack, his arms crossed. Chewing a
gum, he gave him a once over. ‘Can I help you, sir?’
They might not seem like a typical tourist
couple, but Catherine couldn't think of a reason for this weird welcome.
‘No thanks,’ Jack replied, ‘we don't want to
buy anything. We'd just like to ask you some questions.’
‘You'll also have to pay for those,’ another
male voice said, coming from an adjoining room of the small supermarket.
‘Don't you get involved, Spiky! I'm doing
that on my own.’ While he said that, the giant turned towards the adjoining
room and Catherine could see a Beretta under his belt. She stepped backwards,
alarmed.
Jack immediately grabbed her hand and quickly
pulled her back next to him. Addressing the man in front of him, he said:
‘We're here on behalf of the CIA because of the burnt warehouse over there. Did
you notice anything unusual in the last couple of days?’
‘I think you're in the wrong place, sir.’ The
giant's smirk became more and more self-complacent and Catherine could see the
white chewing gum he had between his yellow teeth.
‘But you did notice that the warehouse was on
fire, didn't you?’ Catherine asked uncertain and could feel how, all of a
sudden, Jack was all tensed up.
‘Lady, I don't like to repeat what I said,’
the giant said and moved his arm in her direction.
Jack immediately positioned himself in front
of Catherine and stopped the man from approaching them by holding his hand
forward. ‘Okay, keep calm. We just had a question and we're doing our job.
There's no reason to go mad, okay?’
The man stepped backwards. ‘So, if you want
to buy something, then you're welcome to do so, but no one will answer your
questions here.’ He turned abruptly and left Jack and Catherine in the room.
After he had disappeared in the adjoining
room, Jack and Catherine could hear parts of a muted argument.
‘I don't like this at all,’ Jack said and got
his mobile phone out of his pocket. A moment later, Gwen was on the phone. ‘We
need your assistance here. Looks like we stirred up a hornets' nest here.’
The Captain had just finished his sentence
when the giant entered the room again. He had pulled his gun. ‘Hey, what did I
tell you, mister? You can either buy something now or you will immediately
leave my shop, understood?’
Catherine could feel her heart beating fast.
So this was how it felt like when a situation was about to escalate and life
was in danger.
Jack grabbed Catherine's hand and pulled it
up in the air, together with his. ‘Okay, okay, you're right. We're leaving
now.’
All of a sudden, the second man entered the
room through the small door. ‘Hank, have you gone mad? You're ruining everything.
We can't let them go now!’
They could hear a car approaching quickly
from the outside.
‘Shit,’ the giant shouted, lifted his gun and
aimed at Jack. All at once, Catherine realised that the man was about to pull
the trigger and instinctively threw herself between Jack and the man.
Just like in slow motion, the man fired his Beretta.
Catherine could feel how Jack pushed her away from him. She fell to the ground
and was horrified to see how the bullet hit the Captain in his heart. Then he
was catapulted backwards, hit the wall and lay there, lifeless.
‘Hank, you're such an idiot,’ the other man
screamed and pulled the giant into the adjoining room. Catherine could hear
them opening another door which must have lead outside. Then they left.
‘Jack!’ Catherine rushed up to him and
kneeled down in front of him.
A car stopped in front of the supermarket,
the tyres crunching on the broken rocks.
Steps quickly approached the entrance door.
Rex Matheson and Gwen stormed into the room. They must have summed up the
situation with one glance because they immediately focussed on the small
adjoining room. They deigned to look at the Captain for a second time, however.
Catherine looked at them in disbelief.
Captain Jack Harkness was lying on the floor, dead, and they didn't even care?
She stared at the lifeless face and could
feel the tears coming.
‘Jack,’ she whispered and caressed his cheeks
in despair. She didn't want to lose him before she had even had the chance to
properly get to know him!
And she was still alone with the dead man.
What was going on here?
‘Gwen,’ she shouted, loud and demanding.
Gwen finally turned around and looked like
she remembered something she forgot to do. She exchanged a quick glance with
Rex, which Catherine couldn't quickly interpret, and quickly came to her.
She squatted down next to Catherine and
cupped her tear-flooded face with her hands. ‘Listen, Cathy! Jack is all right!
He'll be with us in a second again. Trust me, okay?’
In this very moment, Catherine would have
believed every promise that Jack wasn't dead, so she nodded hopefully.
‘Stay here with him,’ Gwen said. ‘Rex and I
will try to find the men.’
‘Okay,’ Catherine whispered and put her hands
on Jacks chest protectively.
‘Good,’ Gwen replied and smiled at her to
encourage her. Just shortly after that, she had left the room with Rex.
Catherine left one hand on Jacks shirt. She
couldn't feel a heartbeat. But in the past few weeks she already had
experienced so many unusual things, that she just hoped Gwen could keep her
promise.
She brushed Jack's hair out of his face with
her other hand and tried to stay calm. It broke her heart to see his motionless
face and his closed eyes.
For a couple of - how it seemed - never-ending
seconds nothing happened and Catherine started to doubt Gwen's words again. She
started to panic. Tears streamed down her face and one fell from her chin onto
Jacks lower lip. It lay there like a pearl and seeing that let Catherine become
desperate.
Then,
suddenly, he woke up, breathing in deeply. His head bounced up and fell down
again, but his eyes were open now. The tip of his tongue slid over his lower
lip and he frowned, he must have tasted the salty tear. For a moment, he looked
around as if he was searching for something or somebody. Then his eyes found
Catherine.
‘You can't imagine how glad I am to see you,’
he said and smiled happily.
‘Jack! You're back again! I thought I lost
you.’ Catherine laughed and cried at the same time and caressed his face again
and again without really noticing it. She couldn't believe that these eyes
looked at her again and that his cheeks got a healthy colour again.
Suddenly his hands grabbed her fingers and
stopped her movement.
Catherine noticed what she had been doing
there and could feel herself blushing. ‘I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I
just...’
Jack didn't reply. He lifted his hands to her
neck and softly pulled her head down to his. When their lips met, Catherine
felt like a light, golden flash just went through her body. Jack kissed her
with such passion that thousands of small fires and sparks appeared in her
body. She felt such an overwhelming stream of energy rushing through her body
that she couldn't help but moan with surprise.
When Jack eventually stopped kissing her,
Catherine could feel her body glowing with energy. Just like every single cell
of her body just had been renewed.
‘Jack, what was that?’ Catherine asked. She
felt inebriated.
‘I think you call it a kiss,’ he smiled and
his eyes glowed from satisfaction, like she had never seen it before.
Catherine shook her head. ‘THIS wasn't just a
kiss!’
‘Didn't you like it?’ he quietly asked.
‘Yes, it did,’ she said and caressed his face
again. ‘And I want more.’
‘Aha. That's what you get from it,’ he
jestingly replied and slowly sat up. When he looked into Catherine's eyes, he
could see how insecure she was and added: ‘But I'll tell you something, Cathy.
I also want more. A lot more.’ He ran his thumb over her lips and Catherine
enjoyed the prickling that came from it. When he took his hand away, she sighed
malcontent.
He got to his feet and flattened his coat,
while he examined the bullet hole in the cloth. He didn't look too happy about
it. ‘But first we'll have to save the world again. Are you coming?’
Catherine smiled and got to her feet as well.
‘Aye, Captain.’
Jack pointed towards the door through which
Rex and Gwen had disappeared before. ‘Through there?’
‘That's right,’ she answered. Before he could
run through the door, she grabbed his hand and stopped him. He turned around.
‘Jack, does that mean that you're always
coming back? Every time?’
He took a deep breath and pulled her into his
arms. She breathed in the flavour of the coat's cloth and patiently waited. For
the answer she knew and feared.
‘Yes, Cathy, that's what it means. I'm always
coming back.’
‘Since when?’
‘It's been far too long already.’
‘That's cruel.’
He held her away from him and looked into her
eyes. ‘Yes, it is.’
For a moment she could see an unimaginable
old agony which tore his soul apart, and shivers ran down her spine. When he
noticed that, he closed his eyes and pulled her to him again for a deep hug.
The sound of a gunfight from outside brought
them back to reality. Jack grabbed Catherine's shoulders and said: ‘Stay here
and call this Jim in Rex's office! If we called the local police, we'd have to
explain too many things and who knows who else is mixed up in all this.’
He pulled out his gun and exited the
supermarket through the rear exit.
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