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Ensemble - Consequence of Sounds (1/?)
Fandom: Fringe/Dark Angel
Title: Consequence of Sounds
Chapter: Prologue: Pieces of the Mess We Made
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Olivia Dunham, Charlie Francis, Philip Broyles, Madame Renfro, Colonel Lydecker
Content Warning: Spoilers for all aired episodes of both shows.
Summary: Olivia receives a few, strange, late night phone calls.
Author's Note: So—after “Unleashed,” I couldn’t keep the crack from my brain. I don’t know how often this will be updated, so I probably won’t pimp it out until it’s finished (if I ever finish) but—here it is.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters of Fringe or Dark Angel. They belong to FOX. Any and all other original characters are mine, however, so please don’t borrow without my permission.
Apartment of Special Agent Olivia Dunham: Boston, Massachusetts: 20 February 2009, 0230 hours:
It had been her night off.
She had planned on keeping it that way, and more importantly—she was planning to sleep. This was the first night in ages that she wasn’t running after some kind of fringe related incident, and while she loved her job, really and truly, she needed a night to herself, to be normal for just a little while. Unfortunately, her work never seemed to end in that respect, and it wasn’t long into the wee hours of the morning when her cell phone started ringing.
There was an audible groan from the woman in the bed, before she fumbled for the phone on the bedside table. She recognized the number as work instantly, and for a moment, she was hesitant to answer, but work was work and she needed to take it.
“Olivia Dunham.”
“We need you to go to Gilette, Wyoming.” Broyles voice was calm, but hesitant, as though he wasn’t sure of something and he didn’t know if he was going to be. Olivia paused as she started to sit up, a glib response coming before the serious one, trying to figure out what her boss was getting at.
“I wasn’t aware that my night off ended right at midnight.”
“This is a special situation,” Broyles continued, the same calm hesitant voice. “There has been some developments at a facility called Manticore—the people in charge are requesting our help for a security breech. I’m sending you and Agent Francis to take care of it. There will be a plane waiting for you at the airstrip in an hour.”
“Manticore?” she frowned, getting up and starting to pull some things together. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s hasn’t exactly made the prominent news. There will be files on their work waiting for you on the plane.” There was another pause from the man on the other end of the line. “Agent Dunham, I’m leaving this case to the purview of you and Agent Francis. We have no reason to interfere on their behalf, so if you and Agent Francis feel that they don’t need our help, that is your choice to make.”
“I see,” Olivia said slowly. “I’ll be at the airstrip in an hour.”
“Good luck.” The line went dead, and Olivia just looked back at the phone with a frown, not sure what to say at first.
“Good luck with what exactly.”
***
Manticore Facility: Gilette, Wyoming: 20 February 2009, 1015 hours:
Olivia was—horrified.
There was no other word for it. She watched the small faces as they watched her from their bunks, and she tried to swallow the urge to throw up. Genetic engineering, weapons training—they were children. It was taking everything she had not to convince Charlie just to say no to them outright. Let them be exposed. She would love to see the American people tear this facility to the ground and have those children find actual homes, but she also knew that those children probably wouldn’t be able to handle the attention. Who knows what kind of conditioning they had been subjected to? They needed to give this Renfro a choice in how to proceed, and if she said no, they had to wipe their hands of the matter.
Olivia was hoping that she didn’t, but there was something in her gut telling her that she would.
She and Charlie made their way into the briefing room, flagged by guards on either side of them. At a long table stretched in front of them, a small, sinister looking woman was sitting at the desk, legs crossed in front of her, while an older, military type was standing behind her, looking at them expectantly.
“Well?” Renfro said, raising an eyebrow at them. “You’ve surveyed the situation—are you going to help us or not?”
Charlie glanced over at Olivia as they sat down, and she nodded, before lacing her fingers in front of her on the table. “Personally the idea of a facility like this one makes me sick. You have no right to treat them like this.”
“With all do respect, Agent Dunham, they’re our property. We can do with them as we please.”
“Property?” Olivia’s eyebrows went up as she resisted the urge to reach across the table and smack the woman. “They’re children.”
“I wouldn’t be so—quick—to dismiss them as children, Agent Dunham,” the military man replied over Renfro’s shoulder. “You have no idea what they are capable of.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that this is child abuse,” Olivia replied, standing her ground against the both of them. “The only way you’re receiving the help of the fringe division in this matter is if you make a few changes around here. Start treating the children like children. Maybe if you can find a heart, shut this place down entirely and help the kids find actually homes and people to care about them.”
Renfro’s lip curled slightly at that, before leaning forward, meeting Olivia’s eyes with a cold stare. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
The agent watched her back for a moment, before starting to push herself to her feet. “Then clean up your own mess.”
She and Charlie turned to head out the door, gathering their files with them as they went, and the military guy spoke up again, his voice deceptively calm—not in the way Broyles was calm, this was slightly more intimidating, and she didn’t like it. “This decision is going to come back to bite you on the ass one day. I can guarantee it.”
Olivia turned and glanced back at him before raising an eyebrow. “Well, if it does, Mr.—?”
“Lydecker. Colonel Lydecker.”
“If it does, Mr. Lydecker, at least our conscience will be clear. We’re not sending the kids who had the will to escape back to hell all over again.” She matched his stare for a moment, before turning back to Charlie and heading towards the door. “Let’s go.”
Charlie just gestured ahead of him, pointing towards the door. “After you.”
***
FBI Headquarters, Fringe Division: Boston, Massachusetts: 28 September 2020, 2235 hours:
One of the things she hated about being the boss was that she was always the one up late with the paperwork.
Not that she had much planned for her big exciting life outside of the office—given all the insanity that she dealt with at work on a daily basis, she liked to keep her personal life quiet. Almost to the point where it was mundane. Given what she saw day in and day out, her life could do with a bit of mundane unexcitement. It complimented things quite nicely.
But still, regardless of the fact that the most she’d be doing back home is curling up in front of the TV with something warm to drink, she’d rather be there than in her office working on paperwork. Especially considering that a call could come in any moment in which she would need to round up the team, organize another investigation, and not make it home to her hot cup of something for another few days. She’d never respected Broyles ability to get things done until now. And now, it was too late for her to ask and learn.
She was about to close the file in front of her and call it quits for the night, when the phone on her desk chirped to life, breaking through the unfiltered silence of the office. She closed her eyes with a slight groan, before picking up the phone and bringing it to her ear, hoping that it wasn’t too important.
“Olivia Dunham.”
“Turn on your evening news.”
The voice was gruff and raspy, but she recognized it instantly. “Colonel Lydecker?”
“Just do it, Agent Dunham.”
She frowned slightly at the tone of his voice, before reaching for the remote and starting to flip through the channels, stopping when she came across one of the breaking news reports.
“—Sources are saying that a military hospital in Northern Wyoming has been a victim of arson this evening by the rogue terrorist group S1W. Reports are not in on how many have been killed or injured—”
Olivia knew better than to buy the media line. She knew that facility, and she knew it well. Someone had destroyed Manticore, and everything inside it, and now she needed to find out how much damage had been done.
“What happened?”
“Renfro felt fit to do some damage control.” The scorn in Lydecker’s voice was obvious. He didn’t approve of her methods, and for once, he and Olivia were on the same page.
“The kids?” she asked, not really sure if she even wanted to know.
“Most of them got out, but the government’s going to be doing some massive cleaning up. Looks like this is your mess now.”
Olivia closed her eyes at that. Funny, having her own words thrown back in her face didn’t really incite the warm and fuzzy feelings that one would like. She leaned forward running a hand over her face as she continued to talk.
“I’ll get someone out there to have a look at it as soon as I can.” She paused. “Thank you for informing me.”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. “Don’t let the NSA get my kids.” After that came the click! of the person on the other end of the line hanging up, and Olivia looked at the phone with a sigh, before hanging up and starting to dial again.
It was going to be a long night.
Title: Consequence of Sounds
Chapter: Prologue: Pieces of the Mess We Made
Author:
iluvroadrunner6 Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Olivia Dunham, Charlie Francis, Philip Broyles, Madame Renfro, Colonel Lydecker
Content Warning: Spoilers for all aired episodes of both shows.
Summary: Olivia receives a few, strange, late night phone calls.
Author's Note: So—after “Unleashed,” I couldn’t keep the crack from my brain. I don’t know how often this will be updated, so I probably won’t pimp it out until it’s finished (if I ever finish) but—here it is.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters of Fringe or Dark Angel. They belong to FOX. Any and all other original characters are mine, however, so please don’t borrow without my permission.
Apartment of Special Agent Olivia Dunham: Boston, Massachusetts: 20 February 2009, 0230 hours:
It had been her night off.
She had planned on keeping it that way, and more importantly—she was planning to sleep. This was the first night in ages that she wasn’t running after some kind of fringe related incident, and while she loved her job, really and truly, she needed a night to herself, to be normal for just a little while. Unfortunately, her work never seemed to end in that respect, and it wasn’t long into the wee hours of the morning when her cell phone started ringing.
There was an audible groan from the woman in the bed, before she fumbled for the phone on the bedside table. She recognized the number as work instantly, and for a moment, she was hesitant to answer, but work was work and she needed to take it.
“Olivia Dunham.”
“We need you to go to Gilette, Wyoming.” Broyles voice was calm, but hesitant, as though he wasn’t sure of something and he didn’t know if he was going to be. Olivia paused as she started to sit up, a glib response coming before the serious one, trying to figure out what her boss was getting at.
“I wasn’t aware that my night off ended right at midnight.”
“This is a special situation,” Broyles continued, the same calm hesitant voice. “There has been some developments at a facility called Manticore—the people in charge are requesting our help for a security breech. I’m sending you and Agent Francis to take care of it. There will be a plane waiting for you at the airstrip in an hour.”
“Manticore?” she frowned, getting up and starting to pull some things together. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s hasn’t exactly made the prominent news. There will be files on their work waiting for you on the plane.” There was another pause from the man on the other end of the line. “Agent Dunham, I’m leaving this case to the purview of you and Agent Francis. We have no reason to interfere on their behalf, so if you and Agent Francis feel that they don’t need our help, that is your choice to make.”
“I see,” Olivia said slowly. “I’ll be at the airstrip in an hour.”
“Good luck.” The line went dead, and Olivia just looked back at the phone with a frown, not sure what to say at first.
“Good luck with what exactly.”
***
Manticore Facility: Gilette, Wyoming: 20 February 2009, 1015 hours:
Olivia was—horrified.
There was no other word for it. She watched the small faces as they watched her from their bunks, and she tried to swallow the urge to throw up. Genetic engineering, weapons training—they were children. It was taking everything she had not to convince Charlie just to say no to them outright. Let them be exposed. She would love to see the American people tear this facility to the ground and have those children find actual homes, but she also knew that those children probably wouldn’t be able to handle the attention. Who knows what kind of conditioning they had been subjected to? They needed to give this Renfro a choice in how to proceed, and if she said no, they had to wipe their hands of the matter.
Olivia was hoping that she didn’t, but there was something in her gut telling her that she would.
She and Charlie made their way into the briefing room, flagged by guards on either side of them. At a long table stretched in front of them, a small, sinister looking woman was sitting at the desk, legs crossed in front of her, while an older, military type was standing behind her, looking at them expectantly.
“Well?” Renfro said, raising an eyebrow at them. “You’ve surveyed the situation—are you going to help us or not?”
Charlie glanced over at Olivia as they sat down, and she nodded, before lacing her fingers in front of her on the table. “Personally the idea of a facility like this one makes me sick. You have no right to treat them like this.”
“With all do respect, Agent Dunham, they’re our property. We can do with them as we please.”
“Property?” Olivia’s eyebrows went up as she resisted the urge to reach across the table and smack the woman. “They’re children.”
“I wouldn’t be so—quick—to dismiss them as children, Agent Dunham,” the military man replied over Renfro’s shoulder. “You have no idea what they are capable of.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that this is child abuse,” Olivia replied, standing her ground against the both of them. “The only way you’re receiving the help of the fringe division in this matter is if you make a few changes around here. Start treating the children like children. Maybe if you can find a heart, shut this place down entirely and help the kids find actually homes and people to care about them.”
Renfro’s lip curled slightly at that, before leaning forward, meeting Olivia’s eyes with a cold stare. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
The agent watched her back for a moment, before starting to push herself to her feet. “Then clean up your own mess.”
She and Charlie turned to head out the door, gathering their files with them as they went, and the military guy spoke up again, his voice deceptively calm—not in the way Broyles was calm, this was slightly more intimidating, and she didn’t like it. “This decision is going to come back to bite you on the ass one day. I can guarantee it.”
Olivia turned and glanced back at him before raising an eyebrow. “Well, if it does, Mr.—?”
“Lydecker. Colonel Lydecker.”
“If it does, Mr. Lydecker, at least our conscience will be clear. We’re not sending the kids who had the will to escape back to hell all over again.” She matched his stare for a moment, before turning back to Charlie and heading towards the door. “Let’s go.”
Charlie just gestured ahead of him, pointing towards the door. “After you.”
***
FBI Headquarters, Fringe Division: Boston, Massachusetts: 28 September 2020, 2235 hours:
One of the things she hated about being the boss was that she was always the one up late with the paperwork.
Not that she had much planned for her big exciting life outside of the office—given all the insanity that she dealt with at work on a daily basis, she liked to keep her personal life quiet. Almost to the point where it was mundane. Given what she saw day in and day out, her life could do with a bit of mundane unexcitement. It complimented things quite nicely.
But still, regardless of the fact that the most she’d be doing back home is curling up in front of the TV with something warm to drink, she’d rather be there than in her office working on paperwork. Especially considering that a call could come in any moment in which she would need to round up the team, organize another investigation, and not make it home to her hot cup of something for another few days. She’d never respected Broyles ability to get things done until now. And now, it was too late for her to ask and learn.
She was about to close the file in front of her and call it quits for the night, when the phone on her desk chirped to life, breaking through the unfiltered silence of the office. She closed her eyes with a slight groan, before picking up the phone and bringing it to her ear, hoping that it wasn’t too important.
“Olivia Dunham.”
“Turn on your evening news.”
The voice was gruff and raspy, but she recognized it instantly. “Colonel Lydecker?”
“Just do it, Agent Dunham.”
She frowned slightly at the tone of his voice, before reaching for the remote and starting to flip through the channels, stopping when she came across one of the breaking news reports.
“—Sources are saying that a military hospital in Northern Wyoming has been a victim of arson this evening by the rogue terrorist group S1W. Reports are not in on how many have been killed or injured—”
Olivia knew better than to buy the media line. She knew that facility, and she knew it well. Someone had destroyed Manticore, and everything inside it, and now she needed to find out how much damage had been done.
“What happened?”
“Renfro felt fit to do some damage control.” The scorn in Lydecker’s voice was obvious. He didn’t approve of her methods, and for once, he and Olivia were on the same page.
“The kids?” she asked, not really sure if she even wanted to know.
“Most of them got out, but the government’s going to be doing some massive cleaning up. Looks like this is your mess now.”
Olivia closed her eyes at that. Funny, having her own words thrown back in her face didn’t really incite the warm and fuzzy feelings that one would like. She leaned forward running a hand over her face as she continued to talk.
“I’ll get someone out there to have a look at it as soon as I can.” She paused. “Thank you for informing me.”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. “Don’t let the NSA get my kids.” After that came the click! of the person on the other end of the line hanging up, and Olivia looked at the phone with a sigh, before hanging up and starting to dial again.
It was going to be a long night.
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