A Big thanks have to go to Jax and Beka for taking the
time to look over this. Thank you!

As usual feedback is wanted, but if your just going to
tell me the bill-size of your previous psychiatric
visits, I don’t wanna know about it thank you. (joke)

Thunderchild.

On with the show…

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Title - Heaven and Hell 02
Author - Thunderchild
E-mail address – prodigy_karmakoma@...
Rating - PG+13 for language
Category - C/SP/A/S
Spoilers - NONE
Timeline - Season Four
Note I - Sequel to "Angels and Demons". Don't worry,
nothing major is gonna happen like it did in A&D. I'm
fixing up. I promise
Note II - Pretender / Angel Crossover
Keywords - MPLF/MPOF/MPJF(maybe more depends what
kinda mood I'm in)
Summary - Taking the next step in a plan...

Disclaimer: The Triumvirate own NBC, MTM, TNT, 20th
Century FOX and Pretender Productions who own The
Centre who own a 'Pretender' that ran away. The
Triumvirate wants their golden goose back and they
will pull strings and make people disappear. Like us
author's. Ever wondered why some author's haven't
posted since the turn of the century? Well now you
know. The PTB's took care of them. Well that's what I
think anyway. No, I never owned them, never will. But
I would like too! I'm not doing this for the money but
for my sanity. Please don't sue me, Mr. Triumvirate
People. Thanks, Thunderchild.

Monday September 3rd 2001.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Angel' or any of its
characters. They rightfully belong to Mutant Enemy
Inc. The producers/creators Joss Whedon and David
Greenwalt and Kuzui Enterprises. I'm using 'Angel'
without permission for this Fan Fiction and others
that might follow. Try to sue you won't get anything!
Thanks, Thunderchild.

Author’s Notex1:- Thanks to Jax and Beka for
beta-reading this for me. You guys are the best and
did a great job! TC

Heaven and Hell:
02

ALASKA:
MANTICORE:
2P.M.

Parker got out of the limo and surveyed the area. She
made a head count of the guards keeping watch from
lookout posts strategically positioned in the
compound, she also noted that they were well armed and
camouflaged in white combat suits, to blend into the
surrounding snowy landscapes. Her studies of her
surroundings were interrupted as a man ran down the
front stairs leading from the main lobby. "Miss
Parker, Mr. Floyd is expecting you. If you'd like to
follow me, I'll show you to his office." The little
man scuttled back to the front doors and waited for
them to follow.

"Keep your eyes open boys. Lyle you're with me."
Parker and her brother walked up the steps as Sam
followed closely behind. The Sweepers who'd
accompanied the siblings entered after them, once they
were inside five continued to follow Parker while the
other five went a different directions, keeping a
watchful eye on anything that may cause their employer
any difficulties.

Parker entered Mr. Floyd's office with Lyle and Sam
following behind her. Two of the five Sweepers that
had followed them took positions inside the office on
either side of the door while the remaining Sweepers
stayed in the corridor. "Miss Parker, it is such an
honor to finally meet you. Matumbo has told me so much
about you." He stepped up and held his hand out but
withdrew it uncomfortably when Parker ignored his
gesture. "What are you doing in my neck of the woods?"
He asked cautiously as she made her way around his
desk and sat down in the high-backed leather chair.

"Who authorized the experiments that you and your team
are doing here?" She asked as Lyle made himself
comfortable in one of the large leather chairs in
front of the desk. Sam immediately took his accustomed
position behind her chair.

"Matumbo and The Triumvirate gave me the authorization
to perform the experiments. We have a breakthrough in
our grasp, if you allow us a little more time you'll
have results." Floyd said as he sat down.

"So you're telling me that you don't have any
prototypes yet?" She asked as she linked her fingers
together.

"N-no, we don't."

Parker leant forward raising her eyebrow she waited
for his reaction; she wasn't disappointed when Floyd
started to squirm around in his chair. "You're lying
to me, Floyd. I don't like been lied to." She narrowed
her eyes and glared at him. "Do you know how to play
Russian roulette?"

"No, why?" Floyd looked at her confused.

"Because that's the game you've been playing since I
walked into this compound." She stood up and looked
out the window, waiting patiently for him to snap.
Floyd became nervous, he felt perspiration break out
on his forehead as the silent office seemed to accuse
him.

"I had Matumbo's OK, you can't do anything to me. He
won't allow it." Parker started to laugh humorlessly,
making his fear increase. "What?"

"You should really learn to hold your tongue, Floyd."
She shook her head in mock disappointment. "When was
the last time you checked your Mainframe? Oh that's
right, you don't have one. You're a little part of The
Triumvirate so you don't have your own Mainframe. When
was the last time you checked The Triumvirate's
Mainframe?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of
her.

"This morning, we follow regulations." He said to her
nervously, not knowing what she was getting at with
her line of questioning, but he knew he wouldn't like
the outcome.

"Matumbo is dead. I've taken his place so your
authorization has been revoked."

"This is some kind of sick joke." He growled and stood
up, attempting to leave.

"Sit down!" Parker thundered, Floyd jumped as she sat
down in her chair. Lyle was trying not to laugh at
Floyd's reaction. The man returned to his chair and
sat quietly. "There, now I am in control of
everything. You want to do something you need my
authorization and you ain't got it!" Floyd nodded in
resignation. "My word is law around here, Buddy, if
you don't obey the only option I give you is death.
Follow my orders or death, your decision. I demand
respect and loyalty and if I don't get it." She ran
her finger across the front of her neck. "Dead."

"I understand." Floyd said quietly as he swallowed
nervously.

"You understand nothing! Will you follow my orders or
do I have to kill you here and now? Will you be a
problem?" She asked.

"I'll obey."

"Good, now give orders for the projects to be brought
out for inspection." She growled. Only Lyle and the
Sweepers knew she was lying. She had a motive behind
everything she did. If this guy was smart enough he
will do what she wants, no questions asked. *But he
doesn't look that smart* Sam thinks to himself.

"Why? They're mine! They are rightfully my project!"
Floyd was outraged. Suddenly he stopped screaming and
yelling he grabbed his neck as an invisible force
closed around his throat. Parker was holding up a
clenched fist.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Floyd?" She asked, her voice
and more importantly her eyes lacked the compassion
that should have been evident in that kind of
question. But her face was blank, cold and uncaring.

"I...can't...breathe!" His face was turning a bright
shade of red as he continued to struggle to pull the
invisible force away from his throat, but there was
nothing to grip.

"Oh, that is a problem." Parker stood up and walked
around the desk to him, leaning down so her face was
in front of his. "Do we have a deal? I own your ass,
and when I say dance you better dance!"

"All right!" He nodded quickly.

"Very good, Floyd, I believe we're gonna get on
famously." She smiled and patted his face teasingly
and stood up. She released her fist and flexed her
fingers. Floyd started coughing and doubled over. "Oh,
did I hurt you? I'm sorry." She purred heartlessly.

"You nearly killed me!"

"Yes, but I didn't! You should show some gratitude, I
can kill you just by snapping my fingers!" She barked
and sat down in the leather chair, watching him
closely. "Now give me what I want."

"I'll give you..." He said before Lyle punched him in
the eye.

"Now, Lyle that wasn't a very nice thing to do to our
friend Floyd. You'll make him think we don't want to
be friends." She winked at him and smiled.

"Oops." Lyle said, smiling wickedly. "You all right
Floyd buddy ol' pal?"

"All right, I'll get you the damn kids." Floyd stood
up and walked over to the desk, picking up the phone.
"Yes, this is Floyd clearance code 344-7598-21. Get
the X-5 subjects out of their cells for inspection in
3 minutes. I'll be down there in 4 with some guests."
Floyd hung up and glared at Parker coldly, Parker
returned the stare calmly. "Happy now, you High and
Mighty Bitch!"

"Umm, not yet." She lifted her hand and snapped her
fingers. Floyd dropped to the floor after his neck was
snapped like a twig. "Now we have a relationship we
can build on." She smiled and stood up. "Let's go."
They all walked out the door and down to the Lab where
the 'kids' would be waiting. Parker and Lyle walked
into the room shoulder-to-shoulder with Sam and all 10
Sweepers following them. Five stayed on each side of
the door as Sam walked up with Parker and Lyle.

"Miss Parker." The man that stood in front of the
children stood to attention. The children stared at
her with wide eyes.

"Who are you?" Parker growled coldly at him.

"Where's Mr. Floyd?" The man asked nervously when he
couldn't see his boss.

"He had to...take a nap." She said coolly, with a
wicked smile. Lyle smiled and the Sweepers started
whispering amongst themselves, informing the others
that didn’t know about what had happened.

"Oh, well here are the FP subjects. Project name X-5.
I'm quite proud of our achievements with this
project..."

"Who are you? Don't make me ask you again."

"General Joss Bickle. Project Manager." He said
proudly.

"Yes. I thought it may have been something like that."
Parker said not really sure if he was pompous or just
stupid. "Why are some still in their cells?" She
growled seeing six children between 14 to 19 still in
the cells behind the other children, watching the
proceedings through the bars.

"Well, Miss Parker, those ones are the troublemakers
of the group. We have to keep them isolated..."

"Let them out." She ordered shortly.

"But, Miss Parker..." Bickle was shocked with what she
was asking him to do without knowing what they were
capable of.

"Are you questioning a direct order?" She growled.

"No, Ma'am." Bickle said quickly.

"Then do what I say. It is a very simple request."

"Yes, Miss Parker. Let 4498, 4987, 6245, 3879, 8794
and 3657 out of their cells." Bickle ordered.

When the older subjects came out of their cells they
stood in line and watched Parker with keen interest.
One of the smaller children stepped closer to Parker,
looking up at her with big green eyes. "2359, back
into line!" Bickle ordered. The small girl didn’t move
but continued to watch Parker who returned the little
girl’s stare with the same interest. "2359 back into
line! Second warning!" The small child still didn't
move. "Final warning!" Bickle takes out his nightstick
and walks over to the child. Parker raised her hand
and threw him across the room with an angry glare on
her face. The X-5 kids whispered amongst themselves,
looking at their Commander lying on the floor. The
small girl that was standing in front of Parker,
smiled at her and stepped back in front of what looked
to be the leader of the group. She appeared to be
about 19 but very mature as she rested her hands on
the smaller child’s shoulders in a protective manner.

"Don't you EVER hit one of them!" Parker snarled.
"Who's senior in command here? You or me?"

"That would be you, Ma'am..."

"Very good." She nodded. "Get each one of these
"subjects" ready for transportation in the next 3
hours." She stepped up to Bickle, who was picking
himself off the ground. "If I find one little bruise
on any of those children, I'll snap your neck, clear?"

He swallowed heavily. "Yes, Miss Parker."

"Very good." Parker leaves with Sam, Lyle and the
another Sweepers following her.

"Prepare for transfer!" Bickle shouts. "Crazy woman."
He shakes his head. "It'll be on her head." Then
louder. "Make sure they all have the collars on, we'll
have to track them down when they get away."

When Parker got to the car she turned to Lyle. "You
and five Sweepers stay here with the kids until
they're ready to go. When they're ready I want you to
take them directly to the Centre."

"Where are you going?" Lyle asked her.

"To talk to some people in Africa. They need to be
taught a new lesson." Parker said and got into the
limo followed by Sam. The other five Sweepers got into
the van and followed behind the limo as it left the
compound. Lyle and the five remaining Sweepers went
back inside.


EQUATORIAL AFRICA:
TRIUMVIRATE HQ:
8P.M.

Parker and Sam walked into The Tower of Triumvirate
HQ, in a replay of the scene from Manticore two of the
Sweepers took up position inside the office at either
side of the door to protect their employer while the
remaining three waited outside to prevent an
unexpected attack. "Miss Parker!" One of the men
behind the desk exclaimed and stood up.

"Sit down." She walked over and sat down in one of the
chairs in front of the desk. Sam stood behind her
chair with his hands linked behind his back
impassively, his face inscrutable as his eyes
constantly moved around the office. "Now, since I have
taken control over this corporation which includes The
Triumvirate, I want you to show me ALL the current
projects that Matumbo authorized..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Parker but..." The deadly look in her
eyes made the man stop. "I'll get right on it."

"Very good. All new projects are to be cleared with me
first. If you fail to do so, it will result in your
deaths. I run a tighter ship than Matumbo so if you
fail to please me, it will be your problem. You will
be required to jump through hoops to keep me happy.
I'm keeping you alive only because I need someone here
to keep the peace, if you fail to do so, it will
result in your deaths and I'll find someone else for
the job. Don't get any ideas about trying to hide
something from me, I will find out, which will also
result in your deaths." She stands up, immediately the
remaining two Triumvirate members followed.
"Gentleman, your sole purpose here is to do what I
tell you, anyone who gets any ideas about throwing
over the line of power to someone they can control,
will result in your deaths. Even if it was only one of
you, it will result in everyone meeting with an
unpleasant end regardless if you were “innocent”. So I
advise you to be very open with each other in regard
to your actions. One false move and you’ll be dead
before you can blink. I am not my father, if things
aren't done my way and I become unhappy, it will
result in your deaths and anyone else who has made my
little world unhappy. You are skating on thin ice with
heated blades and until I find out that you will be
working with me and not against me, I will be making
your life a living Hell. Have I spelt it out clearly
enough for you? Are we clear?"

"Yes, Miss Parker."

"Very good. Also, prepare the Pretender, Jarod, for
transportation back to The Centre sooner than ASAP.
Good day, Gentleman." She walks to the door as one of
the Sweepers standing beside it, opens it when he saw
Parker leaving.

"You've got them scared." Sam whispered to her with a
smirk.

"They should be." She smiled. "C'mon, we've got more
work to do before the day's out." They walk down to
the elevator followed by the ever-present Sweepers.


THE CENTRE JET:
10P.M.

When Sam looked up at Parker he noticed that she had
fallen asleep with a book in her lap. A moment of
looking out the window had turned into a deep sleep.
He stood up and took the book away from her then
covered her with a blanket that was on the seat beside
her. She shifted in her seat and opened her eyes. "Are
we there yet?"

"Not yet. As soon as you opened your book I think you
went to sleep." Sam smiled at her.

"Wouldn't be surprised. Globe trotting has taken its
toll." She murmured then went back to sleep after
shifting around in her seat slightly. Sam stood up and
returned to his seat as she fell asleep once more.


THE CENTRE:
10:10P.M.

Jarod was walked through The Centre with three
Sweepers. It was a ghost town and he didn't like it.
The Sweepers entered the elevator with him, one either
side of him and one Sweeper in front. "Where are you
taking me?" Jarod asked when he noticed that they were
going up, not down. He thought at least if they were
going down he would have a chance to get out. The
elevator let out a "ding" and the doors slid open,
revealing the corridor leading to The Tower.

The Sweepers ushered him out without a word and walked
towards the doors that led into The Tower, they turned
left before reaching the main office and walked down a
corridor that led towards the apartments which were
normally used by Centre VIP's. The Sweeper that was
leading stopped at an apartment door and unlocked it,
stepping inside. The other Sweepers beside him,
motioned for him to go inside, Jarod stepped in
cautiously. As far as he was concerned all the
Sweepers that he'd had contact with had been acting
strangely. Usually they delivered a beating at least
once a day, but no one had laid a finger on him.
Things were particularly strange at The Triumvirate,
they were treating him as if he were made of
porcelain, as if he'd break if they touched him. It
wasn't what he was expecting. "What's going on? Why
are you been so careful not to touch me?" Jarod asked
curiously but it sounded more like a demand.

"Orders."

"Who from?" He asked. *At least they can talk. We
might be getting somewhere finally!* Jarod thought to
himself.

"Triumvirate and The Centre Chairman." The Sweeper
answered. "The Chairman will be seeing you tomorrow to
discuss your situation, so don't try and escape
because it will be impossible. All the vents have been
welded shut in this room, the windows have been barred
and welded, an electronic lock has been placed on your
door and Sweepers have been posted on every exit as
per orders from The Tower. Escape is impossible, even
for you."

"Where is Miss Parker? Is she all right? What's
happened to her?" Jarod asked him.

"Miss Parker's whereabouts and condition is considered
a need-to-know basis and you DO NOT need-to-know." The
Sweeper walked over to the door while the other two
stepped outside. "Don't try and escape. Make yourself
comfortable. Someone will be in to collect you in the
morning at 8A.M." The Sweeper said as he left, locking
the door shut behind him then sliding a bolt-lock into
place from the outside.

"No!" Jarod ran over to the door and started to pound
on it. "Let me out!" He stopped when it was obvious he
wasn't getting anywhere. Why were the Sweepers so
evasive about answering questions about Parker? Why
are they acting so strangely? Jarod stood up and tried
to look for a way out.

He searched for four hours without any luck. While
searching the apartment he noticed that there was only
one camera, it had been placed in the living room it
seemed to take in the main area and door. He found no
bugs and hadn't tried to hide the fact that he was
been watched. Other than the camera and a TV bolted
high onto the wall in the corner of the room, there
was no electrical equipment, no computer, phone or any
other items he could use to try and get out.

Jarod made himself comfortable on the couch and
decided to wait until they came for him in the
morning, until something presented itself he had no
other way of getting out. He would have to wait and
see what The Chairman wanted. Was it Parker? Was she
all right? Fear filled the pit of his stomach, he
didn't know what was happening or who wanted him. He
fell asleep thinking of her, which wasn't anything
unusual in itself.



TBC....


Whatcha think? Good? Bad? Should I steal Miss Parker's
gun and shoot myself? Umm...Maybe not. You know the
drill. Gimme, gimme, gimme feedback, I need it to
survive, coz I gotta feed.

I am currently tracing this connection, so if you
don't send me feedback I'll come lookin' for it, trust
me, you don't want that coz you'll be getting to know
my Sweepers as a business associate and I know you
won't like that - its worse than it sounds...

prodigy_karmakoma@...


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