Part: 3 of 6
Setting/Season: Between Season 4 and Pretender 2001
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: Violence I think.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pretender characters so don’t sue me.
Summary: Jarod is looking into a new Centre Project but isn't having the best of luck. Miss Parker and Broots realize the Centre has gone further than even they can take... will Miss Parker turn to Jarod and leave The Centre?
Of My Enemy
Lyle and Sam entered the room. “Damn. They’re not here.” Sam went to the computer and looked at it. “They were.” The screen said the same as the other earlier in the day, “Download Complete.”
Lyle grabbed a vase that was sitting on the desk with lilies in it and through it against the far wall. “I want her found and I want that information. She is going to use it against us, and if she does then she is dead.”
Is My Friend
Miss Parker gasped quietly as she heard the revelation of Lyle’s loyalty to her. Broots pulled on her arm. She waved him off and then listened as Lyle and Sam left the room. Broots was still pulling on her sleeve. She whipped around aggravated by his persistence. But before she could reprimand him, she saw why he was pestering her. “Jarod? Ethan?” Miss Parker noticed they were both wearing black jeans and black leather jackets. She also noticed the file under Jarod’s arm.
“Hello, Miss Parker.” Jarod smiled at her, which aggravated her more.
“Hello, sis.” Ethan grinned and walked towards her. He wrapped his arms around her and her aggravation melted away.
Miss Parker put her arms around Ethan and said, “I have miss you.”
“And I you.” Ethan pulled back and smiled at her. He then took her hand and led her into the room she had departed from moments earlier. Jarod and Broots followed. “Sis, what did you find?”
“Why should I share that?” Miss Parker said sincerely. She wasn’t trying to be unkind or standoffish, she just didn’t know if she wanted Jarod to know everything.
“Miss Parker, we think we found another facility of The Centre’s not to far from here.” Jarod explained.
“I am surprised you haven’t found the other 38.” Miss Parker said.
“What! They have more of these,” Ethan paused as though he didn’t know what to call them. “places!”
Miss Parker looked at him compassionately. “Yes.”
“How do you know?” Jarod wondered.
“We found it earlier on the information you took. The numbers are off and when I refigured...” Broots was explaining.
“I noticed that difference in the numbers, but I didn’t catch that.” Jarod turned to the window. He looked up and then pointed. “Where is the tapestry?”
“You noticed too? I thought I saw one when I passed this room this morning.” Miss Parker informed.
“It was here. I was red and had this strange pattern...” Jarod didn’t finish.
“What is a tapestry?” Ethan asked.
“Well, it kind of looks like a rug on a wall.” Jarod told him as he stared at where it once hung.
Ethan crossed to where Jarod was and grabbed the file out from under Jarod’s arm.
“What are you doing, Ethan?” Jarod seemed puzzled.
“I have seen it!” Ethan rummaged through the papers he had sprawled on the couch.
“When you weren’t here earlier?” Miss Parker added, puzzled by her brother’s strange comments.
“No it was,” Ethan paused as he looked. “here!” He pulled up the picture of the rug. “Is this it?”
Jarod and Miss Parker both said, “Yes!”
Jarod stared at it a bit longer and then began, “This looks...”
“What? What is it?”
“I know the pattern!” Jarod exclaimed.
“What are you talking about?” Miss Parker seemed annoyed.
Jarod was already rummaging through the papers. Jarod grabbed onto one of the maps and pulled it free of the other items in the folder, and then he turned and threw it out on the coffee table. Jarod, Miss Parker, Broots and Ethan all kneeled around the table. “Do you see it?”
Broots stared and then gasped. “This tapestries cross sections are cities on this map.”
“Exactly.” Jarod said.
“How are we supposed to come up with that?”
Broots started waving his finger. “Wait.” He grabbed the photo and headed to the computer on the desk. “If this is a map of the houses, then I am thinking it is in this computer.” Broots put the picture in the scanner. He then pulled in up and made it transparent except for the design. Broots then found a map within the computer and overlaid the pattern from the tapestry using a cross marker to represent the house they were in now. Broots changed the overlay around a few time and then he found his match. Everyone standing behind Broots gasped as they all realized The Centre had placed these houses near populated areas, strategically around the world.
Broots clicked on the picture and it came alive. Another file opened and it had a map with the house locations clearly marked. Each house had listed coordinates and purpose. They could even read them all. They gasped.
Jarod stared at the information a moment longer. “Mr. Broots go back to the other picture.”
Broots complied. “What are we looking for?”
Jarod pointed to the screen. “You see these open ended tails from the cross marks?”
“What about them?”
“Can you included them on the map as locations, but in a different color?”
Broots hands flew over the keys and soon their new picture emerged.
Jarod pointed to the blue dot that represented them. “This is us. Am I right?”
“Yep.” Broots answered.
“Where is this going?” Miss Parker’s patience was running thin.
Jarod ignored her. “Okay then what does our tail-end red mark represent?”
Broots pulled up maps and input coordinates. “It is a town called Harrington in Delaware.”
“Which would make it the Harrington Medical Facility.” Ethan added.
Miss Parker stared at them in shock. “So for every blue location we have a red one also?”
“That would appear to be the case.” Jarod said.
“And I would bet the girl who died was part of the experiments.” Ethan added.
“Yes, but we need more proof.” Jarod said.
Miss Parker had walked over to the balcony and was looking out. “Well, I suggest if we want to find the proof,” she turned to face them and pointed out the window, “we get out of here before the sweepers down there catch us.”
Jarod ran over to the couch and put everything back together in the folder, while Broots was extracting their newly found information from the computer. They all scurried out the window with everything they had found, or so they thought.