The Face of an Enemy, The Face of A Friend -Part One

by Lyta


Disclaimer:  Earth: Final Conflict and its characters are copyrighted by Tribune Entertainment Company.  All rights reserved.



Note from Author:      A sort of sequel to my previous fanfic "Cat and Mouse". I suggest you read that before preceeding or this won't make much sense. This is a very dark story.



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Ronald Sandoval waited with Liam Kincaid as the Jaridian probe approached. As soon as it came in range Kincaid hit it with a double shaquarava blast while Sandoval fired his skrill. The combined firepower caused the probe to explode into a collection of small and broken pieces.

Kincaid surveyed the wreckage dispassionately for a moment before pulling out his global to inform Zo'or of their success. Predictably the Synod leader was pleased at the destruction of more Jaridian hardware.

"Zo'or wants us to return to the mothership." Liam said, returning the global to its usual place and walking toward their shuttle. Sandoval soon followed. Both were unaware that they were being observed.

The videofeed from Julia was displayed at the makeshift new Resistance headquarters. Currently only Augur and Da'an were present. Doors was making contact with other surving cells and Lili was at a lab helping Resistance scientists develope their own brand of Taelon shuttle.

Da'an was troubled by the hard expression on Liam's face. Even Sandoval looked uneasy about Liam. The former North American Companion suspected it was the FBI agent who was their mysterious new source. Thanks to that source, they all knew what had been done to the former resistance leader and the outrage surviving Liberastion members felt at Liam's fate easily overwelmed the deception reguarding his heritage.

Doctors Belman and Park were putting their time underground to good use: perfecting a way to remove a CVI without causing the patient's death. In the months since the Taelon purge of Resistance members the implantation of partial CVI's into unsuspecting people had increased threefold.

All in all it was a bad time to be a freedom fighter.

Liam walked to his room on the mothership after making his report to Zo'or. He shucked his shoes and tie as soon as he closed the door. After a shower he changed into sleepware and laid down on the bed to reflect before going to sleep.

In his dreams, the Liam could not escape his true self. Every time he tried to stop himself the MI hit him like an impenatrable wall. He was thankful, however that this only occured at night and that like most humans he did not remember what he saw in dreams.

When he woke up he went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He was surprised at how much older he looked. He shrugged the though off and pulled a white shirt, black pants and jacket on. The choice of an appropriet tie took him a moment. Time to go see how he could serve the Synod leader today.

To Be Continued...