Kallista Fanfic Part 4 (one more part to go!)

 Alright. Things are clearing up in my mind, that's good. I think I know what I have to do in the next week or so, which is always good.

This part's only a thousand words, so sorry, but it needed to be written and I couldn't add any more to it.

Anyone else pissed off that Blogger shut down? Yes? Good.

 (just in case you're wondering, Jack makes it back to land, but can't reach the ferry in time)

Kallista wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them tightly and wishing for a jacket. The waters of Circular Quay splashed up over the railing of the ferry, even when she was up on the second floor.
Her mind wandered back over what had happened over the last three hours. She wasn't very impressed. First of all...
Crap, she thought. Mitchell!
Tears formed in her eyes as she remembered her wounded friend, most likely long gone now. She bowed her head, resting it against her drawn-up knees. A foghorn blared somewhere in the distance, like a final goodbye to Mitchell. At the end of it's sounding, Kallista rose her head. She pushed her grief away, instead sending it to fuel another part of her mind- vengeance. How did Jack find her? She had kept her travels to Australia a complete secret, even Israel hadn't known she was showing up in his home country.
So he had had help. But from who? She knew that Jack had been wanting to get back at her from their previous  battle, way back in...

Chernobyl. I had been doing a little clean up work with some other mages, hoping to eradicate the foulness that had captured the place. Pointless, really, but I still had wanted to contribute something to fixing the nuclear disaster. We were working near that old ferris wheel, when we found him. And you can bet his sorry arse that I kicked the hell out of him. Of course, I had all of those mages with me, and he looked like he hadn't eaten or slept for three days. He escaped, using the ferris wheel to...

Kallista shook her head, clearing it of old memories. They weren't going to help her. But at least now she had a motive. The next step was finding out how he had used the vengeance fueled by that motive to find someone who could easily find her here in Sydney, even when she had tried her hardest to not be found. If she could even understand that.
The ferry went through a shallow part of the Quay, the bottom of it grating along the rocks beneath, causing her to bounce around in her seat. "Nope," Kallista said to herself quietly, grinning. "It's gone."

She retreated to the lower level of the ferry, barely flinching at the wrenching of age-old pistons and the grinding of rusty cogs. She headed straight for the source of the sound, an engine that had probably been built at the same time the great bridge somewhere above her had been. She bent over to reach underneath the engine, pulling a tarpaulin off of a crate stashed there.
In almost every big city in Australia, Israel had stashed hundreds of these crates, nicknamed 'Olives' because of their murky green color. Kallista had been apart of the distribution team, and at least every second ferry in Sydney had one of these crates stored in the engine room so that wandering civilians wouldn't find one and move it.
Her hand flicked right and left, deftly changing the air pressure inside the crate's lock to get the combination. After five seconds of tinkering, the lock sprung open, and Kallista greedily drank in the sight of the mini armory inside. Knives of all sizes and shapes, assault rifles and shotguns, several large clips of ammo, spare sets of clothes and wallets full of seven different types of cash. And resting on top of all of this, in an ebony black scabbard, was a shining silver katana, spiraling ivy inscribed into the hilt.
She carefully picked it up and unsheathed it, marveling silently at it's beauty. It was inside the crate because while Israel was terrible at swinging any sword- sometimes Kallista swore that he didn't even know one end from the other- he kept a Katana in the Olives just in case he was traveling with a sword-wielding friend, like Dragona Pine or Mary Hiashi, or herself.
Kallista stood quickly at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. It was probably one of the engineers coming to check up on yet another problem with the faulty engines, no doubt. She snatched up a few more objects from the crate, pulled the tarp back over it, and retreated to the shadows.

Kallista stood waiting at the metal railing of the ferry as it approached one of the many crowded ports in Circular Quay. She felt better now. More prepared. With a sword at her belt, a fully charged mobile phone in her pocket, and a borrowed replica of Israel's jacket around her shoulders, she felt safer, like nothing could stand in her way. Nothing could bother her.
She winced as the coarse material of Israel's jacket rubbed against her bare arms. Ok, she corrected
herself, maybe something could ruin things a bit. But on the bright side, the jacket does keep me warm.
The ferry grated to a final stop, and after a few moments of a crew member setting up a ramp, she was allowed across.
She moved with a purpose through the crowds, paying the fare and waking straight to a Gellati stand. God, was she hungry.
After her hunger had been satisfied, she pulled out the phone and dialed Israel's number. ACDC's 'Long way to the top' rang out somewhere to her left, and when she turned, there he was, the phone already halfway held up to his ear, his knee-length jacket slightly stained with someone's blood. But she wasn't looking at him. Instead, her eyes were trained on the unsteady figure at Israel's shoulder, a grin on the wounded man's face as he recognized her and she him.
Mitchell.
She nearly took him off his feet with the force of her hug. "Alright," Israel said when she had finally pulled away to not cause Mitchell anymore harm- she could see the way he clutched the part of his torso where he had been shot. "Let's go meet some bad guys."

Hells yeah.

Also, the crate in the back of Israel's van that is mentioned in my other fanfic is sort of an Olive...just with more...stuff...dammit, I'd rather not say anything else, cos then I'll spoil it.

I thought of something today, which I'm planning to tell Derek soon. Y'know how in the first book, when Stephanie's being chased by that man who made himself impervious to fire, and the downfall of that is that when he landed in the water he died? Well, I realised that apart from that, Derek never repeated something like it. No-one has the downside of dying when they do something awesome.

So I thought- with Springheeled Jack, if he is so light in the air, and can jump great distances and not be hindered, shouldn't he weigh a tonne when he is submerged in water? Shouldn't he sink instantly?

I think, because Derek has never written a part with Jack in water, that should be mentioned in one of the books, that Jack hates water...or something....

If anyone ever wants to see my epic minecraft creations, including an AC-130 Spectre (awesome military castle-of-doom), a P-38 (I think that it's some sort of old-style WWII plane...I wasn't quite sure), and an Aircraft carrier (Um...you all know what an aircraft carrier is, right?) plus a freaking submarine, you can find them all on the Minecraft server:   !(-_-)+(+_+)!

It's on at 4:00 est or something...dammit...

Talk to you all soon!