Heck knew it was a long shot, but it was the only one he had, if he wanted to find Haizel before that twisted fuck Bright, had done too much damage. He pulled his car into a and abandoned lot and parked it. Then he buttoned up his trenchcoat and pulled the collar up to help hide his identity. Heck jogged the short distance toward the run down church that was located across the street.<br/><br/>The church was an old one, dating back before the NCP had acquired controlling rights to all religion, it was made of brick and mortar and although it was run down now,  it still bore the unbranded cross upon it's steeple. The Church of Christ the Redeemer was hand painted above it's doors, and unlike most modern steel and plastic churches that catered to the wealthy and elite, this one specialize in feeding and clothing the wretches of society. It was this way, because of the Priest that was assigned here, Father Andrew Hammond.<br/><br/>Heck opened the door and pushed his way through the droves of homeless that filled the place, they were fetching soup and filling the benches, making temporary beds out of the churches otherwise unused pews. Heck made his way straight for the back office door and walked in with out knocking.<br/><br/>Father Hammond was seated in his duct tape patched chair reading his nightly bible verse and although it was late and the visitor burst in with being announed, the calm priest only smiled and offered the stranger a seat. "Peace be with you brother, Do you need confession son?"<br/><br/>Heck pulled his collar down and looked Father Hammond in the eyes, "Andy....I need your help." Heck pleaded with urgency in his voice, and worry in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Hector Morrison....as I live and breath.....huh...I have seen you in years man....Would you like a drink?" Father Andrew said, his own expression now began to look worried as well, but he played up the casual encounter anyway.<br/><br/>"No Andy, I ain't got time....Look man I need your help, and I need it now...Please" Heck started to explain but Andy put up a gentle hand and stopped the man's rambling.<br/><br/>"I am sure you do need my help...The news feed said that you were decommissioned...It says that anyone with any information about your whereabouts is to contact local Inquisition agents and report you....Heck...what's going on man?" Andy said and he poured himself a sifter of Brandy and calmly sat back down in his beat up leather chair.<br/><br/>"I messed up man.....messed up bad....but that ain't the issue right now...I need you to tell me wear Agent Bright's house is....Can you tell me please, it's extremely urgent.....Where is it?" Heck pleaded, he could literally feel every precious second pass by, and it was agonizing.<br/><br/>"Agent Bright? Pete Bright? Why in god's name do you wanna go there Heck? That is not the sort of place you want to go man....I can assure you." Father Hammond's brow creased at even hearing the maniac's name.<br/><br/>"The Fuck do you care?" Heck let his anger and frustration slip out , but reigned it back in. "Look....Andy...You owe me, OK....I covered for you back when you were an Inquistion Agent, If the NCPHRC would have found out you were Gay they would have excimunicated you in a heartbeat, and instead of feeding the meek, you'd just be another one of them....So I am calling in that favor Andy....I need to know where Pete Bright's torture dungeon is and I need to know where it is RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Heck finished by pounding his fist down on Andy's shabby desk.<br/><br/>"Those were different times Heck....I was young and confused.....I....I should have never been hanging out with Bright in the first place....I am different now....I am a devote man now. " Andrew said, the memories of his debaucherous youth filling his mind and causing him to gulp hard at his Brady.<br/><br/>"I don't care...It doesn't matter for shit anymore anyway.....Just tell me Andrew....Please I need to hurry, I couldn't bare the thought of him hurting her.....I think I might love her.....JUST TELL ME....Please" Heck trailed off at the end, he couldn't believe the words had come out of his mouth, but they had.<br/><br/>"A girl?....You finally trying to settle down with a lass Heck? I gotta admit I never saw that coming...not that I thought you played for my team or anything....well...You know what I mean....Anyway you were always kind of the 'lone wolf' type anyway....I mean that's why you never used to hang out with us guys after work, right?" Andy started to ramble as the Brandy's sweet embrace started to take hold.<br/><br/>"ANDY GODDAMMIT.....THE ADDRESS....ARE YOU GONNA GIVE IT TO ME OR WHAT?!" Heck lost his temper fully, he stood up and leaned over the desk, pressing intimidatingly toward Andy.<br/><br/>".......3....3149 East Ave.....Heck.....You should kill that bastard...." Andy finally coughed up the information and Heck nodded his thanks and immediately made for the door . "Heck....I'll give you 5 minutes before I report your visit....I can't lose this position....I hope you understand"<br/><br/>"Thanks" is all Heck could muster, and he bolted out of the church and made his way back to his hovercar. The address wasn't far and Heck floored the hovercar's motor, heading straight for it. He hoped beyond hope he could make it in time.<br/><br/><br/>********************<br/><br/><br/>The the machine that siphoned out Haizel's techno-organic cybernetics was hooked to her mouth and it pumped away, forcing the genetically bonded nanites from her tissues. It gave Agent Bright a raging hard-on to watch this filthy little 'thrope' first squirm and then collapse in exhaustion against the machines cruel process. He reached up and wiped some of the blood from her cheek, utilizing for lubrication as he tugged away at his pecker.<br/><br/>But this wasn't enough to fufill his deviant urges, he was going to need another one of his custom made toys to do the job. He walked over and pulled the three foot contraption from it's mounting place on the wall. This machine was a massive strap-on, but instead of just a single vibrator it had a series of robotic arms, each of which had different torture implements attached to it; blades, pincers, spiky clubs and even a blowtorch. These automated arms were just accouterments though, the center piece was the cruelest tool of all; it was a massive 15" rubber dong, it was made to expand in girth the more friction it was provided and could inflate to a diameter of 6" around.<br/><br/>Agent Bright stripped nude and adorned a rubber smock, so that he wouldn't get too messy, then he strapped the large machine onto his pelvis. He flipped the switch which turned it on and the machine began gyrating and pumping on his it's own accord. Agent Bright reached up and turned on his digital video recorder, knowing full well he was going to want to watch this gory replay later. He then turned to Haizel with broad cruel grin twisting his face up into a demonic visage.<br/><br/>"Time to have some fun, beastie....It's time to feed the MONSTER....AHAHAHHAH!" Peter said as he walked slowly toward the nearly unconscious girl's spread legs.<br/><br/>Just as the first of the evil machines mechanical tendrils were about to make contact, the glass of the skylight above shattered and Heck rained bullets down. "DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Heck screamed at the top of his lungs.<br/><br/>Peter caught three of the slugs, one in his leg, and two in his right shoulder, before his Agent training kicked in and institutionally jumped for cover. He leapt over a stainless steel counter and crumpled into cover, unfortunately his insane sex toy was still activated and as his body crumpled behind the bullet resistant desk, the blowtorch fired a blast directly into Agent Bright's face, setting his reddish hair on fire and scorching his eye. "AAAAAAEEEEEeeeeeeeeegh!" He screamed in pain.<br/><br/>Heck didn't waste the opportunity, he jumped down through the shattered skylight and set to work unstrapping Haizel from the siphon machine and the restraints that held her to the chair. Her body was limp and for a second Heck actually thought he was too late. "Haizel....Baby, can you here me....Haizel?" He pleaded to her blood smeared face.<br/><br/>Peter, now rife with rage, came up with two guns drawn. "I am gonna Kill the fucking both of you!" He screamed, firing blindly. "They're gonna promote me of the Arch Bishop's office when I drag your corpses in to the precinct.....You hear me Morrison?"