Truth
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, IÕm just borrowing them.
AuthorÕs note: ItÕs going to be interesting to see where this fic goes, I have a few different ideas of what IÕm going to do with it. Let me know if it gets to hard to follow, IÕm not exactly writing this in a very linear fashion. but things will make sense eventually ....... I promise.
This takes place after Truth Takes Time, but it is also sort of on itÕs own timeline.
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A beam of light cut across the darkness and illuminated the dusty file cabinets which stood in the corner of the underground room. A figure made her way across the room, flashlight in hand as she approached the cabinets. She could taste the dust that fills the thick air, her arm came up to swat away a cobweb. It was quite obvious that this room had been forgotten for quite some time, this of course made it that much easier to break in without being noticed. The man who had stored these highly confidential files here had died quite sometime ago under suspicious circumstances. He took to his grave the location of the secret underground room. Luckily for Irina, he had taken little thought to security, relying mainly on the secrecy of itÕs location. She focused her attention on the cabinet crudely marked ÒRambaldiÓ and smiled, her prize within her grasp. She opened the file drawer and it let out a loud creaking groan. Her fingers skimmed quickly over the aged, yellow file folders, then she stopped abruptly, her eyes widened, finding a file which was seemingly out of place, ÒFile # 1147- Derevko, IrinaÓ. It was relatively short and consisted of pages which for some reason had been pulled from the file the KGB had kept on her. Forgetting her main objective, Irina pulled the file, and placed it in the briefcase she had brought with her. Then, letting out a sigh she returned to the task at hand.
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A booming clanking noise could be heard as the heavy iron cell doors are opened. Jack opened his eyes slightly, his head was throbbing with pain. The mission had not gone as planned. He was sent to steal a rambaldi artifact that Curvee had recently acquired. He didnÕt get very far, they knew he was coming. Now he sat occupying a cell, the same cell he had occupied the last time he was in Kashmir, only this time he was alone. The other CIA operatives that had been sent to accompany him on the mission had already been killed.
He allowed his stare to move upwards until he was staring at the woman who had just entered. She was dressed much like Irina was during her pretended betrayal, he estimated that she was probably in her early twenties, her thick auburn hair was pulled back into a sort of messy bun, but what struck him the most was her face, which resembled IrinaÕs. There were three guards behind her, all heavily armed.
ÒAgent BristowÓ she said calmly ÒIf you would please come with usÓ
Jack stared back at her. He did not move.
ÒIt would be easier on the both of us if you will just cooperate with meÓ
Jack continued to stare at her, refusing to move. As far as he is concerned they could beat him, they could torture him, but he would not cooperate with the enemy.
ÒJackÓ she said, this time with a slight tone of urgency in her voice, the guard to her left gave her a funny look, ÒAgent BristowÓ she corrected herself ÒYou are no longer CurveeÕs prisoner, I am under strict orders from my employer to deliver you to her.Ó She hoped he wouldnÕt resist much longer, she really didnÕt want to have to resort to physical force.
When Jack did not respond the guard on the left took it as his job to force Jack to move, or rather beat him till he decided to cooperate. Using the butt of his gun, he struck Jack hard against the side of his head causing him to slump over to one side.
Immediately the young women grabbed the guard and pulled him away, causing him to turn and face her. ÒI told you, the prisoner is to remain unharmed. Do you understand me!Ó The guard looked back at her with disgust and spat at her. ÒHe is a prisoner, I will beat him if I wish toÓ ÒThen you may leaveÓ she replied calmly. This only angered the guard more, ÒI do not take orders from youÓ he yelled striking her with a force that cause her head to whip to the side and her body to twist and fall to the floor. She caught herself, then standing back up as though she was completely unharmed she kicked the guard with such force that he fell backwards and hit his head of the iron bars on the side of the cell. His body slumped over, he was unconscious. The other two guards took one look at him, then at her, and made the decision that they should leave.
ÒJack, IÕm not the enemy, you are going to have to trust me on this, IÕll explain laterÓ she said in a hushed voice ÒYou have to come with me now, Curvee will be furious when he finds out IÕve knocked out one of his guards.Ó Jack was unsure as to rather or not to trust her, but he decided it was was worth a chance, and followed her out of the facility.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, IÕm just borrowing them.
AuthorÕs note: ItÕs going to be interesting to see where this fic goes, I have a few different ideas of what IÕm going to do with it. Let me know if it gets to hard to follow, IÕm not exactly writing this in a very linear fashion. but things will make sense eventually ....... I promise.
This takes place after Truth Takes Time, but it is also sort of on itÕs own timeline.
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A beam of light cut across the darkness and illuminated the dusty file cabinets which stood in the corner of the underground room. A figure made her way across the room, flashlight in hand as she approached the cabinets. She could taste the dust that fills the thick air, her arm came up to swat away a cobweb. It was quite obvious that this room had been forgotten for quite some time, this of course made it that much easier to break in without being noticed. The man who had stored these highly confidential files here had died quite sometime ago under suspicious circumstances. He took to his grave the location of the secret underground room. Luckily for Irina, he had taken little thought to security, relying mainly on the secrecy of itÕs location. She focused her attention on the cabinet crudely marked ÒRambaldiÓ and smiled, her prize within her grasp. She opened the file drawer and it let out a loud creaking groan. Her fingers skimmed quickly over the aged, yellow file folders, then she stopped abruptly, her eyes widened, finding a file which was seemingly out of place, ÒFile # 1147- Derevko, IrinaÓ. It was relatively short and consisted of pages which for some reason had been pulled from the file the KGB had kept on her. Forgetting her main objective, Irina pulled the file, and placed it in the briefcase she had brought with her. Then, letting out a sigh she returned to the task at hand.
***************
A booming clanking noise could be heard as the heavy iron cell doors are opened. Jack opened his eyes slightly, his head was throbbing with pain. The mission had not gone as planned. He was sent to steal a rambaldi artifact that Curvee had recently acquired. He didnÕt get very far, they knew he was coming. Now he sat occupying a cell, the same cell he had occupied the last time he was in Kashmir, only this time he was alone. The other CIA operatives that had been sent to accompany him on the mission had already been killed.
He allowed his stare to move upwards until he was staring at the woman who had just entered. She was dressed much like Irina was during her pretended betrayal, he estimated that she was probably in her early twenties, her thick auburn hair was pulled back into a sort of messy bun, but what struck him the most was her face, which resembled IrinaÕs. There were three guards behind her, all heavily armed.
ÒAgent BristowÓ she said calmly ÒIf you would please come with usÓ
Jack stared back at her. He did not move.
ÒIt would be easier on the both of us if you will just cooperate with meÓ
Jack continued to stare at her, refusing to move. As far as he is concerned they could beat him, they could torture him, but he would not cooperate with the enemy.
ÒJackÓ she said, this time with a slight tone of urgency in her voice, the guard to her left gave her a funny look, ÒAgent BristowÓ she corrected herself ÒYou are no longer CurveeÕs prisoner, I am under strict orders from my employer to deliver you to her.Ó She hoped he wouldnÕt resist much longer, she really didnÕt want to have to resort to physical force.
When Jack did not respond the guard on the left took it as his job to force Jack to move, or rather beat him till he decided to cooperate. Using the butt of his gun, he struck Jack hard against the side of his head causing him to slump over to one side.
Immediately the young women grabbed the guard and pulled him away, causing him to turn and face her. ÒI told you, the prisoner is to remain unharmed. Do you understand me!Ó The guard looked back at her with disgust and spat at her. ÒHe is a prisoner, I will beat him if I wish toÓ ÒThen you may leaveÓ she replied calmly. This only angered the guard more, ÒI do not take orders from youÓ he yelled striking her with a force that cause her head to whip to the side and her body to twist and fall to the floor. She caught herself, then standing back up as though she was completely unharmed she kicked the guard with such force that he fell backwards and hit his head of the iron bars on the side of the cell. His body slumped over, he was unconscious. The other two guards took one look at him, then at her, and made the decision that they should leave.
ÒJack, IÕm not the enemy, you are going to have to trust me on this, IÕll explain laterÓ she said in a hushed voice ÒYou have to come with me now, Curvee will be furious when he finds out IÕve knocked out one of his guards.Ó Jack was unsure as to rather or not to trust her, but he decided it was was worth a chance, and followed her out of the facility.
