Dead In a Heartbeat
by holocene
disclaimer: they are not mine.
Agent Michael Vaughn casually walked down the street, his face unemotional. He had spotted Sydney a moment before and was following her to their arranged meeting spot. Suddenly, without warning, he was grabbed from behind. He whirled around, attempting to get away from the attacker, but came face to face with three very large men. There was no point in going for his gun or even trying to escape. This was midday in the middle of a busy street. All he'd do was get some innocent killed.
The men said nothing, quickly disarming him and shoving him into a waiting car. He was then blindfolded and gagged. Surprisingly, he remained calm. Of course, that was the first thing they taught you at the CIA. Stay calm. Panic afterwards . . .
He tried to track the car by estimating where they were turning, but there were so many turns that he couldn't even begin to guess which direction they were going. He had no idea who these people were or what they wanted. But he'd bet money that SD-6 had something to do with it. He hoped Sydney wasn't in any trouble this time.
The car stopped suddenly and the men all got out, dragging him along as well. Moments later, they removed the blindfold, allowing him to take in his surroundings. He was in a warehouse of some sort . . .
"Where did you bring me?" he asked calmly. "What do you want?"
He was caught off guard when one of the men punched him hard in the stomach, knocking him off his feet.
"Why were you following Agent Bristow?"
iDeny Vaughn, Deny/i
"Following who? Who is Agent Bristow?"
This time the man kicked Vaughn.
He groaned. "I don't know, please . . ." He couldn't tell these people who he was.
One of the men held up a picture, and he feigned surprise. "She's an agent . . . of the FBI, CIA?"
They ignored his question, "Why were you following her?"
"Look man, I was just going to ask her out. I don't want any trouble. If you're her boyfriend or something . . . that's none of my business - I didn't know she was seeing someone . . . I've seen her around town . . . Look, why don't you just let me go and everything will be okay."
"You're CIA." one of the men said.
"And we don't deal with small time crimes and stuff. And I'm fine. There's no reason to report this . . . unless it happens again or something."
The men started laughing.
Vaughn managed to look confused. "I don't understand."
Should I continue?