There is only one thing I have in the entire world, male overprotectiveness My uncle is a reat man and is like the older brother I never had, but his insistence on sending me across country to protect me is insane. I am was perfectly safe and had, in fact, just received permission to live on base thus reducing my exposure. Getting permission to live at Fort Lewis was very difficult until my fellow civilian consultants started calling in dead. I am a historian and cultural anthropologist. My work at Fort Lewis is considered non-sensitive. Most of the consultants that had been killed worked in maintenance or support roles and it was assumed that their deaths were unrelated to their job. It wasn't until I realized that the dead men had all worked with me that I became concerned. That was when I asked for base housing. The letters were what got me the permission to live on base though. You can imagine my surprise then when my uncle, a former Army Ranger (1st Battalion, 1st Special Forces Division), showed up at my apartment the day before I was to move.
"Why didn't you tell me you're being threatened, Hanna?" he was barely containing his anger at my lack of information. "I told you when you started working for the army that anything suspicious you need to tell me. I had to find out from the guys at poker night that you were moving."
"I'm sorry, David. I didn't want to worry you what with the baby and everything" I knew that using his new daughter as an excuse was not going to fly for long. "I was going to tell you after I moved on base so that you could be assured that I'm safe and taking precautions."
"I've arranged for you to go into protective custody in New Jersey. Pack a bag, you leave in an hour." His voice was cold and the only evidence to his intense emotion were the fists held low at his sides.
"David," I wined, "I'm not going to New Jersey. I'm living on base and I'll be fine." I turned away and walked into the kitchen ready to eat my last meal in this apartment. Before I could dig into the Thai takeout I felt a prick to the back of my neck. Damn.
I woke up sitting in a plush leather seat, a small pillow under my head and a light blanket over me. My mouth was dry and I felt a bit groggy still. I looked around and realized I was on a plane to who knows where. Just then the flight attendant walked up to me.
"Good evening, Ms. Sherwood. Would you like something to drink? Your doctor said that you would most likely need a drink when you woke up." She smiled.
"Ginger ale please," I managed to choke out.
I wondered how David had got me on the plane. He drugged me and got clearance to put me on by posing as my doctor, the sneaky bastard. Now all I had to do was find a way to get home.
It was almost two hours later when the captain announced our arrival at Newark airport. A sigh escaped me as I realized what I should have known when I awoke on the plane. How would I avoid being locked in some safe house? First, I needed to avoid meeting whomever was to take me into custody. We landed and the attendant walked over to me.
"Ms. Sherwood, your doctor instructed us to have you deplane before the other passengers. He informed us that there will be someone to pick you up in the first class lounge. There is a wheelchair and a security person waiting to take you there."
"Thank you," I responded. It might be that the security person was there to take me to the safe house or I might actually be meeting someone in the lounge. I decided that I could not go to the lounge.
I was wheeled off the plane and a duffle bag was placed in my lap along with my purse as I was handed over to the security guard. He wheeled me off in the direction of the first class lounge and I decided that now was the best time to escape.
"Could you stop at the restroom please?" I asked politely.
"Sorry ma'am. I am to take you directly to the first class lounge with no stops. There are restrooms there if you need to freshen up."
Damn. So much for that plan, on to plan b. I had to time this right if I was going to get out of here. I waited until we had joined up with a group consisting of mostly seniors when I flipped the brake, jumped out of the chair and ran. I made around the corner and ducked into a bookstore. From there I watched the guard run past. Feeling better about the situation I calmly walked to the nearest restroom to check the contents of my bags. I needed ID and preferably some money, or at least a credit card, so that I could go home. I found some ID with the name Sherwood, Robin K. on it. David had done his homework and found my pen name, damn. I didn't find any credit cards and only enough cash to get a meal or two at McD's. Step one, change. Step two, call grandma to get me home. I quickly changed into the pant suit I found packed for me and put my hair up into a messy bun. I packed my purse in the duffle along with the clothes after placing the ID in my front pocket. Taking a deep breath I stepped out into the hallway and made my way to baggage claim. My plan was to make it look like I was waiting for someone to pick me up then call my grandma after enough time to where most people would assume I was calling my ride to complain about them being late. I made it to baggage claim and took a seat where I could see most of the entrances. I looked at the few company men waiting to pick up VIPs and then glanced at the clock. I could call grandma in 20 minutes. Just then a nicely dressed latino walked up to me.
"Hello, I'm Les. You look lonely, mind if I sit with you a while?" His smile was bright and he seemed nice but I decided that I needed to let him down.
"Sorry, I'm waiting for my ride to get here. He should be here any minute."
"Then I'll just wait with you."
"Thanks, that isn't necessary."
He sat next to me anyway and started chatting. After about a minute he said, "I never did get your name, care to tell me?"
"Robin Sherwood," I automatically answered. I know now that I should not have told him. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I felt the prick and my vision went dark.
I was waking up, I was sure of it, but I couldn't move. My body felt heavy like a stone slab was pressing against me. I could hear low voices in the room with me. What are they saying, concentrate Hanna. What are they saying? I can make out two voices. I assume the deep rumbling is a man and the lighter contralto a woman. Just then my ears seem to sharpen and I swear I heard the woman say that I should be given a choice where to stay, not drugged and locked up. She continues saying if it were her the man would give her a choice.
"Babe, she is not you and Loki called in the favor. I have to keep her as safe as I keep you and I don't know if she has your skills, your luck or your determination."
"Carlos. How will you ever find out if you keep her drugged out and locked up?"
"Babe."
Was that really a conversation? Am I dreaming? Who is Loki? David is such a dead man when I get back. I just sorry that little Anzu won't have a father. Who am I kidding, I could never hurt her that way just because her dad is an overprotective ass. I slipped back into unconsciousness wondering how I fucked up my escape.
My eyes opened seemingly on their own and it took me a minute to recognize the pattern I was looking at as ceiling tiles. I blinked a few times and then started assessing the rest of my body. Toes, check. Knees, check. Hips, check. I finally rolled my neck and decided I needed more information on where I was and who I was dealing with. I sat up on the bed and looked around finding myself in a small clinical setting. The door opened and I quickly looked around for a weapon. Nothing small was out and to hand but there were several heavy looking containers that would work in a pinch.
"Welcome to my humble kingdom. How are you feeling?" The man who walked through the door was a prime specimen of the male form. Tall, lean and well muscled he moved with an easy grace that I had seen before. I narrowed my eyes at him determined not to answer any questions until I knew more about the situation.
"Alright then," he said looking at my narrowed eyes. "You have questions, I'm sure, but I can't answer them. I'll call the bosses to come talk to you after I check you over."
"Don't touch me," I all but growl at him.
"I just need to make sure everything is reading normal."
"I said Don't. Touch. Me."
I guess I got through to him that time because he backed away from me and out the door. I couldn't tell if he was calling for back up or just didn't want to deal with me. I hopped off the bed and stalked to the door. As expected, it was locked. I wandered around the room quickly looking for something to defend myself with if I needed too. Nada. I went back to the door and looked at it. Stupid, the hinges are on this side! I started with the top hinge. I wedged a slender metal rod under the pin and started wiggling it up. In less then a minute both the hinges were off and I was out the door. I walked to a door that looked like it led to stairs, there was an exit sign hanging over it. I wanted to get out of here quickly. I opened the door and saw a three painted on the wall. I just need to make it down three floors, then I will be out of here. I started to hurry down the stairs. Just then I heard a door open above me and a man shout, "Don't let her out of the building!". I ran down two flights and flung open the door on the first floor. Thinking there might be someone already down here I forward rolled out the door springing up just past the desk set in front of the elevator. I could see my freedom out the tinted glass door when something hit me in the back. I was down but not out with a large man on top of me. I went limp hoping he would get off me and give me enough time to roll out the door. No such luck. He got off me while dragging my arms up behind my back. I stayed limp hoping to learn something.
A/N:
This is my first attempt at an actual story. The main theme is Johanna Glissen is sent to Rangeman for protection from some rather unsavory people who have been murdering her civilian contractor co-workers. Loki, Johanna's uncle David, drugs her to save her. There will be a babe theme from the perspective of Johanna as well as some relationship potential for her.