I'm back. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school's just been hectic ATM - GCSEs and what not.
And sorry if any of the info involving guns or medical knowledge is wrong. I'm still in school so yeah...
Thanks to all who reviewed, especially idadri for your lovely comments thanks! :)
Enjoy...
Charlie's POV
I held my captor's gun in my left hand and knelt down beside my would-be-captor. I pulled his black mask of. He was Special Agent James Oak, he was on my list of suspects. And my friend. I stood back and looked down on him with hate. I pushed my feelings aside for the time being to escape. I held my own gun in my right hand, and James' gun in my left. I walked back over to the door and cocked both guns. I stepped into the hallway and looked down at the two men – both of which had moved into my view. I raised my arms. I pulled the triggers. BANG! BANG! I shot them both in the side – just to stop them from chasing me. They fell to the floor clutching their sides and groaning. The one on the left turned over to see what happened, the other stayed on his uninjured side writhing in pain. I holstered my gun, still holding James'. I strolled over to them.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" the fat, bold one, laying on his back asked (rather loudly).
"You kidnapped me, remember?" I responded as he raised his gun. Before he got a chance to pull the trigger I kicked his hand down, following with a swift kick to his injured side. I picked up his gun – a standard police issue Glock 22 (he's not well enough dressed for an FBI), he's the mole in cop's department. I held the barrel of his gun and smacked the dirty cop in his temple – causing a blackout. I stashed his gun in my laptop back. I walked around to the other man and pulled his gun out – a standard military issue Beretta M9. The army mole. I knocked the guy out the same as the other and stashed his gun as well. I looked down at my now blood-covered hands and wiped them on my shirt.
I withdrew my own handgun, again holding two, as I rounded the corner and began to walk down the hall. I walked down the hall, random crates scattered everywhere. As I approached the double doors at the end of the corridor I heard more voices.
"Wha' the 'ell's takin' James so long?" a British, Australian sounding voice asked.
"You know how he likes his torcher," another younger voices replied.
"Still, i' shouldn' take tha' long. And if i' were we would be able to 'ear 'is screams," the first voice suspecting something was wrong (which it was, for him), "go check on 'im."
I holstered my own gun and put James' in my bag. I walked behide a nearby crate and pulled my knife from my leg.
"Alright, fine," the second voice sighed as the door opened.
Once the man walked past me, I sprung out, I wrapped a hand around his mouth, put a knee in his back and slit his throat. I then lay his body behind the crate and sheathed my knife. I wipped my blooded hands on my shirt again. I pulled the man's gun out – a standard NSA Lugar 9mm pistol. He was the mole in the NSA. I walked back to the double doors and cocked my gun. I looked through the dirty window. A man was sitting, with his back to the door, at a table on the left side of the room drinking some whiskey. There was a metal fridge in the left corner, a blue sofa against the right wall with a coffee table in front of it. I opened the door quickly, stepped into the room and shut it silently behind me. I stalked up to him and BANG! Shot him in his left shoulder – no critical damage, just pain. He yelled in agony, jumped out of his chair and spun round clutching his shoulder.
"Wha' the 'ell are you doin' 'ere?" the man grunted in frustration and pain.
"Oh for God's sake, would you people stop asking me that – you kidnapped me," I replied still pointing my gun at him as I strode towards him. I closed the gap and punched him in the jaw just as he fired his gun. I felt a sharp pain in my left side, but did not look, instead I holstered my gun a ripped his off him while he was still dazed. I pulled my handcuffs from my laptop bag, yanked his hands behind his back and cuffed him. I pushed him down and put my foot on his back.
I lifted my turned-red shirt and inspected the GSW. The bullet just grazed in and out of my side, I knew it would not do much harm so, I pulled him up and shoved him onto the sofa. I stood in between him on the coffee table, placing his gun on the table behind me. I grabbed hold of his jaw with my left hand, making him look at me.
"Why'd you kidnap me?" I questioned him. He just laughed. I punch him with my right hand. He spat some blood out to the side, looked back and laughed. I held his chest down, turned around and looked at his gun – Glock 23 a standard FBI issue (and he wears a suit). He's the mole in the FBI. I turned back to him and removed my hand. I put my foot on his chest, he looked down at it then looked to me and frowned. I smiled at him, lifted the end of my trouser and withdrew my knife.
"Now I know that you don't know what I used to do, cus if you did, you would start to shout your deepest secrets from the rooftops. Now I'm gonna give you one more chance to answer me, before I relapse into my old ways," I said while leaning on my knee and twirling my knife. I moved my foot off him and sat on the edge of the coffee table, "so, why'd you kidnap me?" he just smiled, "ok. You brought this on yourself."
I put his gun in my laptop bag and re slung it over my shoulder. I punched him again, then walked over to the table he was sitting at earlier. I put me bag down by it. The table had lots of cool torcher devices on it (convenient for me). I unrolled a black case, it was full of different sized pins, needles and some small pliers and knives.
"Uhuh. Here we go," I said as I picked up the black roll-up case and turned around. I walked over to the coffee table and placed the case on it. I pulled ou inch needle and walked around to the FBI rat, "hmm," I said looking at his sleeve, "now that won't do," I passed the needle to my other hand and withdrew my knife again. I pushed him down and cut a patch off his sleeve at the elbow. I put my knife away again. I held him down with my left hand and held the needle in my right.
"The Ulnar Nerve. The largest nerve in the human body, that is unprotected, it goes from the shoulder to the finger nail beds. Where it passes through the elbow it's know as the funny bone," with that I plunged the needle into the nerve, he started struggling under my grip and yelled in pain, then he started grinding his teeth together, "why. Did you. Kidnap Me?"
After another minute he grunted, "alrigh', alrigh'. Urgh. Take I' ou'."
I pulled the needle out of his arm and sat him back up.
"I may as well, I 'ave nothin' t' loose. K, so this guy comes t' me one day wiv a lis' of names says they're corrup' law enforcement, then 'e says, I wan' ya t' take this guy 'is name's Charlie Eppes. 'e says ya take 'im 'n' 'old 'im for $87,000, 'e then says af'er tha' ya keep 'im 'n' make 'im 'ack in ta some banks 'n' take ou' millions 'n' move from sta'e ta sta'e 'n' one day drop 'im in Ohio or Tennessee or someplace like tha' away from LA."
"What was this guy's name?"
"Derrick Bird. 'e said 'e was an old friend of yours 'n' when I asked if we should kill ya 'e said 'n' I quo'e 'he's gonna get what's coming to him, and that's gonna be worse than death'."
"I should have guessed Derrick was behind this," I said as I scratched the back of my neck, "ok, just one more thing."
"mm?"
"Night night."
"What?" he asked as I punched him in the temple – causing a blackout.
I turned around and walked round the table I put the needle away, rolled up the black case and put it away. I picked up my laptop bag and walked out of the room. I started to walk down the long, winding corridor in the thick dark shadows.
Can I get your view on who Derrick should be please:
a) Charlie's Ex-boyfriend (and Charlie be bi) and Charlie has arrested lots
b) Charlie's rival
c) Other (specify)
Thanks guys :)
