Faraday Household:
RING!
RING!
RING!
Ugh, I just got to sleep Vince thought. He slowly got himself out of bed and answered the phone.
"Hello?" Vince saying half asleep
"Vince, it's Marty, Flemming is having dinner with Portman tonight and I convinced him to let you be one of the security guards at the restaurant."
"Marty it's nine o'clock, I think Flemm-"
"Vince listen" Marty's voice sounded concerned. "This is probably your last shot at proving your worth to him. I know it's late but if you show up, you'll be showing your dedication to him and the job." Vince did think that after the bank "incident" he needed to show Flemming he could still be a valuable ARK trooper. "You're a good man Vince, I don't want to see you loose this job."
"Alright, Marty, I'll be there as soon as I can." Vince went back into the bedroom and kissed Dana on the forehead.
"What's up sweetie?" Dana asked.
"Marty called, Flemming is having an important dinner tonight and I need to be one of his security guards."
"But it's like nine."
"I know hon, billionaires' and their late dinners I guess."
"Well, be careful." Dana kissed her husband and went back to sleep. Vince put his ARK uniform on and headed for ARK tower.
Ark Tower:
Vince arrived and it seemed like all the cars that were going to be used were out and ready to go. Vince met up with Marty to go over the final preparations.
"Alright Vince, Peter is going to have dinner with this Portman guy and all we need to do is make sure the restaurant is secure and that nothing horrible goes wrong while he's eating."
"Sounds easy enough. What could possibly go wrong?" Vince saying in a joking like manner.
"Don't Jinx it man."
"Haha, I won't."
Peter arrived and stepped into his limo. Marty and Vince stepped in next and all the cars started up at once and left for the restaurant.
"Mr. Faraday I'm glad you could make it." Peter saying with little emotion.
"I'm glad I could come Sir." Vince saying professionally
A few minutes later the limo stopped. They arrived at their destination. Marty and Vince stepped out first, looking for any potential threats. Seeing none, Peter stepped out and went inside.
Restaurant:
Patrick Portman had already arrived and was waiting for his other guest to arrive. When Patrick saw Peter he stood up and shook hands with him. Peter and Patrick sat down while Vince and Marty stood assessing the room. Vince looked up and saw a strange sight. A girl in a beautiful looking attire arrived and was talking to the manager.
Wow, Vince thought. She looked pretty but the one thing he didn't like was her hair. It was short and black. He preferred someone with long hair but she was pretty nonetheless.
Orwell sat down near Flemming's table. She had fooled the manager into think she was a food critic and was allowed to eat there. But she didn't expect Vince to be there.
What was he doing here? She thought. She used her silverware as a mirror to see what was going on at Flemming's table.
Huh, Vince thought. That was probably one of the oldest tricks in the book. Using your silverware as a mirror to spy on people. He had used that trick a long time ago. Funny, he thought. He rarely used to think about those days. Just then what appeared to be the chef walked over to the girl and started talking to her. Vince didn't like him.
"Good evening, I'm so glad you came. Miss Orlando is it?" When he reached out his arm Orwell fears were true. One of the tower's agents had come to Palm city.
"Have we met?"
"No" Orwell saying with a fake smile.
"You look, very very familiar to me." The man laughed a little. "I think you remind me of my second wife." Orwell faked a laugh
"A reviewer you are of food? Expert, No? Please you will be my guest in the kitchen. I will show you the whole works."
"I couldn't."
"I insist." The man saying a little harshly. Orwell didn't see any other option. She got up and went into the kitchen. Vince had enough of this. He got up and headed for the kitchen.
"Vince" Marty said. "Where you going?"
"I don't like the chef." Vince saying sternly. "I'm gonna go check it out, for now tell Flemming to hold off on the main course."
"Be careful man."
Vince laughed a little. "I'll be back."
Vince walked into the kitchen and heard part of a conversation.
"Must be very very busy. What with your food blog and. . .writing for the congressional courtly."
Vince saw the man reach for the large kitchen knife. He couldn't take it anymore he had to intervene. Shooting his gun off would be to risky. The bullets could bounce off all the metal hardware in the kitchen.
"HEY!" Vince shouted. "Step away form the girl." Vince stood ready to attack him. The man just gave Vince a smirk and threw a knife at Vince at incredible speed. Vince barely managed to dodge the knife and saw it stick into the wall.
Orwell took out her tazer and tried to attack him but she failed. He grabbed her and threw her like a rag doll across a metal counter. Vince saw this and old reactions, he thought were buried, started to come back. He rushed over to the girl.
"You all right?" Vince asking worryingly.
"What's it look like?" Orwell sounding a little more mean then she intended. "Behind you!"
Vince kicked the man's leg and elbowed the guy's throat. Vince grabbed the guy's collar and prepared to deck him but the man head butted Vince first. Vince recovered quickly and blocked a swing from the man. Before he had time to react Vince grabbed a metal tray and hit the man hard. Orwell came up form behind and hit him with a metal bowl. He lay on the ground motionless.
"Well, he wasn't so tough." Vince saying humorously.
Orwell just rolled her eyes. She stepped over the body and looked Vince in the eyes.
"Well officer-"
"Faraday" Vince held out his hand
"Faraday" She shook his hand. "Thanks for the assistance."
"No problem, and your name is?" Vince trying not to sound to curious.
Orwell hesitated but the name was just an alias. "It's-"
"Look out!" Vince shouted as he pushed Orwell out of the way. The chef had recovered and threw a one of his special knife's in Orwell's direction. Vince as able to push Orwell out of harm's way in time but the knife hit him in the shoulder.
At first Vince felt some sharp pain but then it got worse. Vince was starting to feel dizzy and tense up. He started to feel excruciating pain all over his body like it was on fire. He could barely breathe and see clearly. He saw multiple objects in the room even though he knew there was just one.
Screw it Vince thought. He drew his gun and aimed it clumsily at the chef. The chef just laughed at Vince and he drew another knife.
"Tell me…" the chef said in a cynical tone. "Which is faster a bullet or a-"
BANG!
BANG!
"Right now I'd have to say a bullet." Vince saying after he shot the chef. The chef fell to the ground and laid there lifeless. Two bullets in the head Vince thought. "Haha I still got it." Vince saying under his breathe. " AHH!" Vince screamed in pain. It felt like his head was being pounded by a hammer and his body burning.
Not good, Orwell thought. "Let's go I need to get you to a hospital."
Inside of the dining room everyone heard the gunshots. People started to rush out in a panic. Portman stood up quickly and ran towards the exit.
Peter thinking there was nothing more he could do at the moment decided to leave. He'd get another shot at Portman but for now it was time to leave.
"We need to leave now!"
"But Sir." Marty said. "What about Vince?"
"He'll be fine. If he is injured then an ambulance will take him to the hospital but we leave now!" Peter saying forcefully
"Sir we can still help Vin-"
"We leave now Marty that's an order!"
Sorry Vince, guess I owe you one. Marty left with Flemming in the limo and all the ARK cars droves towards ARK Tower.
Orwell managed to carry Vince to her car. He somehow managed to get in and Orwell started to drive.
"Who….who are you?" Vince saying in a tired manner. He felt stiff and out of breathe. All of the sudden he saw something.
"It's not who I am Captain Faraday. It's who you are and an offer I'd like to propose to you."
Vince just saw himself back on the battlefield. That was the day he met Lynch. He was the man who recruited him for the C.I.A.
"I'm a friend Vince." He heard the girl say. Vince felt light headed. He knew he was going to pass out any second.
"Vince." Orwell saying worryingly. "Don't die on me now Vince." She started to drive faster.
"Ident. . .ify yourself." Vince barely able to say. He passed out and what he saw next was horribly familiar.
A/N: Ok next chapter is going to be a flash back and the arrival at the hospital. I might put while they're in the hospital either in the next chapter or ch.5 depending on how long the next chapter is (I got a cute Vince/Orwell moment in mind while they're in hospital). Also still working on my first story, I'm close on finishing the next chapter for that one. To those still reading my two stories thanks. I've just been busy. Also possible crossfic soon (No promises).