29/5/13
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Chapter 3
When Grantaire awoke it was not pleasant. He fell into unconsciousness only mid-way through his punishment the day before and the guards had not eased up at all. His left eye was swollen shut and Grantaire could feel the bruises swelling on his exposed skin. Breathing sent tremors throughout his body and broken ribs threatened to jut out of his skin. But he would never tell them about Enjolras; not even if his life hung by a thread … Which it may do before this is all over, but he was not scared. The worst pain was his shoulder; the muscles were torn and the hole the hook pierced through was growing bigger every movement he made. And obviously, the bigger it got the more pain it put him in; but that probably did not need mentioning. The door thumped open and the evil woman strode in once again.
"Morning Agent R, I assume you didn't have a nice night's rest," she sighed walking over to where he hung. Grantaire remained silent; he was unable to summon the energy for a witty retort. She lightly stroked his swollen eye with surprising gentleness. "I really don't want to have to hurt you R," she whispered in his ear as she circled round him. "I really like you, more than the other prisoners I have dealt with throughout the years," she smiled, brushing the hair away from his eyes.
Grantaire looked up as she touched his face. This time he properly looked at her; he didn't assume what his captor would look like. But she was certainly younger than he expected; she looked to be around early twenties, around his age. He tried to choke out the words that were lingering in his mind. He tried to tell this girl that she didn't need to do this and the CIA would be able to help her. But before the words could form on his tongue, the girl gently pressed his mouth shut and her finger rested over his lips. "No need to talk R," she smiled. "You get him down!" she shouted to one of the henchmen. Grantaire froze and panic rose in his chest. If they were getting him down then that meant they wanted to do something more than interrogate him; and that could never end well. He tried to struggle but the pain was overpowering and his limbs were not his own anymore. As soon as the hook was pulled out of his shoulder, Grantaire let out a cry of pain and collapsed forwards into the thug's arms. Blood poured down his shoulder; breathing became laboured. Every breath choked in his throat and he felt on the verge of hyperventilation. Everything was blanked out apart from the overpowering pain that tore through his body in a path of flame.
The girl bandaged up him shoulder; which was a good sign. She would not bother to stop him bleeding to death if they were going to kill him. That thought stayed planted in his mind to ward of the slowly approaching panic attack he could sense was coming. They wanted information, so they would need him alive. Dead he would be no use to them. The girl arrived again this time holding a syringe. Grantaire started struggling in vain against his captors; he hated needles, they were the only thing that terrified the secret agent. Bad things happened when needles were involved, it was a proven fact. His feeble struggles did not stop the girl slowly injecting the suspicious liquid into his blood stream. Slowly he grew even weaker until even his frenzied eyes could not stay open. What the hell did she just inject me with? Grantaire thought before his body shut down once again.
Enjolras had refused to leave the conference room and spent the whole night curled up in the chair watching the live feed. The Techies had tried to trace the signal but it was bouncing around the world every ten minutes; he was currently in Venezuela. Enjolras watched the whole beating, unable to wrench his eyes away from the large screen. His perfect porcelain cheeks were marred by tear tracks running down to his chin. No one could get through to their chief agent; he was nothing without R. They weren't just a partnership; they were one person, without his other half Enjolras could not function. He was snapped out of his trance-like state by the thump of the door on the screen. He watched them get Grantaire down and began to panic when she returned with the needle. Grantaire hated needles. Once Grantaire was out cold, she addressed the camera. "Agent E, I assume you are watching this. If you want Agent R to remain safe then meet me us by the statue in Lincoln Park, D.C," she smiled as Grantaire was dragged from the cellar. "Meet me there at ten o'clock on Monday and do not bring any CIA lackeys with you; see you soon," she giggled and the feed cut off. Enjolras leapt to his feet without a second thought; he had two days before that meeting. He needed to stake out the park and work out tactics.
However his boss had other ideas. "E, sit now!" he shouted, blocking Enjolras' route to the door. "There is no way I am letting you go to that meeting," he stated once they had managed to wrestle Enjolras into a chair and had him pinned there.
"But if I don't go they will kill him!" Enjolras screamed with pure rage and fear resonating in his voice.
"And if you go then they will kill you," the chief replied trying to stay calm but Enjolras was in a frenzy.
"I will not let him die for me," he hissed and the chief sighed.
"I know, that is why we need to work out a plan for this meeting," his boss stated. His calm but stern attitude succeeded in calming Enjolras' mind slightly. They were right; he needed a plan to get them both out of this alive.
"So what were you thinking of?" Enjolras asked, finally calming down. The rest of the agents let out a sigh of relief and sat down round the table.
