Annie woke up with a silent scream, sweat covering her face. She took deep breaths trying to calm her racing heart. Somehow nightmares had a way of taking your fears and making them ten times worse. Her fear that she wouldn't be able to get out alive was more vivid than it had ever been. What if she never got to see Danielle? Never got to play with her nieces again? Never got to see Auggie again? There were so many things she never got the chance to tell them.
Annie shook her head, trying to clear her mind of these thoughts. She couldn't think like that. She was going to make it out. She was going to make sure she had the chance to tell them everything she wanted to. Her sister was no longer going to be in the dark about what she did for a living. She was going to make time for her nieces. And she was going to have a serious talk with Auggie, after she figured out what was going on in her head. There are so many things she doesn't know yet, but what she does know is that if…no when she gets back home, things aren't going to be the same.
Annie jumped as the opening of the door shook her out of her thoughts. There was the clank of two bowls falling to the ground, the door closing, and the lock clicking back into place. Annie slowly crawled over to the bowls, made difficult by the new cuts and bruises on her abdomen. When she finally arrived at the bowls, Annie stopped to take a look at the long knife marks scarring her abdomen. Lifting her shirt, she saw long semi-shallow cuts across her stomach, with dried blood practically everywhere. Taking some of her precious water, Annie started to clean the cuts as best she could. The last thing she need was to die of an infection.
Once she was cleaned off, Annie finished up her meal. Today's looked more like actual meat, though not by much. Maybe it's a sign that things might start looking up. Right. Pushing the bowls back towards the door and limping/crawling back to the corner, Annie tried to figure out the Russians plan. Who was Alik? Where was he hiding? Why did he need all the money Boris and his men were bringing in? There was so much that they didn't know. Annie realized that they basically went into this operation completely unprepared. How could there have been such a big piece of the puzzle missing when the seventh floor suits set up the operation? Which brought Annie back to the bigger question, how the hell did they know that she was coming?
Sounds of heavy footsteps stopped Annie's mind from continuing the crazy theories she had been coming up with. When she heard the sound of the locks being unlocked and the door opening, Annie stood up a little straighter with a small grunt of pain. After the blindness of the new light subsided, Annie found herself staring at Boris, Dmitri, and Adrik, all wearing smiles like they were about to do something fun and exciting.
"So, are we ready to be good little spies and give us what we want or are we going to have some more fun today?"
Glaring, Annie determinedly said nothing. At the signal of Borris, Dmitri and Adrik again grabbed Annie, lifting her up and dragging her so that she was face to face with Borris.
"I'm going to take that awful glare as a no. Damn. I was hoping to be done with this today, but oh well."
The glint of the knife being pulled out of Borris's pocket sent a wave of apprehension and fear through Annie's body. Yesterday's experience made Annie want to never even touch another knife. Her eyes followed the knife's path from his pocket, to her stomach. Feeling the knife lifting up her shirt, Annie's stomach clenched.
"Let me ask again. Who do you work for?"
The only answer he received was silence. Faster than Annie would have expected, Borris slashed the knife on top of one of the slashes left from yesterday. Unprepared, Annie cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I told you. It's our jobs to break people. Now once again. Who sent you? A pretty young girl like yourself doesn't end up in our hands for no reason."
With just another glare as his answer, Annie received another slash across on old one. By the time they were done, Annie was covered in sweat and blood and she could hardly stand.
"You have been warned. You give us the silent treatment tomorrow and this will look like a picnic compared to what we will do."
With those parting words, they threw Annie into the corner, went out, threw in the bowls, and shut the door, enveloping Annie in the darkness once again. With a shaky breath, Annie tried to move towards the bowls. Every action hurt, and by the time she reached the bowls, Annie was covered in even more sweat and blood and was more exhausted than she had ever been. Grabbing the water, Annie cleaned her wounds, pouring the water onto them with a hiss. Once that was done, she ate as much as she could, crawled back to her corner, and just about passed out with exhaustion.
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Auggie walked in to the DPD more frustrated than ever. How Joan ever thought that he would be able to get a good night's sleep with Annie being held hostage was beyond him. He ended up waking every other hour, worrying over Annie and trying to think of a way to get her home safely. The ONLY reason he was just now getting into work (at seven in the morning) was because he knew that if he came any earlier, Joan would have sent him straight back home.
Once he got to his desk, Auggie logged on and triple checked everything his team and dug up on the Russian group, scanning all the files for some kind of useful information that would help them. They knew were the Russians were staying at right now, but they had no way of finding out which of the underground rooms they were holding Annie hostage. Search every signal room would be tiring and could possibly warn them of their arrival. Grabbing his stress ball, Auggie leaned his head back and started to think of ways that would find her specific room.
Suddenly, Auggie shot back up and began furiously typing onto his computer. After some more clicks and beeps, Auggie ran his fingers over the reader one last time before jumping up and practically running towards Joan's office.
"I know where Annie is being kept!"
With eyebrows raised, Joan put her pen down and looked up at Auggie.
"Are you sure? We can't send an extraction team unless you're completely sure. It might tip them off that we're coming."
"Positive. I tracked her phone's last known GPS coordinates. We had assumed that it had been destroyed at the time of the explosion because of the lost connection. Seems as though it stayed on her somehow and was still emitting her GPS signal. The Russians probably took it from her and destroyed it, but now before they took her down into one of the underground rooms. Her GPS signal shows us exactly which room they were in."
"And you're positive?" With one sharp nod from Auggie, Joan also nodded her head, "Alright then, I'll set up the extraction. The team should be leaving in less than an hour."
"Thank you."
With that, Auggie went to his desk, packed up, and headed home. As soon as he arrived home, Auggie began to pack his suitcase, called the airlines for the first ticket to Moscow, informed his superintendent that he would be gone for a couple of days, and called a taxi to drive him to the airport. He was determined to be there whenever Annie got out of that hell hole. Sure she had been in dangerous situations before; it was part of the job. But never had she been captured and tortured like this, and from what Auggie read on their files, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what they did to her.
The plane ride was one of the longest plane rides in Auggie's life. Once he arrived in Moscow, Auggie, after being led to the front to the awaiting cab, headed towards the center of operations for the extraction, having extracted the information from Stu. Normally they would just communicate to the agents from base. But because of the type of operations the Russians were running, they agency had no idea how many, if any, other hostages were being kept.
During the ride, Auggie called Joan and informed her of his whereabouts. Joan, while still pissed that Auggie went to Moscow without a word, gave him permission (after much argument), to be at the command center to help when he could and to be there for whenever they rescued Annie. When they arrived, an Agent Luis guided Auggie towards the command center where they set him up with a headset so that he would be able to tell them any information they acquired back at Langley.
Impatiently, Auggie waited for the extraction team to get into their positions. They were going to finally rescue Annie from these guys and as much as he wanted to beat the living hell out of the guys that did this, he knew that Annie needed him more. Having no idea what had happened to her in the past couple of days, Auggie expected the worst. After what felt like forever, the team announced that they were in position and were waiting for the all clear. Taking a deep breath, Auggie asked if Stu was ready at Langley, and then gave the all clear. They were so close, and if Auggie had to go in himself, Annie was going to get out alive, one way or another.
A/N: Ya. I know. I am a horrible person for not updating in I don't know how long. I could give you a bunch of excuses but I don't think yall want to here 'em. Just know my life is pretty hectic, less now so since finals are FINALLY over, BUT I'm going to try and update more. I finally have a more concrete idea of where the story is going to go, so yay! I must apologize for any grammer or spelling mistakes, it is late and I am extremely tired as well as sleep deprived. Hope yall enjoy! As usual any advice or comment would be appreciated and extremely helpful. Thanks to all who have reviewed and just to all who have taken the time to read my story :) Sorry for the long author's note!
