AN: I've decided to keep going. I was going to end it with this chapter but then I got this wonderful idea, but now that I think about it maybe I should save it for another time. But I can't see a more perfect time for this, so it looks like I'll have to continue the story. Well, I made you guys wait four months for an update, I suppose you deserve something, however not really…
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Phileas and Rebecca ran out of the glass door and they were about to follow Jules and Passepartout but the hallway they went into was swarming with Gregory's goons.
Rebecca quickly pulled Phileas the other way and they ran.
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"Passepartout, was this the plan?" Jules asked his fellow countryman.
"No, it wasn't." Passepartout answered as four armed men surrounded them.
"What should we do?" Jules and Passepartout were now standing back to back, half expecting the eventual attack.
Jules felt Passepartout shrug, "I don't know. Maybe we should run?"
"We won't be able to get past them any time soon." Jules said as they continued to pace together.
"You know, even though we don't speak French we're damn sure that you're not getting out of this!" one of the men shouted.
Jules smiled in response, "Did you bring anything, Passepartout?"
"All I have are a pistol, two knives, and something very special."
"So you have a plan?" Jules asked hopefully.
"Okay, enough of this." The same man broke in again, "Get them."
Three more men join them in their attack and before it even began a crackle hit the ground and the whole corridor became smothered in smoke.
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"Did we just run in a circle?" Rebecca asked as they turned a corner and faced a group of men surrounding Passepartout and Jules.
Phileas glanced at Rebecca and they both began to move in when smoke began to flood the entire level.
"This must be Passepartout's doing." Phileas said to Rebecca and then in French, "Verne, Passepartout! Over here!"
They heard running and hoped the footsteps belonged to friends.
"Fogg, let's go." Jules said although Phileas could only see a blurry shape.
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This time Passepartout led the way out of the hallway and they were able to make it back to where James had brought them in.
"Passepartout, go up the ladder first and secure the boat." Phileas ordered as he listened closely to the halls making sure that they were still clear.
Passepartout nodded and quickly climbed the ladder, followed by Rebecca, Jules and then himself.
Just as Jules was about to grasp the top rung, his body became slack and he let go of the ladder completely. He fell, bringing Phileas with him.
The fall felt forever and there was nothing to slow the fall. In the midst of the eternal fall Phileas heard a sickening crack.
They landed hard. Phileas coughed a few times trying to right his breathing. He pushed himself up slowly and fixed his eyes on Jules.
He wasn't moving and that wasn't right. Phileas pulled Jules into his lap and in the background he heard people coming, but they did not concern him at the moment.
"Verne," Phileas gasped, "what...happened?"
Jules's eyes sparked with pain but he didn't speak and remained still.
Phileas stood up, pulling Jules with him. He slung Jules's small frame over his shoulder and was about to climb the ladder when a voice commanded him to stop.
Phileas would have kept going however, Jules suddenly began bucking. Jules kicked out unexpectedly and tipped Phileas off to the side. Jules fell off Phileas's shoulder and onto floor with a small moan.
Phileas crouched down, once again pulling Jules into his lap, "Verne," Phileas said, looking down into his friend's wide, brown eyes, "What is the matter?"
"Hey, how far did ya think you'd get?" Sebastian interrupted and stepped away from the mass of black and armor which had surrounded them. He boldly stepped forward, "Grab the kid." He directed two men and motioned for another pair, "Take the British guy and follow."
Phileas was not sure how to place the man's accent, but something defiantly screamed American. He had to do something now, he was sure that if he waited any longer any chance of escape would be impossible.
Phileas held Jules protectively but it made little difference as the armored men practically ripped him away. Two men held Jules tight, although their contact seemed unnecessary as Jules made no effort to free himself.
At the same moment, Phileas jumped up and fought frantically with their captors and managed to beat two of them. His back was now against the ladder and he climb up a few rungs, watching the men below him.
"Damian," Sebastian ordered, "lets see how much it will take for this guy to give in."
Damian stepped out of the crowd, remote in hand. He smiled devilishly and glanced up at Phileas. "Sebastian, how about we try to make things easy first?"
"Sure bro, Fogg, come down and save your friend from pain." Sebastian walked towards the ladder but stopped short of arm's length.
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Passepartout and Rebecca watched the fight from atop the ladder. As the men gathered around Phileas and Jules, Passepartout ran to their boat and gathered all his smoke bombs. When he returned, he heard Sebastian say something about 'pain' and he dropped the bombs into the sub.
Rebecca and Passepartout waited a few moments before descending into the white smoke which twisted up the ladder and towards the sky.
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Once Sebastian heard the small clicks of metal hitting metal, he ordered his men to fall back. They had what they wanted, there was no reason to hang around and lose it.
Sebastian, Damian, their charge plus the two guys holding him backed away from the smoke and into a normally closed off corridor.
Sebastian led the way back to Gregory with Damian making sure they were safe.
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Phileas knocked down two goons when the smoke bombs hit while Rebecca took out four more. Passepartout had seen where Jules had gone and was trying his best to follow, however he seemed to be hindered by the guards.
The fight lasted for a few more minutes before Phileas managed to find an opening and pull the three of them out of the offensive and into the run they were now currently engaged in.
Phileas led them through a hallway before he gave control to Passepartout when he glanced back to see what was happening.
Phileas heard running but could not see anyone following. He hissed at his valet to hurry and hoped he knew where they were going.
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Jules was tired of being dragged around but he was really tired of not being able to do anything about it.
They laid him down on floor again. It felt the same, cold, hard, gray…can something feel gray?
It wasn't the same room though; the door was the same metallic gray as the floor. There was a desk in this room as well as two book cases and a few spare pieces of furniture.
"Boss," Sebastian stood at attention with his hands behind his back as he addressed the count who was seated on one of the chairs, "what exactly is our plan?"
Count Gregory thought about the question for a moment. He would really like it if Fogg died, but he wasn't sure what kind of death would be proper for him. Fogg had to die a painful death, extraordinarily painful. Suddenly an idea hit him, "How much control do we have of Monsieur Verne?"
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Complete and utter control.
The words rang in his head and Jules knew he wasn't going to like what was going to come next.
"Demonstrate." Gregory commanded.
Yeah, he really wasn't going to like this idea.
"Yes, sir." Sebastian said and took out his controller and walked out of the room, when he returned he held a flat, extremely bright green, notebook like device.
Sebastian put the notebook thing on the desk and opened it as if it were a chest. Immediately, light glowed from the top half of the notebook.
Jules watched, fascinated, as words and images filled the top half. Sebastian sighed, cracked his fingers and rested his hands on the bottom half of the notebook.
Light clicking sounds filled the air for a few moments before it was broken by Damian. "What do you want him to do?" he sounded excited.
Sebastian glanced at his little brother and then the clicking resumed.
Jules involuntarily sat up, the guards started to move but Sebastian stopped them with a hand. He wildly looked to Sebastian for an answer but all he got in return was a sadistic smile.
Sebastian bent over and began the clicking again. Jules's body responded. There was no pain but the movements were not his. His mind did not send the commands but his body was following.
Jules was on his hands and knees. He tried to fight, to stop, but he couldn't. He was stuck in his head, watching himself crawl towards Gregory.
When he was a foot from Gregory's feet, Jules's body stopped. He sat back on his legs and bowed his head, his hands sitting neatly on his knees.
Gregory was impressed, "His mind has no control over any of his actions?"
"None at all, sir." Damian replied.
Gregory reached out and touched Jules's head, patting none too gently, "Monsieur Verne, you must be amazed by this."
Jules wanted to pull away from the heavy touch and to spit in the count's face but he couldn't. He could not even look in the direction he wanted to. "Yes, sir, I am." He heard himself say, mechanically.
The count smiled, or grimaced, whichever way you want to look at it.
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Phileas, Rebecca, and Passepartout made their way back to their entrance and Passepartout brought them into the passage he saw Sebastian take Jules.
The corridor led them directly to a room and distantly they heard talking, however it was too soft to distinguish what they were saying.
Phileas and Rebecca looked at each other. They could either go in blazing right now or they could wait it out and see what happens. Find another way in and get Jules out. But the last option took time and Phileas wanted to get out now.
Phileas motioned for Passepartout to step back and commanded him to run if things got bad. They needed one person to get back up if the plan failed.
Rebecca reached for the door which opened to the touch with a small, unnoticed creak. Through the crack Rebecca saw six men in all. Two were by a desk and two were closer to the door while one sat in a chair and one kneeled in front of the other.
"He's in there." Rebecca whispered to her cousin.
Phileas nodded and took out his pistols, "You take the left and I'll take the right."
Rebecca tilted her head in response, "Ready? Go."
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AN: How's the story comming? I feel like it's getting long and that the plot is getting screwed, although I'm not sure what my plot was...
