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Shots were being fired over and over again as snipers and units entered the complex with the intent to kill. Peters was alone in his room holding his revolver when a masked macho man entered. He shot the man with all his bullets in the chest but to know use. The masked man was wearing a bullet proof vest and seemed to feel no pain at the hits.
The masked man just grinned in his eyes and lifted a small gone and shot Peters in the head. Was Peters dead? No, the shot was an injection was of a tranquilizer. The masked man beckoned the others to grab him and said, "To the helicopter. He must be unharmed."
On the other side was Benard Louis. He wasn't a fighting man. No, he was a healer. So when four men with shotguns in their skillful hands burst in he bent low and begged for clemency of any sort. But alas they had no order to spare him. So with great vengeance the four men shot Louis fifty times and left as Louis' blood kind of flooded the room.
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It was a slaughter. There was no mercy given to any of Peter's men, and people. All were shot from the old man to the young man to the woman. No one was spared thanks to the fierce vengeful orders of the dangerous Phoenix who obviously did not take to lightly the torture and capture of one of his men.
Blood was scattered, bones were broken, and the mind was sent out from each person a scream of pain and utter loss. But these masked men and women didn't care. The people that were needed alive—the two—and ready to set off.
Once every one was checked to make sure their pulses were no more, the second and command bodyguard Ronan ordered with a low shout, "Burn them."
So it was done. The complex was burned thanks to shot gunpowder, burnt oil, and etc. The fires reached a terrifying height with a strong force of heat. The men who traveled on ground ran or walked with no fear but of accomplishment and left while the ones in the helicopter flew back home to the Phoenix and in one of those helicopters was Delmont and Tony who was being called Lorne.
"How have you been holding up in there, Lorne?" Delmont asked as a medic studied some of Tony's wounds.
Tony shrugged. "I was trained for this, Delmont, I never been better." He thought of Peters and slightly shuddered. He was thankful that the man didn't use the Pear of Anguish on him. "Mr. Peters is alive." It was not a question. It was an order.
Sensing Lorne's concern, Delmont nodded. "You are not the only one Lorne. Our Phoenix made the account so."
Tony smiled. And they both didn't say anything else. It was going to be quite awhile until they returned to the Phoenix.
He couldn't believe that he just escaped. It was a shame that he didn't get the chance to see Peters face realize that he now has the pneumonic plague but at least he wouldn't have to deal with torture any time soon.
He looked around at Delmont and the four others. The Phoenix had requested his rescue. He couldn't help but grin outwardly. He was now in another role and not as Jensen but as a man known as Lorne. He remembered the first time he became Lorne. It was when Gibbs was gone and Lorne was the first role he took. It was his job to get close to the enigmatic Phoenix and he did.
He became the Phoenix most trusted man besides Delmont and he was proud of it. He came to know the Phoenix very well for a month. The Phoenix was refined man with an easy manner and patient green eyes. Tony had to admit to himself that even though the Phoenix was what he was, he couldn't help but admire, respect, and like the man.
He knew what Lorne was very well. Tony had made sure that Lorne was clever, secretive, yet extremely loyal and has a knack for getting information out of people. He recognized the four men. So he decided to acknowledge them.
He turned to a young blonde and said, "You and your wife still in that old shit-like house, Stevens?"
Stevens smiled. "Yeah, I told her that we should move but you know women."
Tony and Stevens laughed. "They always get what they want when they want it so it should be wise that we men just agree with it."
Tony as Lorne switched his gaze to an old man that sat near Stevens and smiled. "You got your promotion I see, Daniels."
Daniels nodded proudly. He showed Tony a scar on his next. Tony nodded back and asked, "Did you return the favor?"
"Twofold." Daniels said.
Lastly he glanced at the twins. The twins were in their mid 20's and they both had dyed their hair green with their black eyes still and watchful. "McGraw brothers." He grinned. "Still causing mischief without me?"
"Always." The brothers said simultaneously. "We missed you, Lorne. The pranks we play still haven't matched yours."
Tony laughed. "Some day when you get a little wiser."
"What do you mean Tony's not there?!?" Gibbs yelled in disbelief.
He was in the Director's office along with McGee, Ziva, Ducky, and Abby. He was sitting in the chair in front of Jen's sit. McGee and Ziva sat on the two vacant seats on the right hand side while Abby and Ducky sat on the other two vacant seats in back.
Jen put her hand up. "Easy Gibbs," she said. "He's not in the compound. The tip we got only led us to a place that was burning."
"How long ago?" Ziva suddenly asked with clear worry and anxiousness for Tony.
"An hour ago." Jen replied. She picked up a remote and pressed a button. A picture of Mr. Peters and Benard and Louis was shown.
"Tony's mark was the older man wasn't it?" Abby asked. She was glad that she was allowed in the meeting.
"Yes, that is correct." Jen assured. Then she replaced the screen pictures with footage that came all the way from Europe thanks to a classified email. She pressed play and they all watched the fire burn and burn.
"Some one set that and it is not any government's doing."
"Then who can it be?" McGee asked.
Jen was thoughtful. "It depends. I'm not quite sure. But I have a few ideas."
"What are they, Jen?" Ducky finally asked. He was intrigued and worried over Tony.
"Maybe it's the Phoenix."
The Phoenix was now standing out of his back yard where four to five helicopters could land. He was thinking about how he almost lost his most valuable player.
"It was close but it won't happen again." And he was damn sure of it.
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Tony smiled at the conversation that the others were currently having without him. He didn't mind being left out. No, it gave him a moment's rest in a slight wave of solitude.
He closed his eyes. He wasn't sleepy even though he was incredibly tired. He wanted to get lost in his thoughts. But the strangest thing was he could not think of his previous thoughts. He did not have any new thoughts.
No, instead he felt the tingly sensation down his back and on his thighs. He refrained himself from flinching and wincing at the growing pain. But the problem was that he couldn't move. Toes move… He thought that long in hard but felt and sensed no such movement. And there it was! The headache came back pounding into his mind along with that irritating itch. He felt like he was going to cough out something but he held it back. Delmont and the others did not and could not know about his illness. Some how he will have to stop them from taking any blood samples for various tests. I highly doubt that… He tasted his sputum and it was bloody. With great disgust and need he swallowed the sputum and waited.
He drifted into unconsciousness.
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"Who's the Phoenix?" McGee and Abby asked at the same time. They both were kind of confused the anyways it was news to hear that such a person exits.
Before Jen could respond, Gibbs took the role. "The Phoenix is probably one of the well-loved and the most feared man in Europe. He owns casinos, maybe drugs, and other people.
He was running. He could not stop running but he was in the same place as if he didn't move in inch even though he was running. He turned back and saw their faces coming closer and closer to him. He tried to run and move away but he couldn't. Pain instantly enveloped him as he fell to the ground. They pounced him and he screamed.
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"Lorne!"
Tony opened his eyelids and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He must have dozed off in the helicopter ride. He stretched his arms and noticed something. He didn't hear any noise. He looked around and realized that he wasn't in the helicopter any more. No, he was in a white room lying down on a comfortable cozy bed with a tall, inquisitive man looking down at him.
His eyes widened. He knew that presence he was feeling, even though his eye sight was crimpy and blurry. The man's face was too close for his personal boundaries but when he moved to find any weapon hidden under his pillow, he smelled the familiar and beguiling aroma of the man he so loyally followed.
He rubbed his eyes once more as the man leaned back with a soft knowing smile on his face.
"You were screaming, Lorne." The man's eyes were troubled even though he held that smile upon his handsome face. "Peters did a number on you."
At the mention of Peters, Tony frowned and flinched inwardly. He knew why he was screaming. Sure, he was dreaming about some of the things the Peter did to him but it was mostly the dreams that he was given by his disease. But he wouldn't let the man know that.
"Good to see you too, Phoenix, always the mother hen, you are." Tony joked.
The Phoenix's lips quirked up in light amusement despite the worry he was feeling. "Oh yes, Lorne, I cannot help myself since I found out what a coward like Peters inflicted on you my dear stubborn friend."
"I'm not that stubborn…" Tony protested weakly although the humor definitely was shown through his own eyes.
The Phoenix laughed. "You aren't stubborn?" he cried in disbelief as he scoffed the remark. "If I remember correctly it was you that refused to gain treatment for your arm after Lily broke it 'accidentally' while you two were doing some business for me." He made his two hands resemble quotes when he said accidentally.
"Such nonsense can never convince you otherwise," Tony mocked in the Phoenix's own voice kind of tone. "And it was not an accident!" he protested. He huffed. "Lily just got mad that I started to "playfully" flirt with her." He also used his middle and index fingers of both hands to resemble quotes when he said the word: playfully.
"Always the player type aren't you, Jack?" the Phoenix reprimanded although both knew that the glint in his eyes was of humor not of admonishing.
"Just the same as you, James." Tony countered. The he added, "If just a little less than your bar of player-ing."
"That's not even a word, Lorne."
"But it works."
The Phoenix laughed along with Tony but then silence filled the room. The warmth started to drain away once Tony remembers his captor.
"And Mr. Peters?" he asked. "Did you do something to make him confess his sins?" He conveyed through his tone of voice and through his eyes that he wishes the answer to be know.
The Phoenix noticed this and smiled grimly. "Do not worry my young friend. Mr. Peters is alive and well." He paused, his eyes watchful and thoughtful at the same time. "He is waiting along with myself and Delmont for you to recover somewhat."
"Somewhat?" Tony repeated. He sighed. "Your doctors, I can feel, have did me great help. Surely, I am not fully recovered for my ribs are still as broken as ever but I will mind the pain if you let me speak to Mr. Peters alone."
He wanted to know what Peters suspected of him. He wanted to know how he found out that he was not who he seemed to be. For Tony knew that someone, probably from the inside, told Peters. He wanted names.
The Phoenix didn't answer. He just stared into Tony's eyes thoughtful. He then glanced every now and then to Tony's injuries inflicted by Peters. He tilted his head to the side and let it rest on his shoulder. "If I let you do this you must do something for me…" he started.
Tony didn't want to interrupt so he merely nodded. The Phoenix smiled slightly. "I wish with the utmost intensity of my heart that we all could talk about old times but alas I have things for you and Delmont to do."
"Anything." Tony immediately said.
"The NCIS of America has been giving me trouble of late." The Phoenix warily said but to Tony's luck did not see his surprise and instant worry. "I respect the American agencies but this one is bugging me. I need not pressure from such a place. So I will ask of you to do something for me."
"Anything." Tony once again said.
The Phoenix's eyes darkened. "There has been a disturbing rumor being passed along my corridors and warehouses." He paused, letting the statement set in. "That there is a rat inside my life giving information away to the States."
Tony sat himself up, pulling a pillow or two behind his back so it won't hurt that much. He wanted to fully look at the man before him. The Phoenix was an inch taller than him with dark brown curly hair with bluish-green eyes. He was built yet looked skinny, clever but quiet, and refined but ruthless. He knew that if such a suspicion was going around that he would have to be really careful unless he would wind up in a position far worse than Peters could ever give.
"I'm the rat." Tony admitted, jokingly. "I'm a fat, stupid, lying, rotten egg eating rat." He lifted his hands up and said, "Cuff me and do your worst."
The Phoenix laughed harder than before for he saw what Tony said as a joke for he would never believe that his best man and friend was the traitor he hated with ever fiber in his being.
"Yes, a fat, stinky little rat, you are hereby sentenced to life in a well of people's piss." The Phoenix sternly but jokingly played back.
Tony scrunched his face. "People's piss, eh?" he asked, the thought being very repulsive. "That kind of punishment is worth than death."
"But a man like you could never earn such a thing," James said, his voice turning serious. "The Phoenix that I am trusts his Dragon very much."
"And I the Dragon trust the Phoenix just as much if not more." Tony said, letting his mind be Lorne's mind.
Then he remembered their subject. "What is it that you wish from me?" he asked, curiously and letting his manners show his willingness and loyalty into doing whatever the Phoenix asks of him.
"Have you heard anything from your life as an agent of the NCIS?" he asked back.
Tony shook his head. He remembered the first time he gave himself that covert operation. He was being a supposed double spy but in reality he was spying the Phoenix for the NCIS and in keeping his cover he pretends to spy the NCIS for the Phoenix when in reality he really works for the NCIS. "Nothing important but a lot can happen in four days."
"Yes," the Phoenix agreed. "Well after you speak with Mr. Peters you will be sent back into the United States of America. And I want you to find that mole while you are in and out of your job."
"I will."
Stay tuned for the next chapter of Trapped Inside!
TBC
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