AN: Here's an action scene I hope you'll enjoy =) please please please leave a review if you can! I really really love reviews and they motivate me.
WARNING - this chapter is mainly a violent scene involving lots of painful hitting and junk, so I'm giving you a fair warning.
"So... zey shot you jumping zrough a window after kidnapping your partner from an elevator shaft... And you don't zink it's a bad idea to just come right back 'ere?" Francis raised an eyebrow, looking a bit disturbed at Arthur's account.
"Don't think..." Arthur sighed exasperatedly. "I know it's a bad idea... but this building is the only lead I've got. They wouldn't have James here, but I can find out where they've taken him..."
"And 'ow do you expect to do zat with one arm?"
"Look, if you just came along for the sole purpose of pestering me, I'll have you know-"
"Arzur, calm down. I will 'elp you if you want." Francis interrupted.
"I... I didn't say I wanted you to help. You're a civilian after all and-"
"I am 'elping, you are my responsibility. May I remind you, I never officially signed your release form~" Francis smiled teasingly, winking at Arthur.
"You... hmph." Arthur sighed again grumpily. It was unnerving how much like James Francis was turning out to be.
Francis glanced over at Arthur, lips twitching in a slight smirk. "You know, you are very cute when you are all grumpy~" He chuckled as the comment predictably caused Arthur to flush slightly and glare at him.
"Oh stop it, that doesn't make any sense. Now if you don't mind, I have to find a way to sneak into this building again." Arthur grumbled and opened the door to get out. Suddenly, Francis reached over and grabbed the door, pulling it shut again, and Arthur looked at him a bit startled and confused.
"What kind of spy are you?" Francis shook his head. "Zey might know what you look like. Zey might know zey shot your arm and zat you survived your fall, non? You can not just walk in zere like nozing 'appened, or risk anyone seeing you and knowing you 'ave returned..."
Arthur stared at Francis for a moment, wondering how he suddenly got to be all mature and cautious after nearly killing them both in a possible fiery car crash mere moments ago. Finally he sighed. "Alright, that makes sense... so what do you suggest I do?"
"Just trust me and let me take care of everything, Arzur~"
...
"He still won't say a word. He's even tougher than the American."
"He will not last long."
"He hasn't even cried yet. Nothing. I can get him to scream and that's it."
"You will keep trying. He will talk."
"Look, threatening me won't do shit, I'll let you know that right-"
BANG.
"Nyet. I will let you know right now... next thing I smash is your face, so do not talk back."
"Y-yeah.."
"You go back in there, and you keep trying, or maybe I decide to use your own methods on you... Now hurry, I have things to attend to..."
"You got it, boss, no problem, leave it to me."
The voices trailed off and the door finally opened, filtering light over Bond, though he kept his eyes calmly shut as if asleep. Footsteps approached and suddenly someone grabbed a fistful of his hair. He grunted, eyes opening as he was dragged to his knees with his hands still tied behind his back, and he looked up at his attacker.
"Hey you piece of shit. You ready to talk yet? It's my ass here, you know that?" Red eyes glinted in the semi-darkness as the man growled angrily down at him, the light from outside the room shining through his pale hair, but his face was hard to see. He shut the door and locked it, making the room mostly dark again. "Get the fuck up." He suddenly kicked Bond in the stomach as hard as he could, causing him to cry out in pain and double over. "Get the fuck up!"
Bond paused for a moment, looking up into the man's eyes calmly before standing up, shakily.
"What's wrong with you? You want me to kill you?!" The man punched Bond, knocking him to the ground again. "Who told you to get up? Huh?"
Bond sighed, spitting out blood and turning over to keep watching the man, who started laughing cynically.
"O-ho, man! You are really gonna get it! You wanna fuck with me? You wanna fuck with my job? This is my living you son of a bitch! Now TALK!" He kicked Bond again in the ribs, folding him in half. "Talk! Spit it the fuck out! Who are you protecting huh? They don't give a shit about you!" The man reached down again, this time grabbing him by the throat and digging his fingers in ruthlessly. "If you won't talk I'll just fucking kill you. I'm dead anyway, motherfuck-"
Suddenly Bond moved, tucking in his knees and quickly slipping his arms around his feet so they were in front of him, but he didn't stop moving. Using his momentum to continue into a roll, he grabbed the man's wrist in his hands, pulling him to the ground and twisting his arm into a complex lock against his own chest. He braced one hand against the back of the man's trapped hand, his other hand gripping his wrist tightly.
"Ah! Son of a bitch!" The man growled and turned, swinging his free hand toward Bond's face, but stopped immediately as Bond applied the slightest pressure to his bent wrist. "OW! Shit! Stop! Fuck!" The man looked frantic for a second, trying to pull away and crying out in pain as it only caused him to twist his own arm. "Let go of me!"
Bond ignored the man, bracing his feet against his shoulders. "Give me the key."
"Fuck you!" The man hissed, and Bond pushed against the man's shoulders slowly, stretching his arm painfully. "Agh! Stop! Asshole! I'm not the only one here you know!"
"Give me. The. Key." Bond repeated slower, pushing on the man's wrist again and not stopping until he received a small cracking sound.
"AAH! Holy shit! Okay! Okay!" The man whimpered, turning slightly and scrambling for his keys, handing them to Bond, who promptly kicked him in the head and knocked him out cold.
"Thanks." Bond slowly stood up, searching the man and finding a knife in his boot. He took the knife and managed to cut the ropes around his wrists. He tugged off the unconscious man's boots as his own shoes were taken away, and put them on, slipping the knife into the straps where it had been. He unlocked the door and cracked it slightly, one hand reaching down to the knife as he peeked into the hallway.
One man stood outside with a gun over his shoulder, staring down dumbly at a cell phone in his hand and guffawing at something. Bond opened the door soundlessly and slipped behind the guard, wrapping an arm around his throat before he could scream and knocking the gun from his hands with a clatter. He kept his arm tight against the man's throat as he struggled, waiting for him to go completely limp before dropping him and picking up the gun and slinging the strap over his own shoulder.
Continuing down the hallway, Bond noticed more doors like the one he had been behind, possibly more prisoners. He moved cautiously to one of them, pressing his ear to the door and listening for a moment. He didn't hear anything and looked around the hall again before continuing. Making it to the end of the hall, he stopped at the corner, pulling the knife from his boot and sticking it just a few centimeters past the edge of the wall to get a tiny reflection of the next hall. Seeing nothing, he peered around the corner and found it empty. At the end of the hall was a door that looked like the entrance to a stair well, and quickly made his way down the hall to it. He opened the door and slipped through it, making sure to shut it quietly behind him.
Instead of stairs, Bond found another hall waiting for him, this one lined with many doors close together, as if they were small rooms. He reached for the handle of one of them but stopped, changing his mind and walking down the narrow hall instead. Finally he made it to the end of the hall and realized there was nowhere else to go. He frowned, confused, and turned around, going up to one of the doors and trying the handle, which was locked. He thought about trying the keys he'd taken from the man but figured he may not have even had access to this area himself.
He returned to the first hall he'd come from, slipping out and going back to the other turn. He felt tired already, and a little disoriented, but knew he wouldn't stand a chance if he didn't get out of here, or at least find something helpful that would be of use to him later. Seeing another door, he hurried toward it, grabbing the door and pulling it open. Something flew out of the door suddenly, and he grunted as something struck him in the jaw hard. He reeled back and grabbed the gun at his side, shooting without even looking.
A flurry of black fabric swirled around his head as his attacker vaulted over his head with amazing agility. Bond turned quickly, shooting again, but something collided with his arms, knocking the gun from his hands and to the floor. He quickly ducked down, sweeping his foot under the other person, who casually jumped over the trip attempt and kicked him square in the chest. Bond rolled away from the kick, trying to grab the gun off the ground, but it was kicked away before he could. He pulled back just in time to avoid a snap-kick to the face, reaching for his boot and snatching the knife, lunging forward and stabbing at his opponent.
The figure spun out of his way in another flurry of black, and a kick to the back of his neck almost sent Bond sprawling, but he managed to turn it into a somersault, landing on his feet in a squat and quickly turning around on his ankles to slash the knife as he was tackled and pinned to the ground. With his attacker on top of him, Bond tried to stab them in the back, but the other person easily blocked his arm, grabbing his wrist and twisting it in a sudden motion, causing a loud snap.
Bond cried out as the knife fell from his limp hand, clenching his teeth and panting. In one movement he was flipped onto his stomach with both arms behind his back, still struggling to get the upper hand, but to no avail. More footsteps approached, and someone else grabbed him violently, wasting no time in jamming a tazer into his side and shocking him mercilessly. He groaned, realizing his hands were being tied again as slower footsteps approached, accompanied by quiet chuckling.
"Very good attempt. Very good... unfortunate for you that my men are no thugs, they are highly trained and you can not get past them with mere... brute force." Bond looked up to the voice, groggy, and blinked as he tried to focus on Ivan's face.
"You know, I really thought you had more potential when you took out my top torture artist... but you have disappointed me." Ivan giggled, almost childlike, kneeling down to look at Bond. "Pathetic... I even removed all but one guard from this level. You see how good I treat you? But you fail. And you will always fail. Do you know why?"
Bond stared diligently into Ivan's pale eyes, still a bit unfocused but determined not to let his weakness or tiredness show.
"...do you know why?" Ivan repeated. He seemed to do that a lot. Repeat himself. Maybe it was some kind of need for control over other people? A need to be answered and not ignored? Or perhaps simply an interrogation method. Bond tried to analyze the man in front of him, seemingly unperturbed as the mocking grin on Ivan's face started to fade in his impatience.
"I tire of this." Ivan growled, his voice changing dramatically from the earlier mocking chipper tone. He reached down and grabbed Bond by his hair roughly, pulling him to his feet violently and eliciting a grunt of pain. "You are a fool. A stupid animal. Do you know that? In a few days, this entire planet will belong to me, because you are all animals and I surpass you. And you will live like the animals you are, while I rule over you." Ivan grinned again, throwing Bond roughly into the wall and watching as he slid to the floor.
The agent groaned, looking up again as someone stepped from behind him toward Ivan, obviously the same person who had just incapacitated him. It was the same short woman from before when he and Arthur had first met Ivan, now shrouded in dark clothing that covered everything but her eyes, some kind of ninja attire. She turned to Ivan, pulling down the black face-wrap that hid her nose and mouth, before standing on her tip-toes to kiss the towering man softly on the lips.
Ivan giggled, returning the kiss and glancing at Bond with a teasing grin. "Keep trying to escape, my beloved thinks you are very amusing..." Bond furrowed his brow slightly at the display of intimacy as Ivan giggled again. The short woman pulled her face-wrap back up to muffle an almost silent chuckle of her own which showed through cruelly in her eyes as she looked at Bond.
Bond gritted his teeth, moving to pick himself up, when suddenly he was grabbed from behind by strong arms. He struggled, but there were too many of them. Finally he gave up when he was tazed again, too tired to keep fighting, only able to stare at Ivan as he was dragged away.