Outtake One: Awake
Several floors below the meeting room, something important was happening. Unknown to many people, Royal & General had a fully decked out medical facility in its basement. Several men in white lab coast milled around in nervous energy.
Many of these men were grouped around a single bed surrounded by white curtains. A slender man was lying in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed. He looked almost dead, but the telltale bleeping of a nearby heart monitor showed he was still alive. The man had close-cropped blond hair and almost feminine lashes. His pale face was expressionless for almost year now. The doctors performed various tests but his dancer-like body remained absolutely still. Nothing was going to wake him. This man was in a coma.
A few months ago, MI6 had salvaged this man from an Air Force One plane. The guy was dying and the doctors barely managed to stablize the man's heart. Now the man laid in bed, heart beating strongly. Curiously, the man's wrists and ankles were handcuffed to the railings of the bed. An unusual act since who expected a coma-ridden person to need tying down?
In truth, this man didn't even exist. MI6 had it made it so. This was a top secret project and they could not afford to leak anything out.
A man in a white lab coat scanned the chart readings next to the bed.
"Same as ever," he said. He wondered why MI6 were investing copious amounts of money into this project. If it were up to him, he would have just pulled the plug. He looked disdainfully down at the man lying in the bed.
Then a curious sound filled the room. The heart monitor had sped up. Men came running to the bed in all directions. They watched in shock as the blond man's eyelashes fluttered as if waking from a dream. The chiseled lips opened voluntarily for the first time in months gasping for air. A man in horn-rimmed glasses hurridly ran from the room to notify his superior.
Eyes snapped open. The men in lab coats drew a collected breath as they saw cold blue eyes staring at them. These eyes were alert and already scanning for escape routes. It was as if the man had fallen asleep and just woke up. The man said nothing.
A sound of metal clanking on metal made the men flinch. The man in the bed had pulled on a handcuffed wrist. The standing men looked at each other nervously now that their patient had awoken.
The door opened and Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones hurried in followed by Burns. They strode over to the bed and looked down.
"Ah yes, finally," said Mr. Blunt. The man in the bed glared at him.
Mr. Blunt called for Smithers. A few minutes later, Smithers came waddling in with a grin on his face.
"Mr. Blunt! You're in luck. I have just finished it today," said Smithers jovially.
He reached into his pocket and took out a metal bracelet. It was a rather thin piece of titanium and was shaped like a allergy bracelet. Its innocent shape belied its more sinister functions. Hidden inside the titanium bracelet was a small vial of sedative. It was enough to knock a full-grown man unconsious in a number of seconds. With a press of a button on a certain device, the bracelet would inject the sedative directly into the body of the man who will wear the bracelet. There was a special clasp on the bracelet so that the victim could not take it off unless the owner of the device pressed another button. It was futile to resist the bracelet. It was one of Smithers better inventions.
"Should I put it on him, then?" asked Smithers in a serious voice. Mr. Blunt gave a brief nod.
Without further ado, Smithers leaned down to clasp the bracelet around the man's wrist. The man tried to resist, but the months of idleness in the bed had weakened his muscles. He bracelet fit snugly around the wrist. The man's glaring intensified. Smithers haned Mr. Blunt the device.
"This one is for the lock and that one is for the sedative," said Smithers while showing Blunt how to work the device.
Mr. Blunt looked dispassionately down at the man and pressed the sedative button. The effect was instantaneous. Within seconds, the man's eyes fluttered shut and again looked asleep. Mr. Blunt smiled.
Everything was going to change now. Yassen Gregorovich had awoken. He was back in the game.
AN: Bam! There you have it. You guys got a bonus today! A new chapter as well as an outtake. For all those Yassen lovers out there, he's back! Couldn't resist! So? So? What do you think? I know I'm excited for the upcoming chappies! Oh and more songs please! I downloaded all of your suggestions. They are keeping me very happy!
Oh and I forgot to tell you guys, I came out with a new story Temptation. Go check it out! I shall be working on that one on and off since I'll be focusing mainly on this one. However if you ever find yourself anxious while waiting for the next chapter of this story, go ahead and read the other one. Right, so on with the next chapter. Thanks again for all those wonderful reviews. Keep it up! Remember: more reviews = more chapters!
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P.S. Oh and a big thanks and shout out to Wolfmonster who inspired this little outtake.