Disclaimer: I don't own Taken.
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A faint buzzing sound woke Bryan Mills from the nap he was taking in the summer sunshine. He slowly opened his eyes - before they widened at the sight of what was causing the noise he could hear.
Sitting on the end of his his nose was a large bee. It had spotted the retired CIA agent officer sleeping in his sun lounger and had decided to settle down onto him. The yellow and black insect gazed up towards Bryan's blue eyes, wings flickering, its stinger looking very lethal.
The bee expected this human to jump up and flail about in fear. That was what normally happened whenever people encountered it. But Bryan just stared at it in a collected, calm manner. He watched silently as the bee remained on his nose for a moment before flying off to disappear into the colourful flowers that filled the garden.
Knowing he couldn't let a creature with such a painful sting wander around in his home, Bryan pulled himself out of the sun lounger. He rose to his feet as he looked around for the bee, a grim look on his face.
"I don't know who you are, I don't know what you want," he muttered ominously. "If it's honey you're after, I can tell you I don't have any. But what I do have are very particular set of shoes. Shoes that I have acquired for a very long walk. Shoes that make me a nightmare for insects like you."
Bryan reached down to his feet and slipped off one of his boots. He held it in one hand and tapped it in the other, a hint of what was to happen to the bee if he found it.
"If you leave my garden and go now, that will be the end of it," he promised, looking ambitiously towards the flowers which the bug had vanished amongst. "I will not look for you, I will not persue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you - and I will squish you."
Clutching his boot tightly, Bryan took one step forward towards the flowers - and instantly came to a stop as he screamed in pain.
"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
He had just stood on the bee with his bare foot. He hadn't noticed during his threatening speech that it had left the flowers behind and had been crawling along the grass. It had been crushed underneath his sole - which it had pierced its stinger into. Had Bryan left his boot on, he would have managed to carry out his threat to squish the bee without receiving any pain himself.
Bryan collapsed back into his sun lounger, shaking the dead insect from his sole. He clutched his throbbing foot. After giving such a long intimidating speech to the bee, he could now only manage to say three words in his tone that was filled with agony.
"Little stripy bastard!"
The end.