She hated this. She'd allowed herself to be marched at gunpoint through the house. Apparently Darrin knew where this private room was.
"Knock on the door please Sinclair." She did and waited.
On the other side, Reymundo's voice called out "WHO IS IT?"
"It's me." Darrin replied. "I've got Sinclair for you."
After a moment, the door opened up. Inside were Jake, Alex and Frank, all held at gunpoint, all strapped to chairs. And all of them looked shocked as hell to see Litha held at gunpoint herself. She was in different clothing than Alex remembered seeing her in this morning. Gone were the khaki pants and white t-shirt. In place were the black jeans, black tshirt, black hiking boots, contacts removed... hair tied back in a ponytail... Alex was getting very suspicious of the situation. She looked to Frank and then Jake to see if they were catching onto the differences.
"You prick." Frank growled. "Litha and I both trusted you!"
"Yeah, well, things aren't always what they turn out to be. Shut up Donovan and go with the flow." He jerked Litha through the door and kept her back to his chest. Behind her back where no one could see, he had one of her Desert Eagles tucked into the waistband of her jeans. The other was tucked under his shirt.
Litha looked at Alex for a moment, trying to tell her with her eyes that things were going to be alright. She then looked back at Jake. "I'm sorry guys. I never thought it'd turn out like this."
"Such sentimentality Sinclair. It's unbecoming a Special Operations Agent." Reymundo chuckled and moved around to right in front of her. "Did you really think I didn't know who you were when you arrived? I arrived the day before, and told both Geraldo and his wife all about you and your operation with Callahan. You deceitful little bitch, my brother trusted you. And what did you do... you betrayed that trust by coming down here to send him to prison. Tch, shame on you. I really should kill you now."
It was all Frank could do to keep from lunging to his feet and going after the man. However, the guard behind Alex shoved him back down in the chair.
"Cheer up Donovan. I won't kill her. That is what both you and your other two agents are here for. This is not really about you as much as it is about Agent Sinclair." He stepped back from Litha and walked around behind Frank. Leaning down he whispered, "I don't make the plans, I just play them out. Take comfort in the fact that someone else higher up has it in for her." He patted Frank's shoulder and walked towards Litha.
Frank remained still and thought about it. Who else besides Montcalvez had it in for Litha? Not Wallace or Dodge... Boone didn't like her sure, but would he stoop that low? There was of course Callahan who would want revenge - but he was in prison, wasn't he? So who would be pulling the strings of this marionette game? And just where was Geraldo Montcalvez?
"Ahhhh Senora Sinclair. You get to have a front row seat."
"For what Reymundo?" She flicked a look at Frank.
"The show, of course. You see, I'm not the one who's going to enjoy this... you are. You get to pick which dies first. Oh, of course it'll be after they've been subjected to some humiliation. I've got it on good word that you're not the kind to crack at being tortured yourself, but will suffer when someone you care for is. So who is it this time, Senora? Your fellow agent?" The man behind Alex grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. "Or her partner?" Jake's head was yanked back by another man. "Or your current lover, Senor Donovan?" Frank was jabbed in the shoulder by Reymundo.
Litha looked up, then at all three slowly. She masked her face so as not to reveal any emotion at all. If this was going to work, it would have to take split second timing on both her and Darrin's parts. Amazingly, all three of them didn't look afraid. This was part of the job and if they died, then hell was going to come on swift wings from the States. You don't kill four of the top Justice Department Agents and not get repaid in tandem. What worried them is what Litha would say.
They couldn't see behind Litha to her grip on the Desert Eagle pistol, or that Darrin had managed to slip her the second pistol. What they could see is the slight narrowing of her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Reymundo.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself."
He smiled. Oh this was going to suck for him.
"Well, Senora Sinclair? Who's the lucky agent?"
"Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe... Oh go ahead, kill Alex. She and I have a rather heated past." Her voice was deadpan. Still, none of them could see that Darrin was passing the second pistol to Litha behind her back. She kept her face stone plain as she curled her fingers around the grips comfortingly. This was going to work, she just had to keep telling herself that.
Frank looked at Litha with shock. She didn't just say what he thought she did, did she? Litha held his eyes for a moment, then slowly closed them and turned her head back towards Reymundo.
Alex's eyes went wide as Reymundo released Frank and she felt a gun muzzle pressed to the back of her head. The little bitch went and did it!
Jake started to struggle, but the man pulled him back.
"You sure Sinclair? I could save her death for later..."
"No, I'm quite sure" she said in a matter of fact tone. Her eyes opened calmly. Jake could see something behind the green orbs...
"Alex goes first." And with that, she snapped both of her arms out from behind her. She had both Desert Eagle pistols in hand. With one, she shot Reymundo between the eyes before he could pull the trigger on Alex. Darrin whipped his gun off of Litha's back and shot the man behind Jake, which allowed Litha the opportunity to switch targets and shoot the other guard. The whole thing took less than 5 seconds and left three dead, three shocked, and Litha with a grim look on her face as Darrin put his own gun back in it's holster.
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"Knock on the door please Sinclair." She did and waited.
On the other side, Reymundo's voice called out "WHO IS IT?"
"It's me." Darrin replied. "I've got Sinclair for you."
After a moment, the door opened up. Inside were Jake, Alex and Frank, all held at gunpoint, all strapped to chairs. And all of them looked shocked as hell to see Litha held at gunpoint herself. She was in different clothing than Alex remembered seeing her in this morning. Gone were the khaki pants and white t-shirt. In place were the black jeans, black tshirt, black hiking boots, contacts removed... hair tied back in a ponytail... Alex was getting very suspicious of the situation. She looked to Frank and then Jake to see if they were catching onto the differences.
"You prick." Frank growled. "Litha and I both trusted you!"
"Yeah, well, things aren't always what they turn out to be. Shut up Donovan and go with the flow." He jerked Litha through the door and kept her back to his chest. Behind her back where no one could see, he had one of her Desert Eagles tucked into the waistband of her jeans. The other was tucked under his shirt.
Litha looked at Alex for a moment, trying to tell her with her eyes that things were going to be alright. She then looked back at Jake. "I'm sorry guys. I never thought it'd turn out like this."
"Such sentimentality Sinclair. It's unbecoming a Special Operations Agent." Reymundo chuckled and moved around to right in front of her. "Did you really think I didn't know who you were when you arrived? I arrived the day before, and told both Geraldo and his wife all about you and your operation with Callahan. You deceitful little bitch, my brother trusted you. And what did you do... you betrayed that trust by coming down here to send him to prison. Tch, shame on you. I really should kill you now."
It was all Frank could do to keep from lunging to his feet and going after the man. However, the guard behind Alex shoved him back down in the chair.
"Cheer up Donovan. I won't kill her. That is what both you and your other two agents are here for. This is not really about you as much as it is about Agent Sinclair." He stepped back from Litha and walked around behind Frank. Leaning down he whispered, "I don't make the plans, I just play them out. Take comfort in the fact that someone else higher up has it in for her." He patted Frank's shoulder and walked towards Litha.
Frank remained still and thought about it. Who else besides Montcalvez had it in for Litha? Not Wallace or Dodge... Boone didn't like her sure, but would he stoop that low? There was of course Callahan who would want revenge - but he was in prison, wasn't he? So who would be pulling the strings of this marionette game? And just where was Geraldo Montcalvez?
"Ahhhh Senora Sinclair. You get to have a front row seat."
"For what Reymundo?" She flicked a look at Frank.
"The show, of course. You see, I'm not the one who's going to enjoy this... you are. You get to pick which dies first. Oh, of course it'll be after they've been subjected to some humiliation. I've got it on good word that you're not the kind to crack at being tortured yourself, but will suffer when someone you care for is. So who is it this time, Senora? Your fellow agent?" The man behind Alex grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. "Or her partner?" Jake's head was yanked back by another man. "Or your current lover, Senor Donovan?" Frank was jabbed in the shoulder by Reymundo.
Litha looked up, then at all three slowly. She masked her face so as not to reveal any emotion at all. If this was going to work, it would have to take split second timing on both her and Darrin's parts. Amazingly, all three of them didn't look afraid. This was part of the job and if they died, then hell was going to come on swift wings from the States. You don't kill four of the top Justice Department Agents and not get repaid in tandem. What worried them is what Litha would say.
They couldn't see behind Litha to her grip on the Desert Eagle pistol, or that Darrin had managed to slip her the second pistol. What they could see is the slight narrowing of her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Reymundo.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself."
He smiled. Oh this was going to suck for him.
"Well, Senora Sinclair? Who's the lucky agent?"
"Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe... Oh go ahead, kill Alex. She and I have a rather heated past." Her voice was deadpan. Still, none of them could see that Darrin was passing the second pistol to Litha behind her back. She kept her face stone plain as she curled her fingers around the grips comfortingly. This was going to work, she just had to keep telling herself that.
Frank looked at Litha with shock. She didn't just say what he thought she did, did she? Litha held his eyes for a moment, then slowly closed them and turned her head back towards Reymundo.
Alex's eyes went wide as Reymundo released Frank and she felt a gun muzzle pressed to the back of her head. The little bitch went and did it!
Jake started to struggle, but the man pulled him back.
"You sure Sinclair? I could save her death for later..."
"No, I'm quite sure" she said in a matter of fact tone. Her eyes opened calmly. Jake could see something behind the green orbs...
"Alex goes first." And with that, she snapped both of her arms out from behind her. She had both Desert Eagle pistols in hand. With one, she shot Reymundo between the eyes before he could pull the trigger on Alex. Darrin whipped his gun off of Litha's back and shot the man behind Jake, which allowed Litha the opportunity to switch targets and shoot the other guard. The whole thing took less than 5 seconds and left three dead, three shocked, and Litha with a grim look on her face as Darrin put his own gun back in it's holster.
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