A/N and whatnot...uh-oh...looks like trouble ahead. Ian's ch.
Ian revved up Dani's T-bird and sped away from the bar. Having no idea where he was going, he hung a quick right, crossing over an arched bridge. Looking over, he saw Dani nodding off to sleep. He continued to navigate the streets of Paris until he had a firm grip on the handling of the T-bird. Wondering if French intelligence was anything like British Intelligence, Ian parked the car in a back alley and began snooping around the car. Dani had fallen into a drunken sleep in the passenger side.
Ian kept his alert eyes on the surrounding environment as well. As he was snooping through the glove compartment, he noticed a group of stragglers approaching the car from the passenger side. He stepped out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side, leaning against the door.
"Something I can help you gentlemen with?" Ian asked, his alert eyes noticing two more men coming towards the car from behind.
"We don't want you." one of them growled in bad English. "We want your little lady friend."
"Well I hate to break this to you, but you have exactly ten seconds to turn around and go back to the scum-hole you crawled out of."
"And what are you going to do to us."
"Five."
"Heh, Il est faible. Tuez-le."
"Two, one, zero. Your French is as bad as your English my friend. Now, leave or die."
"I think not. You are the one who is going to die!" the ruffian shot back.
"Really?" Ian said, whipping his gun out from his holster, and shooting the man in the chest. The other three in front of him took a step back. Ian spun on his right heel and fired a warning shot at the encroachers from behind.
Ian planted his hand on the door of the T-bird and catapulted himself over the sleeping Dani into the driver's seat. Ian ripped the keys through the ignition sequence, slammed the car into reverse, and steered straight for the two thugs that had been waiting to ambush him from behind the car.
One of the men was more intelligent, or less drunk, than the other, and jumped out of the way. However, this did not avail him much, because he jumped headlong into a brick wall of a building that was lining the alley. The other French thug gave new meaning to "a deer in the headlights", or in this case, a Frenchman in the taillights. Ian rammed right through him, and spun the car out onto the street. Ignoring traffic signals, Ian jammed the car into drive, and sped off into the night.
However, the adventure had not ended. Three cars came zooming out of the alley behind him. Ian, having the wondrous gift that all males are graced with of sense of direction, hung a quick right then a fast left, which took him out of the city.
Once in the country, the pursuing cars began to gain on the thunderbird. 'Too much wind resistance' Ian thought, considering the convertible style of the car. Ian glanced over and saw Dani stir in her sleep.
With the encroaching cars gaining quickly, Ian had to think and act even quicker. Thinking one step ahead was a trademark skill that he had honed for years, and had eventually got him his job in British Intelligence. Ian slammed on the brakes and spun the car into a 180 degree turn just as a bullet whizzed by.
Hoping his little stunt had not done too much damage to Dani's car, Ian flicked on his high beams and sped towards the oncoming vehicles. Blinded by the bright lights, few of the errant bullets hit their target. However, one was enough to tarnish this pristine car. Taking his gun in his right hand, and gripping the wheel with his left, Ian fired at the nearest car, off to the left hand side.
Ian grabbed Dani and yanked her head down and out of sight and onto his lap. Ian fired his last two rounds into the next car approaching from the left. One hit the driver square on, killing him instantly. The third and final car that had been approaching from the right attempted to mimic Ian's maneuver, and ended up in a tailspin. Ian watched in his rearview mirror as the last car careened off the road and struck a nearby tree.
"So much for them." Ian said as Dani moaned in her sleep.
* * *
Suddenly, Ian felt the right front of the car crunch, and his car begin to spin. Wisely, instead of trying to counter the spinning car with his wheel, he jerked his wheels in the direction of the spin, then slammed on the brakes, coming to rest beneath a large tree.
Ian jumped out of the car and ran headlong towards the car that had struck him. Fortunately, the other car was a convertible as well. Ian jumped onto the hood of the wrecked car that was steaming profusely from where the right headlight used to be. Ian hurdled the windshield and thrust his feet into the chest of the gunner who had been seated in the back. The man slumped over, gasping for air. Ian grabbed the knife from the man's breast pocket as the driver of the car jumped out and began to run for his life.
Ian saw that the passenger was quite dead, and did not take time to finish the gunner. He hurdled the doors, and took off after the driver. The dim-witted driver was running straight for the T-bird. Ian took the knife in his and, and flung in with all his might towards the escaping thug.
"Agent-!" the man began to say before the knife hit him in the shoulder blade.
* * *
Dani awoke to find her head resting on the drivers seat of her thunderbird. She sat up, and saw a man running towards the car. Suddenly, he fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Out of the shadows came a tall phantom. She felt blackness encroaching on the edges of her mind, so she laid her head back down and went to sleep.
* * *
Ian walked slowly towards the driver, who was screaming in pain. Ian bent over him and ripped the knife from his shoulder, throwing the man to the ground.
"WHO SENT YOU?!" he demanded.
"You'll never know." the driver said amidst screams of pain.
"WHO SENT YOU?!!" Ian reiterated his question, demonstrating this by placing the knife against the man's throat.
"I'll never tell you!" he shot back.
"Last chance." Ian said, digging the point of the knife in, and drawing a trickle of blood.
"Never!" the man said, spitting in Ian's face.
"Do NOT mess with British intelligence." Ian whispered as he ripped the knife through the soft skin of the man's throat.
* * *
Ian parked the car outside the hotel, and gathered Dani from the passenger side.
"Oooh my head. What happened?" she moaned.
"Nothing babe, it'll all be better in the morning." he said as he led her into the hotel.
Oooh yeah, that was fun
Ian revved up Dani's T-bird and sped away from the bar. Having no idea where he was going, he hung a quick right, crossing over an arched bridge. Looking over, he saw Dani nodding off to sleep. He continued to navigate the streets of Paris until he had a firm grip on the handling of the T-bird. Wondering if French intelligence was anything like British Intelligence, Ian parked the car in a back alley and began snooping around the car. Dani had fallen into a drunken sleep in the passenger side.
Ian kept his alert eyes on the surrounding environment as well. As he was snooping through the glove compartment, he noticed a group of stragglers approaching the car from the passenger side. He stepped out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side, leaning against the door.
"Something I can help you gentlemen with?" Ian asked, his alert eyes noticing two more men coming towards the car from behind.
"We don't want you." one of them growled in bad English. "We want your little lady friend."
"Well I hate to break this to you, but you have exactly ten seconds to turn around and go back to the scum-hole you crawled out of."
"And what are you going to do to us."
"Five."
"Heh, Il est faible. Tuez-le."
"Two, one, zero. Your French is as bad as your English my friend. Now, leave or die."
"I think not. You are the one who is going to die!" the ruffian shot back.
"Really?" Ian said, whipping his gun out from his holster, and shooting the man in the chest. The other three in front of him took a step back. Ian spun on his right heel and fired a warning shot at the encroachers from behind.
Ian planted his hand on the door of the T-bird and catapulted himself over the sleeping Dani into the driver's seat. Ian ripped the keys through the ignition sequence, slammed the car into reverse, and steered straight for the two thugs that had been waiting to ambush him from behind the car.
One of the men was more intelligent, or less drunk, than the other, and jumped out of the way. However, this did not avail him much, because he jumped headlong into a brick wall of a building that was lining the alley. The other French thug gave new meaning to "a deer in the headlights", or in this case, a Frenchman in the taillights. Ian rammed right through him, and spun the car out onto the street. Ignoring traffic signals, Ian jammed the car into drive, and sped off into the night.
However, the adventure had not ended. Three cars came zooming out of the alley behind him. Ian, having the wondrous gift that all males are graced with of sense of direction, hung a quick right then a fast left, which took him out of the city.
Once in the country, the pursuing cars began to gain on the thunderbird. 'Too much wind resistance' Ian thought, considering the convertible style of the car. Ian glanced over and saw Dani stir in her sleep.
With the encroaching cars gaining quickly, Ian had to think and act even quicker. Thinking one step ahead was a trademark skill that he had honed for years, and had eventually got him his job in British Intelligence. Ian slammed on the brakes and spun the car into a 180 degree turn just as a bullet whizzed by.
Hoping his little stunt had not done too much damage to Dani's car, Ian flicked on his high beams and sped towards the oncoming vehicles. Blinded by the bright lights, few of the errant bullets hit their target. However, one was enough to tarnish this pristine car. Taking his gun in his right hand, and gripping the wheel with his left, Ian fired at the nearest car, off to the left hand side.
Ian grabbed Dani and yanked her head down and out of sight and onto his lap. Ian fired his last two rounds into the next car approaching from the left. One hit the driver square on, killing him instantly. The third and final car that had been approaching from the right attempted to mimic Ian's maneuver, and ended up in a tailspin. Ian watched in his rearview mirror as the last car careened off the road and struck a nearby tree.
"So much for them." Ian said as Dani moaned in her sleep.
* * *
Suddenly, Ian felt the right front of the car crunch, and his car begin to spin. Wisely, instead of trying to counter the spinning car with his wheel, he jerked his wheels in the direction of the spin, then slammed on the brakes, coming to rest beneath a large tree.
Ian jumped out of the car and ran headlong towards the car that had struck him. Fortunately, the other car was a convertible as well. Ian jumped onto the hood of the wrecked car that was steaming profusely from where the right headlight used to be. Ian hurdled the windshield and thrust his feet into the chest of the gunner who had been seated in the back. The man slumped over, gasping for air. Ian grabbed the knife from the man's breast pocket as the driver of the car jumped out and began to run for his life.
Ian saw that the passenger was quite dead, and did not take time to finish the gunner. He hurdled the doors, and took off after the driver. The dim-witted driver was running straight for the T-bird. Ian took the knife in his and, and flung in with all his might towards the escaping thug.
"Agent-!" the man began to say before the knife hit him in the shoulder blade.
* * *
Dani awoke to find her head resting on the drivers seat of her thunderbird. She sat up, and saw a man running towards the car. Suddenly, he fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Out of the shadows came a tall phantom. She felt blackness encroaching on the edges of her mind, so she laid her head back down and went to sleep.
* * *
Ian walked slowly towards the driver, who was screaming in pain. Ian bent over him and ripped the knife from his shoulder, throwing the man to the ground.
"WHO SENT YOU?!" he demanded.
"You'll never know." the driver said amidst screams of pain.
"WHO SENT YOU?!!" Ian reiterated his question, demonstrating this by placing the knife against the man's throat.
"I'll never tell you!" he shot back.
"Last chance." Ian said, digging the point of the knife in, and drawing a trickle of blood.
"Never!" the man said, spitting in Ian's face.
"Do NOT mess with British intelligence." Ian whispered as he ripped the knife through the soft skin of the man's throat.
* * *
Ian parked the car outside the hotel, and gathered Dani from the passenger side.
"Oooh my head. What happened?" she moaned.
"Nothing babe, it'll all be better in the morning." he said as he led her into the hotel.
Oooh yeah, that was fun