Jason opened the door to the bedroom and saw that Lily was sleeping. He quietly closed the door.
"It's me." he said into his cell phone.
"How do I know it's you?" the voice on the other end replied.
"What!?" Jason exclaimed, "Don't tell me there's a bleedin' password!"
"How do I know you're not working with Donovan?" the man asked.
"I don't work with soddin' idiots." Jason replied. "Now, on to business."
"Where are you?"
"Now, now, don't start getting demanding on me Carlos," Jason warned. "I'll hand 'er over as soon as I get my money."
"You need to learn patience," Carlos hissed.
"And I have an ex and kid to support." Jason retorted, "Transfer my money, then you'll get your daughter."
Lily stumbled back into the bed after listening to the conversation. Betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust. She needed to get out of there before Robertson's men came. And Jason was blocking the only way out.
Jason tossed his phone onto the bed and walked over to the dresser. He grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and sat down in the chair next to the door. He opened the bottle to take a long swig and jumped out of the chair when he heard the bedroom door open.
"Everything okay?" he asked placing the bottle onto the table.
"I dreamt about the night Robertson killed that man," she stuttered, moving into his arms.
"It's going to be okay," Jason soothed, rubbing her back in an effort to sooth her tattered nerves.
Lily studied Jason's face for a moment. She raised a hand to his cheek and caressed it softly as she leaned forward and kissed him.
Jason was shocked at first, but quickly recovered. When he tightened his hold on her and deepened the kiss, Lily lost her balance and fell backwards into the dresser. Freeing her right arm, she felt for the bottle. She closed her eyes as she picked it up and hit Jason in the head with it.
She stumbled to the side as his body fell to the ground. Grabbing Jason's coat, she ran out the door and to the nearby elevator. She released a relieved sigh when she heard the doors opening and turned to enter, but stopped quickly when she came face to face with Robertson's men.
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Cody rubbed his neck as they entered the hotel lobby, muttering about tampering with Jason's life.
"Come on Cody," Jake laughed, slapping him on the back, "you have to admire how he got Lily away from us."
"He used my head as a target," Cody growled.
"Well, he did threaten to shoot me," Jake compared. "What room is James Bond in?"
"Room 1575," Donovan replied, heading towards the elevator.
"Let's go kick his ass!" Cody happily suggested.
"No one threatens and abuses my agents," Donovan replied.
"See, Donovan does care," Jake boasted.
"That's my job." Donovan replied, with a hint of a smile, as the doors closed .
Five minutes later they stepped out of the elevator and made their way down to Jason's room. Donovan raised his hand and stopped when he saw the door open. Jake stepped around Donovan and made his way towards the room.
Gun raised, Jake pushed the door open all the way. He dropped his arm to his side and made his way inside the room. "Donovan, over here." Jake yelled.
Alex moved her way past Jake and the body of her least favorite spy into the next room. "Lily's not here." Alex replied.
"I got a pulse!" Jake yelled, rolling the spy over.
"For now you do," Donovan muttered, bending down to help Jason up.
"Come on, Mum," Jason babbled, "I'm old enough ta 'ave some ale."
Monica and Cody just looked at each other and shook their heads. Donovan raised Jason's head in one hand and delivered a smack with the other. They watched as Jason jerked back into the wall. "Bloody hell! What'd ya do that for? Donovan?"
"Jason." Donovan bit out, "Where's Lily?"
"I think the strong smell of his aftershave caused her to run out." Alex quipped.
"Ha, bloody ha!" Jason replied grabbing a napkin to his neck, "Hey Red, ya got a fag?"
"Are you going to let him talk to you like that Alex?" Cody said, hoping Alex would hit him for the comment.
"I want a cigarette you stupid git!" Jason bit, wincing in pain. "She hit me over the 'ead with the bottle and took off I guess."
Donovan took his gun out of his holster and handed it to Jake. Jake shot Donovan a questioning look. "Get. out." Donovan softly ordered.
"What are you going to do?" Monica asked.
"Boss?" Cody asked looking from Jake to Alex.
"Get. Out!" Donovan ordered, raising his voice.
"Oh shit!" Jason replied when he saw the look on Donovan's face. He tried to make a run for the door when Donovan grabbed him and shoved him back into the room.
"We'll be out here." Cody said, pushing the other agents out of the room. "Remind me not to piss him off that much."
They winced when they heard a body slam up against the wall. They heard muffled bloody hells from Jason and questions and insults from Donovan.
"What the hell is going on out here!" the man in the next room demanded to know.
Jake walked over to the man and flashed his badge. "Witness Protection Program sir. You better go back to your room for your own safety." Jake replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"I can't believe you said that." Monica replied trying to contain her laughter.
"What?" Jake asked, "You'd rather me tell him that an ex-CIA agent is beating the shit out of a British spy."
"Good point." Alex smiled.
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"How could you place her in danger again?" Donovan demanded, slamming Jason into the wall.
"Me?" Jason laughed, "You're the fool that led them to 'er in the club. Ow!"
Donovan landed another punch into the younger spy's stomach. "Tell me what's really going on before I really hurt you." Donovan demanded.
"Ya don't scare me." Jason taunted. "Is that the best your government can offer?"
"You know exactly what Robertson will do to her when he finds out she lied to him." Donovan accused him, pushing Jason into the wall. "Remember what happened to the French agent that tried? Remembered what happened to her? The torture that Robertson gave her caused her to die a month later. A month of pain."
"I don't 'ave to remember!" Jason replied, pushing Donovan away. "I still can 'ear 'er pleas to die."
"Uh, is it safe to come in?" Cody asked, poking his head into the room. "I'm not sure how much longer Jake's Witness Protection Program lie will work."
Donovan nodded to signal he understood what Cody meant. "Where's Lily?" Donovan asked a little more calmly.
"Don't know mate," Jason sighed, putting a cigarette into his mouth, "She came out of the room after 'aving a nightmare, we kissed, next thing I know she's 'itting me with me bottle."
"You slept with her?" Alex asked in disgust.
"Hell no!" Jason defended himself, "I 'ave more morals than that. I'll suffer for that later, believe you me."
"So that explains your lovely odor," Cody smirked.
"Nothing personnel 'bout the 'ead mate." Jason smiled at Cody.
"Yea, wait until I mess with your bank account." Cody muttered.
"Bloody hell!" Jason yelled, "She took me jacket!"
"Stay here until we find the girl." Donovan warned, taking Jason's gun and headed out the door.
Jason slammed the door and made his way into the bedroom. He tore off the shirt he was wearing and looked for another one that didn't smell like alcohol. He tossed the files he had in his suitcase onto the bed. He was trying to figure out how they found him in the new hotel. He knew they weren't able to follow him by way off the taxi driver since they got out and then got into another taxi going in the opposite direction.
After finding out Donovan was involved in finding Lily, he got profiles of Donovan's team. He grabbed the first file and flipped through it. Caleb Forrester. Cody. The wanker. At the club he must've slapped a tracking device on the jacket. His respect for Cody grew a little.
Now he just had to figure out why Lily pulled him into that kiss and then blindsided him with the bottle.
"Son of a." Jason whispered, "She over 'eard my phone conversation."
Jason reached under the bed and pulled out his spare gun. He slipped it into his waistband and threw an oversized sweatshirt on to conceal it. He had a feeling where Lily could be.
"It's me." he said into his cell phone.
"How do I know it's you?" the voice on the other end replied.
"What!?" Jason exclaimed, "Don't tell me there's a bleedin' password!"
"How do I know you're not working with Donovan?" the man asked.
"I don't work with soddin' idiots." Jason replied. "Now, on to business."
"Where are you?"
"Now, now, don't start getting demanding on me Carlos," Jason warned. "I'll hand 'er over as soon as I get my money."
"You need to learn patience," Carlos hissed.
"And I have an ex and kid to support." Jason retorted, "Transfer my money, then you'll get your daughter."
Lily stumbled back into the bed after listening to the conversation. Betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust. She needed to get out of there before Robertson's men came. And Jason was blocking the only way out.
Jason tossed his phone onto the bed and walked over to the dresser. He grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and sat down in the chair next to the door. He opened the bottle to take a long swig and jumped out of the chair when he heard the bedroom door open.
"Everything okay?" he asked placing the bottle onto the table.
"I dreamt about the night Robertson killed that man," she stuttered, moving into his arms.
"It's going to be okay," Jason soothed, rubbing her back in an effort to sooth her tattered nerves.
Lily studied Jason's face for a moment. She raised a hand to his cheek and caressed it softly as she leaned forward and kissed him.
Jason was shocked at first, but quickly recovered. When he tightened his hold on her and deepened the kiss, Lily lost her balance and fell backwards into the dresser. Freeing her right arm, she felt for the bottle. She closed her eyes as she picked it up and hit Jason in the head with it.
She stumbled to the side as his body fell to the ground. Grabbing Jason's coat, she ran out the door and to the nearby elevator. She released a relieved sigh when she heard the doors opening and turned to enter, but stopped quickly when she came face to face with Robertson's men.
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Cody rubbed his neck as they entered the hotel lobby, muttering about tampering with Jason's life.
"Come on Cody," Jake laughed, slapping him on the back, "you have to admire how he got Lily away from us."
"He used my head as a target," Cody growled.
"Well, he did threaten to shoot me," Jake compared. "What room is James Bond in?"
"Room 1575," Donovan replied, heading towards the elevator.
"Let's go kick his ass!" Cody happily suggested.
"No one threatens and abuses my agents," Donovan replied.
"See, Donovan does care," Jake boasted.
"That's my job." Donovan replied, with a hint of a smile, as the doors closed .
Five minutes later they stepped out of the elevator and made their way down to Jason's room. Donovan raised his hand and stopped when he saw the door open. Jake stepped around Donovan and made his way towards the room.
Gun raised, Jake pushed the door open all the way. He dropped his arm to his side and made his way inside the room. "Donovan, over here." Jake yelled.
Alex moved her way past Jake and the body of her least favorite spy into the next room. "Lily's not here." Alex replied.
"I got a pulse!" Jake yelled, rolling the spy over.
"For now you do," Donovan muttered, bending down to help Jason up.
"Come on, Mum," Jason babbled, "I'm old enough ta 'ave some ale."
Monica and Cody just looked at each other and shook their heads. Donovan raised Jason's head in one hand and delivered a smack with the other. They watched as Jason jerked back into the wall. "Bloody hell! What'd ya do that for? Donovan?"
"Jason." Donovan bit out, "Where's Lily?"
"I think the strong smell of his aftershave caused her to run out." Alex quipped.
"Ha, bloody ha!" Jason replied grabbing a napkin to his neck, "Hey Red, ya got a fag?"
"Are you going to let him talk to you like that Alex?" Cody said, hoping Alex would hit him for the comment.
"I want a cigarette you stupid git!" Jason bit, wincing in pain. "She hit me over the 'ead with the bottle and took off I guess."
Donovan took his gun out of his holster and handed it to Jake. Jake shot Donovan a questioning look. "Get. out." Donovan softly ordered.
"What are you going to do?" Monica asked.
"Boss?" Cody asked looking from Jake to Alex.
"Get. Out!" Donovan ordered, raising his voice.
"Oh shit!" Jason replied when he saw the look on Donovan's face. He tried to make a run for the door when Donovan grabbed him and shoved him back into the room.
"We'll be out here." Cody said, pushing the other agents out of the room. "Remind me not to piss him off that much."
They winced when they heard a body slam up against the wall. They heard muffled bloody hells from Jason and questions and insults from Donovan.
"What the hell is going on out here!" the man in the next room demanded to know.
Jake walked over to the man and flashed his badge. "Witness Protection Program sir. You better go back to your room for your own safety." Jake replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"I can't believe you said that." Monica replied trying to contain her laughter.
"What?" Jake asked, "You'd rather me tell him that an ex-CIA agent is beating the shit out of a British spy."
"Good point." Alex smiled.
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"How could you place her in danger again?" Donovan demanded, slamming Jason into the wall.
"Me?" Jason laughed, "You're the fool that led them to 'er in the club. Ow!"
Donovan landed another punch into the younger spy's stomach. "Tell me what's really going on before I really hurt you." Donovan demanded.
"Ya don't scare me." Jason taunted. "Is that the best your government can offer?"
"You know exactly what Robertson will do to her when he finds out she lied to him." Donovan accused him, pushing Jason into the wall. "Remember what happened to the French agent that tried? Remembered what happened to her? The torture that Robertson gave her caused her to die a month later. A month of pain."
"I don't 'ave to remember!" Jason replied, pushing Donovan away. "I still can 'ear 'er pleas to die."
"Uh, is it safe to come in?" Cody asked, poking his head into the room. "I'm not sure how much longer Jake's Witness Protection Program lie will work."
Donovan nodded to signal he understood what Cody meant. "Where's Lily?" Donovan asked a little more calmly.
"Don't know mate," Jason sighed, putting a cigarette into his mouth, "She came out of the room after 'aving a nightmare, we kissed, next thing I know she's 'itting me with me bottle."
"You slept with her?" Alex asked in disgust.
"Hell no!" Jason defended himself, "I 'ave more morals than that. I'll suffer for that later, believe you me."
"So that explains your lovely odor," Cody smirked.
"Nothing personnel 'bout the 'ead mate." Jason smiled at Cody.
"Yea, wait until I mess with your bank account." Cody muttered.
"Bloody hell!" Jason yelled, "She took me jacket!"
"Stay here until we find the girl." Donovan warned, taking Jason's gun and headed out the door.
Jason slammed the door and made his way into the bedroom. He tore off the shirt he was wearing and looked for another one that didn't smell like alcohol. He tossed the files he had in his suitcase onto the bed. He was trying to figure out how they found him in the new hotel. He knew they weren't able to follow him by way off the taxi driver since they got out and then got into another taxi going in the opposite direction.
After finding out Donovan was involved in finding Lily, he got profiles of Donovan's team. He grabbed the first file and flipped through it. Caleb Forrester. Cody. The wanker. At the club he must've slapped a tracking device on the jacket. His respect for Cody grew a little.
Now he just had to figure out why Lily pulled him into that kiss and then blindsided him with the bottle.
"Son of a." Jason whispered, "She over 'eard my phone conversation."
Jason reached under the bed and pulled out his spare gun. He slipped it into his waistband and threw an oversized sweatshirt on to conceal it. He had a feeling where Lily could be.