Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Once more I don't own any characters in the xXx movies, but I do own Rob, he's mine, but he'll only play a minor part.
A/N: A HUGE thanks to all the reviewers so far, please, keep it up, with any criticism, corrections, advice etc. it's great! Oh, and if you are going to flame me, please, keep it constructive.
Regarding Reviews, I've written a 1700 word chapter, so surely you could give me a few itty-bitty words in a review? Please? I'm begging you! Anyways, hope you enjoy.
*Translation- so, you don't like that?
Xander winced, opening his eyes slowly. "The Swiss have some big anger management problems," Xander said to himself, half muttering. He squinted twisting his head around, looking into the room he was in. Xander looked down at his hands, noticing them as if for the first time.
"Oh shit". Xander said simply "As if * that * hadn't been done before" Xander said groaning. His hands had been taped to the arms with duct tape, leaving an angry red mark across his wrists. He pulled up sharply, trying to rip it off, and he thought he heard the tape give way slightly. Giving up on this for a moment, Xander surveyed the room careful, squinting as the sunlight flooded in from a large window overlooking the Alps. A TV sat in one corner, the sound off, and a couch was placed in front of it, a dirty white throw rug over it. A door swinging open with a clunk interrupted Xander. He twisted his head, searching for the sound and where it had come from. "Hey, that's just mean! You give me a nice movie and don't turn the sound up? Well that's torture for you". Xander called out sarcastically,
A figure dressed in black stepped into the light just in front of him.
"Oh so you're the oh so nice people who smacked me over the head while I wasn't looking?" Xander asked the figure politely.
The figure nodded slowly, still staring at Xander. Without a word Xander spat in his face, lurching upwards, and trying to rip off the duct tape. The figure hit him with a clenched fist, striking him on the side of his head with a resounding crack. The figure stepped backwards, bringing out an object from behind it's back. There was a slight fizzing sound, and Xander slumped forward, unable to move very well.
*"Alors, tu n'aime pas que?"
The figure asked him mockingly. Xander struggled to remember what little he had learnt in high school French lessons, not a lot. The figure kicked him half-heartedly, and Xander grunted, silently seething. This wasn't going the way he wanted it to.
There was a crashing sound from behind the door, and the figure retreated backwards, saying something inaudible in French.
Xander sat staring at the floor, focusing and unfocusing on a crack in the floorboards as he struggled to regain control of his body.
He slowly raised his head, searching the room for a way out.
Luckily his neck wasn't tied, and he bent back down, opening his mouth slowly. He leant over to his wrist, pulling at the edge of the duct tape with his teeth
"Well hell it's undignified but who cares?" Xander thought to himself.
"This is going to hurt", Xander said through a mouth full of duct tape.
He tensed slightly, before pulling back as hard as he could.
The tape gave a ripping sound, and Xander bit down harder. Red flesh came into view, hairless, in a section about the width of a sweatband. Xander let go of the tape slowly, leaning back up exhaling.
He glanced at his wrist, swearing. He wriggled his wrist, quickly surveying the room to see if anyone had noticed, before leaning back down and getting to work on the other wrist.
"Amateurs" Xander said five minutes later, rubbing his wrist with either hand,
Looking down at the angry red marks standing out. He reached up with his right hand tentatively, rubbing his hand over a narrow strip at the top of his head. He could feel wear the camera had been ripped off.
"Well at least it was a relay camera". Xander said to himself. "Yelena should know where I am from it".
His hand crept backwards, until his fingers surrounded a large lump on the crown of his head. Feeling in a masochistic mood, he lifted his finger until it hovered about an inch above the lump, and pushed down, hard.
Xander bit his lip, struggling not to call out, as pain flashed down through his head.
"Ok, note to self, don't do that again". Xander said grimacing. He got up, arching backwards to stretch out his back.
He put his weight gingerly on his ankle, hobbling over to the door.
"Well that was easy". Xander said to himself, pushing through the door cautiously. He realised why they hadn't taken a lot of precautions to tie him up-he was on a mountainside. "Oh crap" Xander said quietly. He walked into the small room, lightly running his fingers over a cabinet top.
He was in some sort of kitchen, judging by the cooker and microwave.
"Well at least they'll have popcorn" Xander told himself brightly.
He turned around slowly, surveying the entire room, before stepping into the next, sparsely furnished with a round table and chairs.
Catching sight of what was on the table, he ran over to it, ignoring the pain. On the table were his video recorder, backpack, and harness.
"Oh so they give me everything but the snowboard? Well that's nice". Xander said angrily kicking the table leg, which gave a scraping sound and skidded across the floor jerkily.
His hands ran over everything lightly, his fingertips touching the well- used items on the table.
He turned away form the table, intent on exploring. There was a scraping sound and Xander jumped, cursing as pain flashed through his ankle.
"If that's people about the mortgage, nobody's home". Xander said cautiously, his eyes flicking around the room, searching for means of escape.
The scraping continued and Xander's heart raced. "Well America has influenced Europe. Any moment now will come the dog dirt set on fire". Xander said quietly to himself.
He didn't know what to do, but it seemed to be coming from a small cupboard just through from the kitchen, the kind that would contain a fold down ironing board. Xander approached it slowly, his body tense. He cast a fleeting look around the room, searching for a weapon. He grabbed the first thing he could find, lying discarded on the worktop. Brandishing it like a baseball bat he proceeded forward.
"Well, it'll be the first time that anyone's ever killed a burglar with a wooden spoon". Xander said smiling nervously. 'This is stupid' Xander thought to himself. He dropped the spoon down, and it hit the floor with a clatter.
He edged round to the side of the door, grasping the door handle with his fingers.
"One, two, three.!" Xander whispered, before pulling open the door as hard as he could. He felt a hinge come off, and the door swung faster.
Xander lashed out with his right hand balled into a fist. He felt it connect with something with a soft 'wumph' and there was a thud as the body hit the floor unconscious.
"Oh Crap," Xander said simply, as he recognised the body as it hit the floor.
'Well I always said someone was going to kill him someday" Xander said, as Agent Shavers groaned weakly. Xander started to run his hand and over his head slowly, stopping as he reached the back of his head, stopping and bending down to look at Shavers.
A worried look crossed his face, and he reached down with two fingers to try and check his pulse.
At the bottom of the mountain
"Where is he?" Yelena asked anxiously, surveying the monitors, most of which were covered in static fuzz. Rob was flipping through pictures with the switchboard, rewinding and playing five at a time.
"We had the live feed up until.there!" Rob told Yelena, as he paused it an exact instant before the screen went blank.
"That's useless!" Yelena said angrily, surveying the screen, her face twisted, as she studied it intently.
All that could be seen was a large snow bank almost directly in front of him, and a glimpse of red and black in the top right hand corner.
Rob pulled out a Mac laptop, hurriedly pushing the cables into sockets at the back, and the Mac gave a small 'ping' and the screen glowed, as it opened into the user area. Rob pushed in a CD, and the Mac hummed, reading the data as quickly as it could, eagerly reading it.
Rob pushed the mouse over, and opened a photo program, selecting the file 'Swiss '03' and playing it slowly. Yelena's eyes never left the screen as he dragged the film forward, slowing almost to a crawl as the pine trees slowly moved by, which made Yelena thought made her legs feel heavy.
She could see the camera move round, and the picture gave a dizzying shake, but she could clearly see a snowmobile moving up behind Xander.
Rob pressed a few more keys, and the tape wound itself on and Rob paused it as the red and white block appeared in the corner of the picture.
Yelena leant over Rob, selecting the image and dragging it into a clip gallery. She selected it on its own, and clicked 'image 'enhance'and the image reloaded, zooming in on the object in the corner.
"Well there's the mystery object," Yelena said flatly, as she realised it was useless. "It's a baseball bat". Yelena told him for good measure. "One in a thousand million-we have no way of tracking it."
Rob turned towards her in the cramped conditions of the transit van, telling her:
"There does seem to be a bar code, which could be traceable, but I don't have the equipment necessary to do it."
"And I know just who can do it," Yelena finished for him, already taking out her mobile phone to call Gibbons.
A/N: Not a brilliant end to this chapter, but I didn't want to make it too long, so here y'are! I hope you liked it, but I have one nitpick. REVIEW PLEASE! Thank you! :D
Disclaimer: Once more I don't own any characters in the xXx movies, but I do own Rob, he's mine, but he'll only play a minor part.
A/N: A HUGE thanks to all the reviewers so far, please, keep it up, with any criticism, corrections, advice etc. it's great! Oh, and if you are going to flame me, please, keep it constructive.
Regarding Reviews, I've written a 1700 word chapter, so surely you could give me a few itty-bitty words in a review? Please? I'm begging you! Anyways, hope you enjoy.
*Translation- so, you don't like that?
Xander winced, opening his eyes slowly. "The Swiss have some big anger management problems," Xander said to himself, half muttering. He squinted twisting his head around, looking into the room he was in. Xander looked down at his hands, noticing them as if for the first time.
"Oh shit". Xander said simply "As if * that * hadn't been done before" Xander said groaning. His hands had been taped to the arms with duct tape, leaving an angry red mark across his wrists. He pulled up sharply, trying to rip it off, and he thought he heard the tape give way slightly. Giving up on this for a moment, Xander surveyed the room careful, squinting as the sunlight flooded in from a large window overlooking the Alps. A TV sat in one corner, the sound off, and a couch was placed in front of it, a dirty white throw rug over it. A door swinging open with a clunk interrupted Xander. He twisted his head, searching for the sound and where it had come from. "Hey, that's just mean! You give me a nice movie and don't turn the sound up? Well that's torture for you". Xander called out sarcastically,
A figure dressed in black stepped into the light just in front of him.
"Oh so you're the oh so nice people who smacked me over the head while I wasn't looking?" Xander asked the figure politely.
The figure nodded slowly, still staring at Xander. Without a word Xander spat in his face, lurching upwards, and trying to rip off the duct tape. The figure hit him with a clenched fist, striking him on the side of his head with a resounding crack. The figure stepped backwards, bringing out an object from behind it's back. There was a slight fizzing sound, and Xander slumped forward, unable to move very well.
*"Alors, tu n'aime pas que?"
The figure asked him mockingly. Xander struggled to remember what little he had learnt in high school French lessons, not a lot. The figure kicked him half-heartedly, and Xander grunted, silently seething. This wasn't going the way he wanted it to.
There was a crashing sound from behind the door, and the figure retreated backwards, saying something inaudible in French.
Xander sat staring at the floor, focusing and unfocusing on a crack in the floorboards as he struggled to regain control of his body.
He slowly raised his head, searching the room for a way out.
Luckily his neck wasn't tied, and he bent back down, opening his mouth slowly. He leant over to his wrist, pulling at the edge of the duct tape with his teeth
"Well hell it's undignified but who cares?" Xander thought to himself.
"This is going to hurt", Xander said through a mouth full of duct tape.
He tensed slightly, before pulling back as hard as he could.
The tape gave a ripping sound, and Xander bit down harder. Red flesh came into view, hairless, in a section about the width of a sweatband. Xander let go of the tape slowly, leaning back up exhaling.
He glanced at his wrist, swearing. He wriggled his wrist, quickly surveying the room to see if anyone had noticed, before leaning back down and getting to work on the other wrist.
"Amateurs" Xander said five minutes later, rubbing his wrist with either hand,
Looking down at the angry red marks standing out. He reached up with his right hand tentatively, rubbing his hand over a narrow strip at the top of his head. He could feel wear the camera had been ripped off.
"Well at least it was a relay camera". Xander said to himself. "Yelena should know where I am from it".
His hand crept backwards, until his fingers surrounded a large lump on the crown of his head. Feeling in a masochistic mood, he lifted his finger until it hovered about an inch above the lump, and pushed down, hard.
Xander bit his lip, struggling not to call out, as pain flashed down through his head.
"Ok, note to self, don't do that again". Xander said grimacing. He got up, arching backwards to stretch out his back.
He put his weight gingerly on his ankle, hobbling over to the door.
"Well that was easy". Xander said to himself, pushing through the door cautiously. He realised why they hadn't taken a lot of precautions to tie him up-he was on a mountainside. "Oh crap" Xander said quietly. He walked into the small room, lightly running his fingers over a cabinet top.
He was in some sort of kitchen, judging by the cooker and microwave.
"Well at least they'll have popcorn" Xander told himself brightly.
He turned around slowly, surveying the entire room, before stepping into the next, sparsely furnished with a round table and chairs.
Catching sight of what was on the table, he ran over to it, ignoring the pain. On the table were his video recorder, backpack, and harness.
"Oh so they give me everything but the snowboard? Well that's nice". Xander said angrily kicking the table leg, which gave a scraping sound and skidded across the floor jerkily.
His hands ran over everything lightly, his fingertips touching the well- used items on the table.
He turned away form the table, intent on exploring. There was a scraping sound and Xander jumped, cursing as pain flashed through his ankle.
"If that's people about the mortgage, nobody's home". Xander said cautiously, his eyes flicking around the room, searching for means of escape.
The scraping continued and Xander's heart raced. "Well America has influenced Europe. Any moment now will come the dog dirt set on fire". Xander said quietly to himself.
He didn't know what to do, but it seemed to be coming from a small cupboard just through from the kitchen, the kind that would contain a fold down ironing board. Xander approached it slowly, his body tense. He cast a fleeting look around the room, searching for a weapon. He grabbed the first thing he could find, lying discarded on the worktop. Brandishing it like a baseball bat he proceeded forward.
"Well, it'll be the first time that anyone's ever killed a burglar with a wooden spoon". Xander said smiling nervously. 'This is stupid' Xander thought to himself. He dropped the spoon down, and it hit the floor with a clatter.
He edged round to the side of the door, grasping the door handle with his fingers.
"One, two, three.!" Xander whispered, before pulling open the door as hard as he could. He felt a hinge come off, and the door swung faster.
Xander lashed out with his right hand balled into a fist. He felt it connect with something with a soft 'wumph' and there was a thud as the body hit the floor unconscious.
"Oh Crap," Xander said simply, as he recognised the body as it hit the floor.
'Well I always said someone was going to kill him someday" Xander said, as Agent Shavers groaned weakly. Xander started to run his hand and over his head slowly, stopping as he reached the back of his head, stopping and bending down to look at Shavers.
A worried look crossed his face, and he reached down with two fingers to try and check his pulse.
At the bottom of the mountain
"Where is he?" Yelena asked anxiously, surveying the monitors, most of which were covered in static fuzz. Rob was flipping through pictures with the switchboard, rewinding and playing five at a time.
"We had the live feed up until.there!" Rob told Yelena, as he paused it an exact instant before the screen went blank.
"That's useless!" Yelena said angrily, surveying the screen, her face twisted, as she studied it intently.
All that could be seen was a large snow bank almost directly in front of him, and a glimpse of red and black in the top right hand corner.
Rob pulled out a Mac laptop, hurriedly pushing the cables into sockets at the back, and the Mac gave a small 'ping' and the screen glowed, as it opened into the user area. Rob pushed in a CD, and the Mac hummed, reading the data as quickly as it could, eagerly reading it.
Rob pushed the mouse over, and opened a photo program, selecting the file 'Swiss '03' and playing it slowly. Yelena's eyes never left the screen as he dragged the film forward, slowing almost to a crawl as the pine trees slowly moved by, which made Yelena thought made her legs feel heavy.
She could see the camera move round, and the picture gave a dizzying shake, but she could clearly see a snowmobile moving up behind Xander.
Rob pressed a few more keys, and the tape wound itself on and Rob paused it as the red and white block appeared in the corner of the picture.
Yelena leant over Rob, selecting the image and dragging it into a clip gallery. She selected it on its own, and clicked 'image 'enhance'and the image reloaded, zooming in on the object in the corner.
"Well there's the mystery object," Yelena said flatly, as she realised it was useless. "It's a baseball bat". Yelena told him for good measure. "One in a thousand million-we have no way of tracking it."
Rob turned towards her in the cramped conditions of the transit van, telling her:
"There does seem to be a bar code, which could be traceable, but I don't have the equipment necessary to do it."
"And I know just who can do it," Yelena finished for him, already taking out her mobile phone to call Gibbons.
A/N: Not a brilliant end to this chapter, but I didn't want to make it too long, so here y'are! I hope you liked it, but I have one nitpick. REVIEW PLEASE! Thank you! :D