A/N: Huge thanks to villianbabe for your very lovely review of the last
chapter!
A/N 2: Two bad words in this chapter, it's just a warning (this ff is rated PG-13 anyway)
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XVIII
A Bad Situation
Dylan and Anthony
I came out of unconsciousness, and I had no idea where I was. I wasn't on the grass on Santa Cruz Island, where I had fallen asleep. And I sure wasn't in the room at the Orphanage. I lifted my head up and looked around me.
I was in a small room, a cell basically, which had high walls made of stone. I then sat up and saw the tiny window to the right of me. I got up and nearly fell down again from the dizziness.
Once that had passed, I climbed up on the metal bed frame that was against the wall. My eyes were only able to look over the bottom of the window, and I knew where I was immediately. I was in one of the towers in the Carmel Mission.
"Anthony," I said out loud, remembering that he had fallen to the ground back on the island. I jumped off the bed frame and ran to the door. Hitting it with my feet and fists, I started yelling, "Anthony!"
Anthony
He came out of the blackness and felt himself being carried. Anthony twisted and turned, trying to get out of grips of the four men who held him, but his arms and legs were bound together with rope and a lot of masking tape, and a bandana was tied around his head so it was in his mouth
"Where should we put him J?" one man carrying Anthony called out.
Lifting his head, Anthony looked around the room. He was in the command center Knox had had to find Charlie- it was an almost exact replica of what it had looked like before Knox had destroyed it. Every piece of equipment that Knox had before, had been replaced by slightly newer equipment in this room.
"Just take him to the cell," a gravelly voice said from the shadows in the back of the room. "Norman just called and said the angel is hitting her cell door and calling for the mute."
The thugs holding Anthony walked towards the stairs that were on the opposite side of the room.
Anthony tried to lift his head again so he could see J, when the thug holding his right arm punched him in the nose, making it bleed.
"Keep still you fucking mute, or else we'll kill you before you can see that pretty angel of yours," the thug yell in a thick British accent.
"Letting himself be carried to the tower, Anthony kept himself as still as possible. Now was not the time to fight, and he had to make sure that Dylan was all right.
Dylan
I gave up on breaking down the door and yelling after ten minutes. I slid down to the ground, weakened from that and the tranquilizer, and gave an impatient sigh.
A few minutes later, I heard voices outside the cell door. I stood up, and before I could go anywhere, the door was flung open.
"Get back lass," a thug with a Welsh accent sneered, pushing me onto the metal bed frame. "Got a friend of yours here," he said, pointing out to door.
I looked past him and saw four men coming up the stairs and carrying a figure clad in black. "Anthony!" I said. I started to get up, but the Welshman pulled out a gun and stopped me.
The thugs brought Anthony in and set him on the ground in the middle of the cell.
"Good luck getting him free, angel," the Welshman said to me. Laughing, he walked out the door with the other thugs, slamming it behind him and the locking it.
I got off the bed frame and went over to Anthony, kneeling down next to him. "Are you all right?" I asked taking the bandana that was in his mouth off. I noticed that there was blood under his nose.
He nodded and then said, "Dylan" in a questioning tone of voice.
"I'm fine," I answered. I started to pull the masking tape off of his arms and said, "We're in the mission in Carmel."
"I know," Anthony signed, though with some difficulty as his hands were still bound. "I was taken through the room where Knox had all his equipment when he was here. It's all been rebuilt."
I pulled the last of the tape off and looked down at him. "Anthony, do you think that it could be Knox who's behind this?" I asked.
Pulling off the rope that I had loosened, Anthony signed, "It's possible."
I sat back as he started to free his legs. "It makes sense," I said, more to myself than to Anthony. "His real name was John and he probably had tons of money left from Knox Technologies."
Finally free of the bindings, Anthony signed, "How did Knox die?"
"Well, Alex had the missile that he fired come back and hit Knox's helicopter," I answered. All of a sudden, I thought of something. "I was in the copter when the missile was coming back, and although there was no way Knox could have gotten out of there without one of us seeing him, he could have survived." Anthony raised one eyebrow and I sighed. "Okay, maybe not. But who else could be behind this?"
Anthony shrugged at that and got up off the floor. He went over to the bed frame and moved it away from the wall. Then he stood it on its end and climbed up to look out the window.
"What are you doing?" I asked, standing up and walking over to the bed frame.
Sticking his head out the window, Anthony ignored my question. He then came back in and jumped off the frame to the floor. "We're higher up than the cell in the original Mission was," he signed up to me.
"So no escape that way," I said. I suddenly thought of my cell phone and searched my pockets for it. "Oh great! I said angrily. "My phone is in my jacket at the Orphanage."
Anthony glanced at me and then balled his hands into fists.
"Where's your cane?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he signed. "It could still be on the island."
"Damn it! We're in a really bad situation then," I said angrily. "It's just you and me against J and all those thugs." I then paused to think for a moment. "It would have made things a little easier if you had your cane with you."
"But then I would not get to have any fun," a voice above us said.
I turned around and looked up. There was a window that had blended into the wall beforehand. I saw a figure standing in the window, and I said, "J."
A/N 2: Two bad words in this chapter, it's just a warning (this ff is rated PG-13 anyway)
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XVIII
A Bad Situation
Dylan and Anthony
I came out of unconsciousness, and I had no idea where I was. I wasn't on the grass on Santa Cruz Island, where I had fallen asleep. And I sure wasn't in the room at the Orphanage. I lifted my head up and looked around me.
I was in a small room, a cell basically, which had high walls made of stone. I then sat up and saw the tiny window to the right of me. I got up and nearly fell down again from the dizziness.
Once that had passed, I climbed up on the metal bed frame that was against the wall. My eyes were only able to look over the bottom of the window, and I knew where I was immediately. I was in one of the towers in the Carmel Mission.
"Anthony," I said out loud, remembering that he had fallen to the ground back on the island. I jumped off the bed frame and ran to the door. Hitting it with my feet and fists, I started yelling, "Anthony!"
Anthony
He came out of the blackness and felt himself being carried. Anthony twisted and turned, trying to get out of grips of the four men who held him, but his arms and legs were bound together with rope and a lot of masking tape, and a bandana was tied around his head so it was in his mouth
"Where should we put him J?" one man carrying Anthony called out.
Lifting his head, Anthony looked around the room. He was in the command center Knox had had to find Charlie- it was an almost exact replica of what it had looked like before Knox had destroyed it. Every piece of equipment that Knox had before, had been replaced by slightly newer equipment in this room.
"Just take him to the cell," a gravelly voice said from the shadows in the back of the room. "Norman just called and said the angel is hitting her cell door and calling for the mute."
The thugs holding Anthony walked towards the stairs that were on the opposite side of the room.
Anthony tried to lift his head again so he could see J, when the thug holding his right arm punched him in the nose, making it bleed.
"Keep still you fucking mute, or else we'll kill you before you can see that pretty angel of yours," the thug yell in a thick British accent.
"Letting himself be carried to the tower, Anthony kept himself as still as possible. Now was not the time to fight, and he had to make sure that Dylan was all right.
Dylan
I gave up on breaking down the door and yelling after ten minutes. I slid down to the ground, weakened from that and the tranquilizer, and gave an impatient sigh.
A few minutes later, I heard voices outside the cell door. I stood up, and before I could go anywhere, the door was flung open.
"Get back lass," a thug with a Welsh accent sneered, pushing me onto the metal bed frame. "Got a friend of yours here," he said, pointing out to door.
I looked past him and saw four men coming up the stairs and carrying a figure clad in black. "Anthony!" I said. I started to get up, but the Welshman pulled out a gun and stopped me.
The thugs brought Anthony in and set him on the ground in the middle of the cell.
"Good luck getting him free, angel," the Welshman said to me. Laughing, he walked out the door with the other thugs, slamming it behind him and the locking it.
I got off the bed frame and went over to Anthony, kneeling down next to him. "Are you all right?" I asked taking the bandana that was in his mouth off. I noticed that there was blood under his nose.
He nodded and then said, "Dylan" in a questioning tone of voice.
"I'm fine," I answered. I started to pull the masking tape off of his arms and said, "We're in the mission in Carmel."
"I know," Anthony signed, though with some difficulty as his hands were still bound. "I was taken through the room where Knox had all his equipment when he was here. It's all been rebuilt."
I pulled the last of the tape off and looked down at him. "Anthony, do you think that it could be Knox who's behind this?" I asked.
Pulling off the rope that I had loosened, Anthony signed, "It's possible."
I sat back as he started to free his legs. "It makes sense," I said, more to myself than to Anthony. "His real name was John and he probably had tons of money left from Knox Technologies."
Finally free of the bindings, Anthony signed, "How did Knox die?"
"Well, Alex had the missile that he fired come back and hit Knox's helicopter," I answered. All of a sudden, I thought of something. "I was in the copter when the missile was coming back, and although there was no way Knox could have gotten out of there without one of us seeing him, he could have survived." Anthony raised one eyebrow and I sighed. "Okay, maybe not. But who else could be behind this?"
Anthony shrugged at that and got up off the floor. He went over to the bed frame and moved it away from the wall. Then he stood it on its end and climbed up to look out the window.
"What are you doing?" I asked, standing up and walking over to the bed frame.
Sticking his head out the window, Anthony ignored my question. He then came back in and jumped off the frame to the floor. "We're higher up than the cell in the original Mission was," he signed up to me.
"So no escape that way," I said. I suddenly thought of my cell phone and searched my pockets for it. "Oh great! I said angrily. "My phone is in my jacket at the Orphanage."
Anthony glanced at me and then balled his hands into fists.
"Where's your cane?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he signed. "It could still be on the island."
"Damn it! We're in a really bad situation then," I said angrily. "It's just you and me against J and all those thugs." I then paused to think for a moment. "It would have made things a little easier if you had your cane with you."
"But then I would not get to have any fun," a voice above us said.
I turned around and looked up. There was a window that had blended into the wall beforehand. I saw a figure standing in the window, and I said, "J."