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Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XXI
Twenty against Four
Anthony and Dylan
Pulling back and breaking the kiss, Dylan looked up at Anthony and said, "We need to think of a plan."
Nodding, Anthony let go of her and got off the cot. He took a few steps, making sure the cut wouldn't re-open and bleed. When it didn't, he started to walk around the room, thinking intently.
After a couple of minutes, he stopped and turned to Dylan. "I have an idea," he signed.
Dylan
It was only a few seconds after Anthony explained his plan to me, when we heard footsteps on the staircase outside the cell.
I ran to stand in the middle of the room, while Anthony stood next to the door. I clenched my fists, getting ready to start fighting.
The door opened and two thugs stood in the doorway. "Where the hell's the mute?" one of them shouted at me.
At that moment, Anthony came out from behind the door and kicked the thug nearest to him. The man ducked, but Anthony hit the thug over the head with his arm.
The other thug had taken out a walkie talkie. I ran over to him and kicked it out of his hand. I raised my leg to kick him in the head, when he grabbed my ankle and I fell to the ground.
"You'll pay for that," the thug said. He swung his leg back and then brought it forward to kick me.
Before he could do so, Anthony attacked the thug and kicked him the back.
Once I was free, I rolled to the side to avoid getting crushed by the thug as he fell to the ground. I got up and brushed the dirt off of my blouse.
Anthony was standing in the doorway, looking to see if anyone was coming. After awhile, he turned to me and signed, "Let's go."
I picked up the thug's walkie talkie off the floor and took the batteries out, throwing both down. Then I followed Anthony out of the cell and down the spiral staircase.
It was a labyrinth of long hallways and dead ends. I had no idea where we were going, and I got the feeling that Anthony didn't either. Also, we didn't see anyone when we walked through the hallways, and that was making me anxious.
After a while, Anthony stopped and turned to me. "There's a room up ahead, we'll have to try and go out that way," he signed to me.
I nodded and I followed him closely as we walked into the room.
Anthony
He looked around the room, his hands tightened into fists and his body tensed. Anthony remembered most of the old mission when he worked for Knox. But this room hadn't been in the mission before.
"Do you know where we are?" Dylan asked, standing next to him.
Anthony was about to sign something, when a voice from across the room spoke.
"I had this room specially built for our fight," McCadden said, coming out of the shadows. "Now that you are here, the torture can begin." She took out two remote controls and pressed the button on each one. When Dylan and Anthony remained still, McCadden looked at them in confusion.
"Next time, try not to leave things that can take out a chip in your prisoner's cell," Dylan said, obviously pleased with McCadden's reaction.
"Well then, I suppose I'll just go straight to the fighting," McCadden said, throwing down the remotes. "You know, two against one is terribly unfair."
"Why not try four against one?" a voice behind Anthony and Dylan said.
Dylan
It was a struggle to not let surprise show on my face. As Alex and Natalie stood next to me, I saw the anger on McCadden's face.
"Well, this is unexpected," she said through gritted teeth. Then she thought of something and a small smirk appeared on her face. "Luckily I thought ahead to plan for a situation like this."
A man walked into the room and stood next to McCadden. It was the mission Historian that had given me and Anthony the tour, Richard McShea. "Hello Angel," he said, leering at me.
"Now then," McCadden said, pleased with the startled looks on Anthony's face and mine. "Let us try twenty against four."
McShea snapped his fingers, and a bunch of thugs came out of the doorways that went around the room.
"Make sure that the Blonde and the Asian are taken away from here," McCadden said to the thugs. "But the Mute and Red-haired Angel are mine."
With that, the thugs set out to do their job, and all hell broke loose.
****About half of the thugs went straight to Alex and Natalie, kicking and punching. Being trained fighters, Alex and Natalie quickly split up, taking on about four thugs each.
Natalie used the heels on her shoes to injure two thugs. They fell to the ground, clutching their chests where the heel had punctured the skin. The other two thugs ran to Natalie at once, hoping to confuse her.
Using her training, Natalie flipped backwards and the thugs nearly ran into one another. They stopped themselves in time, and they went after Natalie again. She was able to kick one in the head and render him unconscious. The other thug dodged Natalie's kick to the chest, and then he chased her through a doorway and down a hall.
Alex was able to grab a chain that one of the thugs attacking her was carrying. She wasted no time in knocking out one of the thugs. The other thugs surrounded her and two of them distracted her while the third one pinned her arms behind her, forcing Alex to drop the chain.
Flipping over the thug who held her, Alex broke the thug's arms and he fell to the ground, moaning in pain. The other two thugs looked at each other and then one pulled out a gun. Alex didn't hesitate and started for a doorway, although she hated the idea of running.******
I didn't see any of this, as Anthony and I were busy dealing with the other half of the thugs. Since McCadden wanted to fight the both of us herself, the thugs just did their best to weaken us.
Unlike Alex and Natalie, Anthony and I fought the thugs together. We quickly made half of the thugs unconscious by kicking them simultaneously. The other men saw what tactic we were using, and so they hastily separated us.
Anthony made quick work of the three thugs he was fighting. He punched one in the stomach and then kicked his head. The last two ran over while he was doing that. One grabbed his arms and held them in place. The other thug kicked up and onto his shoulder, and Anthony screeched in pain.
Wrenching himself from the thug's grip, Anthony punched the man who kicked him in the face. The other man he kicked back so the thug's head hit the wall with a loud whack.
As for myself, I jumped up into the air and spun around, kicking two thugs in the face. They fell to the ground and I ran over to another thug and we fought furiously, kicking and punching. Finally I was able to kick the man in the ribs and they made a sickening crunching sound. He fell to the ground, gripping his sides.
I turned around and raised my leg to hit the last thug, when he reached out and grabbed the cut on my leg roughly. I screamed in pain as he opened the wound and blood flowed down my leg.
"That wasn't too smart," the thug smirked, thinking he had gotten the best of me.
I surprised him though, and I kicked him in the face with my other leg. "That was pure genius," I couldn't help saying, mimicking the thug's British accent. I then started to stand up, having fallen to the ground, and Anthony helped me up.
"Where's J?" Anthony signed to me.
I looked over to where she had been standing earlier, and saw a flight of stairs. I pointed to them and said, "She went that way."
Anthony ran past me and then up the staircase.
I followed him, knowing that this was going to be the fight between us and McCadden. And either we or she would not leave the mission alive.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XXI
Twenty against Four
Anthony and Dylan
Pulling back and breaking the kiss, Dylan looked up at Anthony and said, "We need to think of a plan."
Nodding, Anthony let go of her and got off the cot. He took a few steps, making sure the cut wouldn't re-open and bleed. When it didn't, he started to walk around the room, thinking intently.
After a couple of minutes, he stopped and turned to Dylan. "I have an idea," he signed.
Dylan
It was only a few seconds after Anthony explained his plan to me, when we heard footsteps on the staircase outside the cell.
I ran to stand in the middle of the room, while Anthony stood next to the door. I clenched my fists, getting ready to start fighting.
The door opened and two thugs stood in the doorway. "Where the hell's the mute?" one of them shouted at me.
At that moment, Anthony came out from behind the door and kicked the thug nearest to him. The man ducked, but Anthony hit the thug over the head with his arm.
The other thug had taken out a walkie talkie. I ran over to him and kicked it out of his hand. I raised my leg to kick him in the head, when he grabbed my ankle and I fell to the ground.
"You'll pay for that," the thug said. He swung his leg back and then brought it forward to kick me.
Before he could do so, Anthony attacked the thug and kicked him the back.
Once I was free, I rolled to the side to avoid getting crushed by the thug as he fell to the ground. I got up and brushed the dirt off of my blouse.
Anthony was standing in the doorway, looking to see if anyone was coming. After awhile, he turned to me and signed, "Let's go."
I picked up the thug's walkie talkie off the floor and took the batteries out, throwing both down. Then I followed Anthony out of the cell and down the spiral staircase.
It was a labyrinth of long hallways and dead ends. I had no idea where we were going, and I got the feeling that Anthony didn't either. Also, we didn't see anyone when we walked through the hallways, and that was making me anxious.
After a while, Anthony stopped and turned to me. "There's a room up ahead, we'll have to try and go out that way," he signed to me.
I nodded and I followed him closely as we walked into the room.
Anthony
He looked around the room, his hands tightened into fists and his body tensed. Anthony remembered most of the old mission when he worked for Knox. But this room hadn't been in the mission before.
"Do you know where we are?" Dylan asked, standing next to him.
Anthony was about to sign something, when a voice from across the room spoke.
"I had this room specially built for our fight," McCadden said, coming out of the shadows. "Now that you are here, the torture can begin." She took out two remote controls and pressed the button on each one. When Dylan and Anthony remained still, McCadden looked at them in confusion.
"Next time, try not to leave things that can take out a chip in your prisoner's cell," Dylan said, obviously pleased with McCadden's reaction.
"Well then, I suppose I'll just go straight to the fighting," McCadden said, throwing down the remotes. "You know, two against one is terribly unfair."
"Why not try four against one?" a voice behind Anthony and Dylan said.
Dylan
It was a struggle to not let surprise show on my face. As Alex and Natalie stood next to me, I saw the anger on McCadden's face.
"Well, this is unexpected," she said through gritted teeth. Then she thought of something and a small smirk appeared on her face. "Luckily I thought ahead to plan for a situation like this."
A man walked into the room and stood next to McCadden. It was the mission Historian that had given me and Anthony the tour, Richard McShea. "Hello Angel," he said, leering at me.
"Now then," McCadden said, pleased with the startled looks on Anthony's face and mine. "Let us try twenty against four."
McShea snapped his fingers, and a bunch of thugs came out of the doorways that went around the room.
"Make sure that the Blonde and the Asian are taken away from here," McCadden said to the thugs. "But the Mute and Red-haired Angel are mine."
With that, the thugs set out to do their job, and all hell broke loose.
****About half of the thugs went straight to Alex and Natalie, kicking and punching. Being trained fighters, Alex and Natalie quickly split up, taking on about four thugs each.
Natalie used the heels on her shoes to injure two thugs. They fell to the ground, clutching their chests where the heel had punctured the skin. The other two thugs ran to Natalie at once, hoping to confuse her.
Using her training, Natalie flipped backwards and the thugs nearly ran into one another. They stopped themselves in time, and they went after Natalie again. She was able to kick one in the head and render him unconscious. The other thug dodged Natalie's kick to the chest, and then he chased her through a doorway and down a hall.
Alex was able to grab a chain that one of the thugs attacking her was carrying. She wasted no time in knocking out one of the thugs. The other thugs surrounded her and two of them distracted her while the third one pinned her arms behind her, forcing Alex to drop the chain.
Flipping over the thug who held her, Alex broke the thug's arms and he fell to the ground, moaning in pain. The other two thugs looked at each other and then one pulled out a gun. Alex didn't hesitate and started for a doorway, although she hated the idea of running.******
I didn't see any of this, as Anthony and I were busy dealing with the other half of the thugs. Since McCadden wanted to fight the both of us herself, the thugs just did their best to weaken us.
Unlike Alex and Natalie, Anthony and I fought the thugs together. We quickly made half of the thugs unconscious by kicking them simultaneously. The other men saw what tactic we were using, and so they hastily separated us.
Anthony made quick work of the three thugs he was fighting. He punched one in the stomach and then kicked his head. The last two ran over while he was doing that. One grabbed his arms and held them in place. The other thug kicked up and onto his shoulder, and Anthony screeched in pain.
Wrenching himself from the thug's grip, Anthony punched the man who kicked him in the face. The other man he kicked back so the thug's head hit the wall with a loud whack.
As for myself, I jumped up into the air and spun around, kicking two thugs in the face. They fell to the ground and I ran over to another thug and we fought furiously, kicking and punching. Finally I was able to kick the man in the ribs and they made a sickening crunching sound. He fell to the ground, gripping his sides.
I turned around and raised my leg to hit the last thug, when he reached out and grabbed the cut on my leg roughly. I screamed in pain as he opened the wound and blood flowed down my leg.
"That wasn't too smart," the thug smirked, thinking he had gotten the best of me.
I surprised him though, and I kicked him in the face with my other leg. "That was pure genius," I couldn't help saying, mimicking the thug's British accent. I then started to stand up, having fallen to the ground, and Anthony helped me up.
"Where's J?" Anthony signed to me.
I looked over to where she had been standing earlier, and saw a flight of stairs. I pointed to them and said, "She went that way."
Anthony ran past me and then up the staircase.
I followed him, knowing that this was going to be the fight between us and McCadden. And either we or she would not leave the mission alive.