"You son of a bitch!" Gina growled, starting to go after him.
"How's Donovan?" Alex asked as Jake held Gina back.
"He's not here," Jake replied, wincing as Gina clawed at him to get to John.
"What do you mean he's not here?" Tom asked, tightening his grip on the handcuffs on John's wrists.
"What did you do to him?" Gina spat out.
"Nothing much," John laughed, "we just talked. Well, I mainly talked, Frank screamed."
Gina threw her head back into Jake's face and grabbed John by his throat. Jake was on his knees holding his nose as blood gushed through his fingers. Alex made a step towards Gina and stopped when she raised her gun in her face.
"Back off red!" Gina hissed.
"Gina!" Tom warned.
"What's the matter?" John gasped as Gina pressed harder on his throat, "Losing your touch?"
"What did you do to Frank?" she asked again. Gina started to lose her control as John started to laugh hysterically.
Gina let go of his neck and stepped back. "Run."
"What are you doing?" Alex asked.
"You have to the count of three to start running," Gina warned John.
"Are you insane?" Jake asked, keeping his gun aimed at John and one hand over his nose.
"Agent Cross, Shaw, stand down!" Tom ordered.
"What?" they asked in unison
"You heard me," Tom growled, "this was a CIA rescue, you were just brought along for the professional courtesy. You both are relieved."
"One." Gina started to count.
John saw the look in her eyes and knew she meant business. He quickly turned around and headed for the door.
"Two."
"What's going on?" Alex yelled, not liking what was going down.
"Three." Gina whispered. She reached into her belt and pulled out her knife. She took a quick aim and threw it. The knife sailed threw the air and landed in the back of John's thigh as he grabbed for the door.
"Stand back agents!" Tom warned, keeping his gun on Alex and Jake.
They watched as John lay on the ground trying to grab the knife. Gina slowly walked towards him with murder in her eyes.
"Argh!" John screamed as he pulled the knife out.
"Hurt did it?" Gina pouted, sticking out her bottom lip
"You bitch!" he spat out, waving the knife towards her.
"Where's Frank?" she asked, dodging John as he lunged towards her.
"And ruin my surprise?" John asked, limping.
"Tell me and I'll kill you fast," she replied, doing a roundhouse kick, knocking him back down on the ground.
She grabbed the knife from his hand and plunged it into his left shoulder. She smiled as he screamed.
"Tom, make him comfortable."
"My pleasure," Tom responded, handing her his gun.
"What's taking you guys so long?" Cody asked, running into the building, "Hoo, what's going on?"
Cody and Monica stopped in their tracks as they watched Tom drag John over to a chair and cuffed him to it.
"What did we miss?" Monica asked, surveying the room. What she saw was Jake, his face was bloody and he was holding his nose. She was also shocked to see Gina holding a gun on everyone.
"You four are free to go," Tom said, making sure John couldn't escape.
"All in all, I think we'll stay," Jake replied, "Donovan's our boss."
"And my friend," Tom bit back, "I don't think he'd like you guys watching us work."
"We're staying," Alex ground out.
"Suit yourself," Gina replied, caressing an instrument on the table next to her, "I'm just going to have a little talk with my old pal John here. Could get a little messy."
"Messy?" Cody asked, not really wanting to know.
"Another specialty of mine was what? Answer the nice man John," Gina coolly smiled, yanking the knife out of his shoulder. Cody winced as John screamed. "I can extract information very well. Mind you," Gina said turning to face Cody with the knife in her hand, "I haven't done this in years so I'm a wee bit rusty."
She dropped the knife onto the table and brought the chair in front of John. "Tom, why don't you take Cody and Monica and see what you can find?" Gina suggested, "John and I are going to have a wittle talk."
"Yea, I'll go," Cody said, nodding his head, "she scares me."
"What are we looking for?" Monica asked.
"Anything that can lead to Donovan," Tom replied, dumping the contents of a drawer out onto the floor.
"What, um," Cody started to say, "what happened to Donovan? Is he okay?"
"I can answer that question," Gina huffed, backhanding John, "he tortured Frank. Am I right?"
After twenty minutes, Jake had to turn away from watching Gina work on John. He's seen some things in his life, but Gina taking great pleasure in getting information turned his stomach.
"Maybe you should try something else?" Alex offered, "He seems to be enjoying this."
"I think you're right," Gina agreed, tilting her head, looking at John, "maybe this will help."
"Do I want to know?" Jake asked, trying not to look at the needle.
"Sodium Pentothal," Gina smiled, as she stuck the needle into John's neck.
"You mean you could've given him a truth serum and avoided all this?" Jake yelled, his arm knocking over one table of instruments.
"Yes," Gina admitted, "but if I think of what he did to Frank, he's getting off easier than Frank did."
"I think I found something!" Cody yelled, holding up a file.
"Who is that?" Monica asked.
"That's Samuel Weisz." Gina gasped, "He was an instructor when Donovan was recruited. He recruited John. Why would he have photos of him?"
"Weisz as in Director Weisz of the CIA?" Alex asked.
"He has a whole background on the man," Tom said, looking through papers.
They all turned around when they heard John start to laugh.
Gina walked over to him and grabbed him by the hair, "What's your plan?" she demanded to know.
Jake and Alex watched as John tried to fight the serum. "Gonna have a party," John smirked.
"What kind of party?" Gina asked.
"Old friends getting together," John answered.
"For what?" Tom demanded.
"A funeral," John laughed.
"Whose and name the hitter," Tom ordered.
"Director Weisz," John huffed.
"The hitter," Gina demanded, "name the hitter."
John smiled and glanced at each person waiting for him to answer. "Frank Donovan."
"Donovan would do that!" Jake exploded.
"What did you do to Frank?" Gina demanded, punching him in the face.
"Made him a better man," John smiled.
"When will the hit take place?" Jake demanded, grabbing John the neck. He didn't want to think of the possibility of his boss doing that. John started to laugh harder at the younger man's frustration. He knew it was time to end it. "Answer me!"
John clenched his teeth and heard a pop. John started to convulse in the chair.
"What the hell?" Jake yelled, letting go of the man.
They watched as John's eyes rolled into the back of his head and white foam pour out of his mouth.
"Don't touch it!" Gina yelled, pulling Jake's hand away.
"It's cyanide." Tom hissed. "Grab all the files. We need to get to Director Weisz ASAP. Gina, you know what to do."
Gina sadly nodded her head and spoke into her radio. "This is Agent Gina Bartolini. I need an APB put out on Agent Frank Donovan with the FBI. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous."
"How's Donovan?" Alex asked as Jake held Gina back.
"He's not here," Jake replied, wincing as Gina clawed at him to get to John.
"What do you mean he's not here?" Tom asked, tightening his grip on the handcuffs on John's wrists.
"What did you do to him?" Gina spat out.
"Nothing much," John laughed, "we just talked. Well, I mainly talked, Frank screamed."
Gina threw her head back into Jake's face and grabbed John by his throat. Jake was on his knees holding his nose as blood gushed through his fingers. Alex made a step towards Gina and stopped when she raised her gun in her face.
"Back off red!" Gina hissed.
"Gina!" Tom warned.
"What's the matter?" John gasped as Gina pressed harder on his throat, "Losing your touch?"
"What did you do to Frank?" she asked again. Gina started to lose her control as John started to laugh hysterically.
Gina let go of his neck and stepped back. "Run."
"What are you doing?" Alex asked.
"You have to the count of three to start running," Gina warned John.
"Are you insane?" Jake asked, keeping his gun aimed at John and one hand over his nose.
"Agent Cross, Shaw, stand down!" Tom ordered.
"What?" they asked in unison
"You heard me," Tom growled, "this was a CIA rescue, you were just brought along for the professional courtesy. You both are relieved."
"One." Gina started to count.
John saw the look in her eyes and knew she meant business. He quickly turned around and headed for the door.
"Two."
"What's going on?" Alex yelled, not liking what was going down.
"Three." Gina whispered. She reached into her belt and pulled out her knife. She took a quick aim and threw it. The knife sailed threw the air and landed in the back of John's thigh as he grabbed for the door.
"Stand back agents!" Tom warned, keeping his gun on Alex and Jake.
They watched as John lay on the ground trying to grab the knife. Gina slowly walked towards him with murder in her eyes.
"Argh!" John screamed as he pulled the knife out.
"Hurt did it?" Gina pouted, sticking out her bottom lip
"You bitch!" he spat out, waving the knife towards her.
"Where's Frank?" she asked, dodging John as he lunged towards her.
"And ruin my surprise?" John asked, limping.
"Tell me and I'll kill you fast," she replied, doing a roundhouse kick, knocking him back down on the ground.
She grabbed the knife from his hand and plunged it into his left shoulder. She smiled as he screamed.
"Tom, make him comfortable."
"My pleasure," Tom responded, handing her his gun.
"What's taking you guys so long?" Cody asked, running into the building, "Hoo, what's going on?"
Cody and Monica stopped in their tracks as they watched Tom drag John over to a chair and cuffed him to it.
"What did we miss?" Monica asked, surveying the room. What she saw was Jake, his face was bloody and he was holding his nose. She was also shocked to see Gina holding a gun on everyone.
"You four are free to go," Tom said, making sure John couldn't escape.
"All in all, I think we'll stay," Jake replied, "Donovan's our boss."
"And my friend," Tom bit back, "I don't think he'd like you guys watching us work."
"We're staying," Alex ground out.
"Suit yourself," Gina replied, caressing an instrument on the table next to her, "I'm just going to have a little talk with my old pal John here. Could get a little messy."
"Messy?" Cody asked, not really wanting to know.
"Another specialty of mine was what? Answer the nice man John," Gina coolly smiled, yanking the knife out of his shoulder. Cody winced as John screamed. "I can extract information very well. Mind you," Gina said turning to face Cody with the knife in her hand, "I haven't done this in years so I'm a wee bit rusty."
She dropped the knife onto the table and brought the chair in front of John. "Tom, why don't you take Cody and Monica and see what you can find?" Gina suggested, "John and I are going to have a wittle talk."
"Yea, I'll go," Cody said, nodding his head, "she scares me."
"What are we looking for?" Monica asked.
"Anything that can lead to Donovan," Tom replied, dumping the contents of a drawer out onto the floor.
"What, um," Cody started to say, "what happened to Donovan? Is he okay?"
"I can answer that question," Gina huffed, backhanding John, "he tortured Frank. Am I right?"
After twenty minutes, Jake had to turn away from watching Gina work on John. He's seen some things in his life, but Gina taking great pleasure in getting information turned his stomach.
"Maybe you should try something else?" Alex offered, "He seems to be enjoying this."
"I think you're right," Gina agreed, tilting her head, looking at John, "maybe this will help."
"Do I want to know?" Jake asked, trying not to look at the needle.
"Sodium Pentothal," Gina smiled, as she stuck the needle into John's neck.
"You mean you could've given him a truth serum and avoided all this?" Jake yelled, his arm knocking over one table of instruments.
"Yes," Gina admitted, "but if I think of what he did to Frank, he's getting off easier than Frank did."
"I think I found something!" Cody yelled, holding up a file.
"Who is that?" Monica asked.
"That's Samuel Weisz." Gina gasped, "He was an instructor when Donovan was recruited. He recruited John. Why would he have photos of him?"
"Weisz as in Director Weisz of the CIA?" Alex asked.
"He has a whole background on the man," Tom said, looking through papers.
They all turned around when they heard John start to laugh.
Gina walked over to him and grabbed him by the hair, "What's your plan?" she demanded to know.
Jake and Alex watched as John tried to fight the serum. "Gonna have a party," John smirked.
"What kind of party?" Gina asked.
"Old friends getting together," John answered.
"For what?" Tom demanded.
"A funeral," John laughed.
"Whose and name the hitter," Tom ordered.
"Director Weisz," John huffed.
"The hitter," Gina demanded, "name the hitter."
John smiled and glanced at each person waiting for him to answer. "Frank Donovan."
"Donovan would do that!" Jake exploded.
"What did you do to Frank?" Gina demanded, punching him in the face.
"Made him a better man," John smiled.
"When will the hit take place?" Jake demanded, grabbing John the neck. He didn't want to think of the possibility of his boss doing that. John started to laugh harder at the younger man's frustration. He knew it was time to end it. "Answer me!"
John clenched his teeth and heard a pop. John started to convulse in the chair.
"What the hell?" Jake yelled, letting go of the man.
They watched as John's eyes rolled into the back of his head and white foam pour out of his mouth.
"Don't touch it!" Gina yelled, pulling Jake's hand away.
"It's cyanide." Tom hissed. "Grab all the files. We need to get to Director Weisz ASAP. Gina, you know what to do."
Gina sadly nodded her head and spoke into her radio. "This is Agent Gina Bartolini. I need an APB put out on Agent Frank Donovan with the FBI. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous."
