A/N: Thx to Jess and skyfire for your reviews ;-)
Chapter 11: Captured
Dylan could have bumped her head against the wall for being so blind and stupid. Keep your head down, nobody will recognise you. Stupid girl - Seamus recognised you with the mask and the hotel boy uniform. People tend to recognise you. All ranting did not help much - she was in big trouble. She heard Seamus dirty laughter and a sore look appeared on her face.
A moment she considered attacking Seamus lackey, but even if she would be fast enough to kick the gun from him, she heard footsteps - of more men closing on them. Also she had theoretically the chance to fire a shot at Seamus, which was what she came for. Practically the angel was not able to. No matter how much he deserved it, she was no killer. Maybe at the height of her wrath, but all it brought to her was trouble. There was no one that could help her.
A faint hope that now that Seamus had her, he might not go after Natalie as well, occurred to her, while the gun fell from her hand on the thick carpet beneath her. "Good work, Ian, but then you would not dare to disappoint me again!", Dylan's nightmare addressed the man still aiming at her. The other men, two as Dylan realised now, went passed them and into the living room. Both had automatic rifles. 'That would not have been a pretty end', she sighed. Also the angel had the feeling that a much worse end was yet to come.
"I have to say, the late presents are often the best, secure her would you, Ian?", Seamus asked and then he pushed a button by his side. Dylan was forced down almost immediately by Ian. Then she had to raise her hands above her head and who was she to argue with a guy that had a gun. Kneeling she watched how a beautiful young blond woman entered the room. It was the nurse - no doubt about that, she even wore the uniform.
Disgusted the angel looked aside, while she walked towards him. He told the woman that he wanted to sit up. Curious why he needed her for it, she turned to see him take the effort off raising from the pillow he had been resting on.
The nurse put it in his back and help him as she slowly sat up. Dylan smiled as she saw how tiny his chest looked without the muscles. Of course in the coma they had all faded away and now eight years of prison work-out were gone. "Yeah, smile Helen", he spat at her, "you won't anymore, when I'm through with you! First I get your two friends, then that little kid, your Bosley and everyone else. I enjoy your face, when you have to watch them die slowly - while I recover - then I'm going to deal with you, Helen."
He spat her name out. In an useless attempt Dylan replied: "They don't have anything to do with our conflict …" Then something he said occurred to her. Her two friends? "You had nothing to do with the assault on Alex!", she told him surprised.
Seamus started to laugh. "Oh that's what's behind your visit, someone hurt your friend and you thought it was me? That's beautiful - I feel honoured. Tell me how bad is her condition?"
"Bastard", she yelled and rose in her fury. Ian kicked her in the back, she lay on the carpet breathing. Dylan moaned in pain. Slowly she rose to her knees. The angel knew that was only the start. The Irish mocked her and she had to bring up her hands onto her head. "Why don't you give the lassie a few little ornaments", Seamus suggested and the guy to her left went to a drawer and got a pair of handcuffs. Ian took them and with one hand he closed it around her right wrist - very tightly. Trying to be brave as long as she had the energy, she fought not to show the pain she felt.
She waited for the second cuff to close around her left wrist, but instead she heard Ian grown, accompanied by the noise of steel cutting through flesh. She turned her head, feeling that someone jumped half over her. Ian dropped to the ground blood covering the shirt over his belly. His scarred face a mask of face and disbelief. As the angel turned she saw the Thin Man standing before her. His empty cane sheet in his left hand while a bloody rapier blade was in his right.
The other men fell to the ground and in the corner of her eyes she saw that both their throats had been sliced open. It did not really matter to her. She got on her feet and lowered her arms. Her legs trembled. His eyes were upon her. After a moment he sheathed his weapon and took his cane in his right hand. Dylan watched him approaching her. There was no Seamus, no nurse, no dead bodies. It was only him and her. She felt her heart beating with anxiety.
His hands touched her shoulders, moved down her arms. The angel did not care that he still hold his cane with one. His face came closer to hers and all she was thinking about was him kissing her again. Dylan was about to close her eyes as Seamus voice interrupted this wonderful moment. "Helen, you really become cheap", he called into the room. Dylan's eyes popped wide open and she starred at her rescuer disbelieving.
What Seamus had not seen, that in the same second he opened his mouth, the Thin Man closed the other cuff around Dylan's wrist behind her back. With an unreadable expression on his face he turned and walked towards Seamus unsheathing his rapier once more. The angel realised that he was about to finish him off and while part of her longed for his death, her rational voice told her that it was wrong.
"Don't", she said and followed the pale figure to the bed. Both men looked at her - also the nurse who was pressing herself in terror against the wall behind the bed. Confusion on all their faces. The angel was also confused, but her anger and passion had brought her nothing but trouble today - like always. It was time to rely on her common sense and rational thoughts. Killing a helpless person was wrong.
The Thin Man seemed to feel different for he turned with the raised eyebrow he had given Dylan towards the Irish gangster and stabbed him right through the Adam's apple. The nurse shrieked shortly seeing this and fainted. The angel stepped back, realising that even if it was him, somehow she stopped doubting that, he was still a dangerous assassin. She was in no position to deal with him and wished desperately that Nat would be by her side.
He was here and he was closing on her, so Dylan decided to ask him, also she had little hope for an answer. "How is it possible? I saw you in the morgue, I was at your funeral", she broke off as she saw the sad look at his face. "It is you really you, isn't it?" The angel almost cried asking this and seeing him nod. 'Don't be weak now, think, Dylan, think', she told herself. It was not easy, there was so much she felt and yet knew for sure.
It made it hard to find a straight logic train of thoughts. She believed he was on the same case, just on the other side. Yet he had helped her, but he also chained her up. What did that meant? The angel pointed with her chin to her back. "Why?", she asked and looked at the Thin Man, his cane dangling almost harmless on his arm. Was she now better up than a few minutes before, she liked so believe so, but seeing the blood covering the pillow under Seamus, gave her little Goosebumps.
He did not made any gesture that indicated that he made even the effort to explain. Instead he took her arm and pulled her along. Dylan struggled laying her weight on both feet trying to stand her ground. "No, I'm not going with you!", she told him firmly. The Thin Man looked at her and his eyes made Dylan believe that he was not all to happy with the situation either. She had no time to study what was hidden in the depth of his eyes.
All of the sudden he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her on his left shoulder. Now she had a clear sight at the backside of the Thin Man. It did not escape her though, that he was trying to kidnap her. Also in a way she found the idea somewhat fascinating, there was an assignment she was on and he obviously was taking her out of his way. 'Get a grip on yourself', she told her, but she was surprised about the ease he carried her out of the room.
On the one hand she was so upset that he killed Seamus, cuffed her and did not even kissed her, on the other hand the angel realised that if he wanted to kill her, he probably had done so. Did that meant he liked her? Why did she still hoped he was? Regardless what her feelings were, she could not allow this. The angel could not allow "her" assassin to harm Dr. Crushner, which was no doubt his assignment. Dylan struggled violently, but he hold her down with just one arm and walked on.
Still she did not stop her efforts and ultimately she was set or better lain down on a sofa in another room. Her head rested on the pillow and he pinned her with all his weight down. The angel looked at him, a strain of hair was tickling her nose, but he gently removed it.
Very ungently he ripped it from her head. He brought it up to his nose, closing his eyes inhaling. It was like a man that found water after travelling for days through a desert.
Dylan just had to watch, she might have used this moment of distraction to free herself, but seeing this brought back memories from the roof. She halfway expected him to scream, but as he saw her he laid his cane on the ground and brought a small silver bottle from his inner jacket out. He unscrewed it with agile movements of his fingers and then removed his handkerchief. Dylan tried to free herself as she realised that it must be some sort of anaesthetic.
With her hands cuffed on her back and him perfectly nailing her down, she could only struggle a little and watch the cloth getting soaked with the liquid from his bottle. Then he moved it to his right hand, that was barely moveable because his right arm lay on her stomach and his hips on hers. The left hand brought he white linen closer to her face and she smelled the clinic stench inches before. She tried to turn her head, but there was no escape. She breathed in the vapour and began to feel dizzier with each draft. There was a time, when she had a smart answer for anything, but that seemed to have left her. With this last thought she dropped into blackness.
Waking up the first thing that came to her mind was a closing door. She blinked and realised she had only a mild headache. The light was soft and the handcuffs gone. The room Dylan found her self in had no windows, where they had been once old brick-stones with cement blocked the sight. Still it was very orderly - especially in comparison with her apartment. The furniture was Spartan, although the bed she lay on was quite comfortable. The only thing that bothered her was the small piece of metal in her rear pocket.
'Great', she had a round of spare ammunition, but no weapon and her cell was also gone. On the desk nearby stood a glass and a bottle of cold water. 'Wow room-service!', she thought rising up. If that was the Thin Mans idea of a peace offering she really had to set a few things straight. She drunk a few sips right from the bottle and as she felt it running down her dry throat she got up. The door was locked - of course, it would have been to easy. The wardrobe and the cupboard were empty. The search was completed fast, because there was not much to search through.
Dylan did not even had anything that was made for breaking through the door. The room was just perfect for a kidnapping. She was not worried much for herself, but now Dr. Crushner chances were diminished by far. Aurelie would have no chance against the Thin Man. At least Seamus was out of the game and Natalie was save. The angel wondered what would happen if Nat was to cross his way trying to protect their client?
Suddenly she remembered, that Seamus had nothing to do with the assassination attempt. If he had, he would have bragged about it loud and proudly. So who else could have been responsible for it? "No", she said loud and got up. Not him, she could not believe he would do it. It was not his way. She felt her breath and heart beat speeding up. Dylan could not stand the thought that he might have done this.
'Easy, Dylan, he prefers the cane', she told herself over and over again. She had to find out who had done it. Dr. Sattler herself, another of her lackeys, or was it Seamus, did he lied for some reason? She wished she knew how Alex was, the thought that she might have died, that the operation did not went well.
It was all her fault, hadn't she rushed on without thinking, she could have been at Alex's side this very moment. Nat must be terribly worried. The red head sat on the bed and rubbed her forehead. What had she been thinking, her friends needed her and had been running again. What had she found out? That she was somehow willing to believe that The Thin Man - Anthony - had returned from the dead.
But could there be someone that moved, fought and felt like him. The angel doubted it and if there was someone to return from the dead, she found it not so unbelieving that it would be him.
Chapter 11: Captured
Dylan could have bumped her head against the wall for being so blind and stupid. Keep your head down, nobody will recognise you. Stupid girl - Seamus recognised you with the mask and the hotel boy uniform. People tend to recognise you. All ranting did not help much - she was in big trouble. She heard Seamus dirty laughter and a sore look appeared on her face.
A moment she considered attacking Seamus lackey, but even if she would be fast enough to kick the gun from him, she heard footsteps - of more men closing on them. Also she had theoretically the chance to fire a shot at Seamus, which was what she came for. Practically the angel was not able to. No matter how much he deserved it, she was no killer. Maybe at the height of her wrath, but all it brought to her was trouble. There was no one that could help her.
A faint hope that now that Seamus had her, he might not go after Natalie as well, occurred to her, while the gun fell from her hand on the thick carpet beneath her. "Good work, Ian, but then you would not dare to disappoint me again!", Dylan's nightmare addressed the man still aiming at her. The other men, two as Dylan realised now, went passed them and into the living room. Both had automatic rifles. 'That would not have been a pretty end', she sighed. Also the angel had the feeling that a much worse end was yet to come.
"I have to say, the late presents are often the best, secure her would you, Ian?", Seamus asked and then he pushed a button by his side. Dylan was forced down almost immediately by Ian. Then she had to raise her hands above her head and who was she to argue with a guy that had a gun. Kneeling she watched how a beautiful young blond woman entered the room. It was the nurse - no doubt about that, she even wore the uniform.
Disgusted the angel looked aside, while she walked towards him. He told the woman that he wanted to sit up. Curious why he needed her for it, she turned to see him take the effort off raising from the pillow he had been resting on.
The nurse put it in his back and help him as she slowly sat up. Dylan smiled as she saw how tiny his chest looked without the muscles. Of course in the coma they had all faded away and now eight years of prison work-out were gone. "Yeah, smile Helen", he spat at her, "you won't anymore, when I'm through with you! First I get your two friends, then that little kid, your Bosley and everyone else. I enjoy your face, when you have to watch them die slowly - while I recover - then I'm going to deal with you, Helen."
He spat her name out. In an useless attempt Dylan replied: "They don't have anything to do with our conflict …" Then something he said occurred to her. Her two friends? "You had nothing to do with the assault on Alex!", she told him surprised.
Seamus started to laugh. "Oh that's what's behind your visit, someone hurt your friend and you thought it was me? That's beautiful - I feel honoured. Tell me how bad is her condition?"
"Bastard", she yelled and rose in her fury. Ian kicked her in the back, she lay on the carpet breathing. Dylan moaned in pain. Slowly she rose to her knees. The angel knew that was only the start. The Irish mocked her and she had to bring up her hands onto her head. "Why don't you give the lassie a few little ornaments", Seamus suggested and the guy to her left went to a drawer and got a pair of handcuffs. Ian took them and with one hand he closed it around her right wrist - very tightly. Trying to be brave as long as she had the energy, she fought not to show the pain she felt.
She waited for the second cuff to close around her left wrist, but instead she heard Ian grown, accompanied by the noise of steel cutting through flesh. She turned her head, feeling that someone jumped half over her. Ian dropped to the ground blood covering the shirt over his belly. His scarred face a mask of face and disbelief. As the angel turned she saw the Thin Man standing before her. His empty cane sheet in his left hand while a bloody rapier blade was in his right.
The other men fell to the ground and in the corner of her eyes she saw that both their throats had been sliced open. It did not really matter to her. She got on her feet and lowered her arms. Her legs trembled. His eyes were upon her. After a moment he sheathed his weapon and took his cane in his right hand. Dylan watched him approaching her. There was no Seamus, no nurse, no dead bodies. It was only him and her. She felt her heart beating with anxiety.
His hands touched her shoulders, moved down her arms. The angel did not care that he still hold his cane with one. His face came closer to hers and all she was thinking about was him kissing her again. Dylan was about to close her eyes as Seamus voice interrupted this wonderful moment. "Helen, you really become cheap", he called into the room. Dylan's eyes popped wide open and she starred at her rescuer disbelieving.
What Seamus had not seen, that in the same second he opened his mouth, the Thin Man closed the other cuff around Dylan's wrist behind her back. With an unreadable expression on his face he turned and walked towards Seamus unsheathing his rapier once more. The angel realised that he was about to finish him off and while part of her longed for his death, her rational voice told her that it was wrong.
"Don't", she said and followed the pale figure to the bed. Both men looked at her - also the nurse who was pressing herself in terror against the wall behind the bed. Confusion on all their faces. The angel was also confused, but her anger and passion had brought her nothing but trouble today - like always. It was time to rely on her common sense and rational thoughts. Killing a helpless person was wrong.
The Thin Man seemed to feel different for he turned with the raised eyebrow he had given Dylan towards the Irish gangster and stabbed him right through the Adam's apple. The nurse shrieked shortly seeing this and fainted. The angel stepped back, realising that even if it was him, somehow she stopped doubting that, he was still a dangerous assassin. She was in no position to deal with him and wished desperately that Nat would be by her side.
He was here and he was closing on her, so Dylan decided to ask him, also she had little hope for an answer. "How is it possible? I saw you in the morgue, I was at your funeral", she broke off as she saw the sad look at his face. "It is you really you, isn't it?" The angel almost cried asking this and seeing him nod. 'Don't be weak now, think, Dylan, think', she told herself. It was not easy, there was so much she felt and yet knew for sure.
It made it hard to find a straight logic train of thoughts. She believed he was on the same case, just on the other side. Yet he had helped her, but he also chained her up. What did that meant? The angel pointed with her chin to her back. "Why?", she asked and looked at the Thin Man, his cane dangling almost harmless on his arm. Was she now better up than a few minutes before, she liked so believe so, but seeing the blood covering the pillow under Seamus, gave her little Goosebumps.
He did not made any gesture that indicated that he made even the effort to explain. Instead he took her arm and pulled her along. Dylan struggled laying her weight on both feet trying to stand her ground. "No, I'm not going with you!", she told him firmly. The Thin Man looked at her and his eyes made Dylan believe that he was not all to happy with the situation either. She had no time to study what was hidden in the depth of his eyes.
All of the sudden he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her on his left shoulder. Now she had a clear sight at the backside of the Thin Man. It did not escape her though, that he was trying to kidnap her. Also in a way she found the idea somewhat fascinating, there was an assignment she was on and he obviously was taking her out of his way. 'Get a grip on yourself', she told her, but she was surprised about the ease he carried her out of the room.
On the one hand she was so upset that he killed Seamus, cuffed her and did not even kissed her, on the other hand the angel realised that if he wanted to kill her, he probably had done so. Did that meant he liked her? Why did she still hoped he was? Regardless what her feelings were, she could not allow this. The angel could not allow "her" assassin to harm Dr. Crushner, which was no doubt his assignment. Dylan struggled violently, but he hold her down with just one arm and walked on.
Still she did not stop her efforts and ultimately she was set or better lain down on a sofa in another room. Her head rested on the pillow and he pinned her with all his weight down. The angel looked at him, a strain of hair was tickling her nose, but he gently removed it.
Very ungently he ripped it from her head. He brought it up to his nose, closing his eyes inhaling. It was like a man that found water after travelling for days through a desert.
Dylan just had to watch, she might have used this moment of distraction to free herself, but seeing this brought back memories from the roof. She halfway expected him to scream, but as he saw her he laid his cane on the ground and brought a small silver bottle from his inner jacket out. He unscrewed it with agile movements of his fingers and then removed his handkerchief. Dylan tried to free herself as she realised that it must be some sort of anaesthetic.
With her hands cuffed on her back and him perfectly nailing her down, she could only struggle a little and watch the cloth getting soaked with the liquid from his bottle. Then he moved it to his right hand, that was barely moveable because his right arm lay on her stomach and his hips on hers. The left hand brought he white linen closer to her face and she smelled the clinic stench inches before. She tried to turn her head, but there was no escape. She breathed in the vapour and began to feel dizzier with each draft. There was a time, when she had a smart answer for anything, but that seemed to have left her. With this last thought she dropped into blackness.
Waking up the first thing that came to her mind was a closing door. She blinked and realised she had only a mild headache. The light was soft and the handcuffs gone. The room Dylan found her self in had no windows, where they had been once old brick-stones with cement blocked the sight. Still it was very orderly - especially in comparison with her apartment. The furniture was Spartan, although the bed she lay on was quite comfortable. The only thing that bothered her was the small piece of metal in her rear pocket.
'Great', she had a round of spare ammunition, but no weapon and her cell was also gone. On the desk nearby stood a glass and a bottle of cold water. 'Wow room-service!', she thought rising up. If that was the Thin Mans idea of a peace offering she really had to set a few things straight. She drunk a few sips right from the bottle and as she felt it running down her dry throat she got up. The door was locked - of course, it would have been to easy. The wardrobe and the cupboard were empty. The search was completed fast, because there was not much to search through.
Dylan did not even had anything that was made for breaking through the door. The room was just perfect for a kidnapping. She was not worried much for herself, but now Dr. Crushner chances were diminished by far. Aurelie would have no chance against the Thin Man. At least Seamus was out of the game and Natalie was save. The angel wondered what would happen if Nat was to cross his way trying to protect their client?
Suddenly she remembered, that Seamus had nothing to do with the assassination attempt. If he had, he would have bragged about it loud and proudly. So who else could have been responsible for it? "No", she said loud and got up. Not him, she could not believe he would do it. It was not his way. She felt her breath and heart beat speeding up. Dylan could not stand the thought that he might have done this.
'Easy, Dylan, he prefers the cane', she told herself over and over again. She had to find out who had done it. Dr. Sattler herself, another of her lackeys, or was it Seamus, did he lied for some reason? She wished she knew how Alex was, the thought that she might have died, that the operation did not went well.
It was all her fault, hadn't she rushed on without thinking, she could have been at Alex's side this very moment. Nat must be terribly worried. The red head sat on the bed and rubbed her forehead. What had she been thinking, her friends needed her and had been running again. What had she found out? That she was somehow willing to believe that The Thin Man - Anthony - had returned from the dead.
But could there be someone that moved, fought and felt like him. The angel doubted it and if there was someone to return from the dead, she found it not so unbelieving that it would be him.
