Chapter 3
When she woke up, she found herself tied to a chair. She cracked her
neck, and looked up. Her head hurt like hell where she had been hit,
but she didn't find herself to be much worse for the wear. Looking at
her surroundings, she concluded she was in a motel room.
*Wow genius, that was quite a plan you had there* Cass taunted her.
"Oh shut up already," she was thoroughly annoyed with Cass at the
moment.
"What did you say?" She found herself staring at the face of who she
was certain was Johnny Depp.
"Umm, nothing, just talking to myself," She mumbled.
He was wearing the same exact outfit that she remembered him wearing
in the movie. He was pacing the small room, and as soon as he saw,
well, sensed she was awake, he was ready to commence full torture and
squeeze every bit of information out of this little prick. He stormed
over to her, and put his face inches from hers. "I will ask you one
more time how you knew my name, and then begin extracting it from you
in a way you will not want to know". He waited for her to begin
talking.
Megan was thoroughly confused. Why would Johnny Depp be doing this?
All those paparazzi must have made him snap or something. She began to
laugh. That must have been the wrong thing to do because she received
a sharp wack on her cheek.
"I don't find this amusing sugarbutt, and I advise you to stop jerking
around." He slowly drew a knife from one of his many hiding places in
his outfit, and ran his fingers across the blade. "You sure you don't
want to tell me?" Megan gasped. He really had cracked. She quickly
tried to think of something to say.
"I'm really sorry for umm, intruding like that Mr. Depp," as soon as
the words were out of her mouth she felt the blade touch her throat.
"I mean, uhh, Mr. Sands, I only, umm," *don't you remember the movie
genius? The kid, use the kid* Cass reminded her. "Yeah, the kid, umm,"
oh crap, she didn't know his name. "The kid who helped you, well umm,
he told me about you." This seemed to satisfy him for a moment, and
the knife was removed from her throat. She sighed in relief.
"Shit, I knew the little fucker wouldn't keep his goddamn mouth shut."
He paced the room. "Well then why do you keep calling me Mr. Deep?"
Those damn paparazzi really got to him, she thought. She cleared her
throat,
"Well, umm, you really look like someone I know, and I must have
mistaken him for you." He eyed her skeptically.
"Really," he said sarcastically. "Fine, I"ll give you ten minutes to
get your butt out of my sight, and then I never want to see you again.
If I do.." he tapped the blade menacingly. Megan suddenly realized she
had nowhere to go.
"Would you mind if I maybe...umm, stayed around for a while?"
"OUT!" He quickly cut her bonds, and grabbed the back of her shirt and
unceremoniously shoved her out the door. Suddenly she grinned to
herself.
"Agent Sands," he stopped in mid stride, "Agent [I]Sheldon[/I] Jeffery
Sands." She was grabbed by the arm and shoved back in the chair.
"What. Did. You. Say." His words were clipped and his voice had gone
cold. She wondered if it had been a good idea to provoke him.
"Agent Sands formerly working for the CIA, tried to steal 20 million
pesos in an OP in Mexico, the plan failed, you were betrayed by
Ajedrez," as soon as the name was out of her mouth, she new it was a
mistake. Everything went black again.
When she woke up, she found herself tied to a chair. She cracked her
neck, and looked up. Her head hurt like hell where she had been hit,
but she didn't find herself to be much worse for the wear. Looking at
her surroundings, she concluded she was in a motel room.
*Wow genius, that was quite a plan you had there* Cass taunted her.
"Oh shut up already," she was thoroughly annoyed with Cass at the
moment.
"What did you say?" She found herself staring at the face of who she
was certain was Johnny Depp.
"Umm, nothing, just talking to myself," She mumbled.
He was wearing the same exact outfit that she remembered him wearing
in the movie. He was pacing the small room, and as soon as he saw,
well, sensed she was awake, he was ready to commence full torture and
squeeze every bit of information out of this little prick. He stormed
over to her, and put his face inches from hers. "I will ask you one
more time how you knew my name, and then begin extracting it from you
in a way you will not want to know". He waited for her to begin
talking.
Megan was thoroughly confused. Why would Johnny Depp be doing this?
All those paparazzi must have made him snap or something. She began to
laugh. That must have been the wrong thing to do because she received
a sharp wack on her cheek.
"I don't find this amusing sugarbutt, and I advise you to stop jerking
around." He slowly drew a knife from one of his many hiding places in
his outfit, and ran his fingers across the blade. "You sure you don't
want to tell me?" Megan gasped. He really had cracked. She quickly
tried to think of something to say.
"I'm really sorry for umm, intruding like that Mr. Depp," as soon as
the words were out of her mouth she felt the blade touch her throat.
"I mean, uhh, Mr. Sands, I only, umm," *don't you remember the movie
genius? The kid, use the kid* Cass reminded her. "Yeah, the kid, umm,"
oh crap, she didn't know his name. "The kid who helped you, well umm,
he told me about you." This seemed to satisfy him for a moment, and
the knife was removed from her throat. She sighed in relief.
"Shit, I knew the little fucker wouldn't keep his goddamn mouth shut."
He paced the room. "Well then why do you keep calling me Mr. Deep?"
Those damn paparazzi really got to him, she thought. She cleared her
throat,
"Well, umm, you really look like someone I know, and I must have
mistaken him for you." He eyed her skeptically.
"Really," he said sarcastically. "Fine, I"ll give you ten minutes to
get your butt out of my sight, and then I never want to see you again.
If I do.." he tapped the blade menacingly. Megan suddenly realized she
had nowhere to go.
"Would you mind if I maybe...umm, stayed around for a while?"
"OUT!" He quickly cut her bonds, and grabbed the back of her shirt and
unceremoniously shoved her out the door. Suddenly she grinned to
herself.
"Agent Sands," he stopped in mid stride, "Agent [I]Sheldon[/I] Jeffery
Sands." She was grabbed by the arm and shoved back in the chair.
"What. Did. You. Say." His words were clipped and his voice had gone
cold. She wondered if it had been a good idea to provoke him.
"Agent Sands formerly working for the CIA, tried to steal 20 million
pesos in an OP in Mexico, the plan failed, you were betrayed by
Ajedrez," as soon as the name was out of her mouth, she new it was a
mistake. Everything went black again.