AN: I forgot to mention in the first chapter that this story was a request
from Siren. Thanks for all the great reviews.
Alicia Jo: Yes, FF.net is the only place I have posted this story.
Distribution: Please ask.
I could almost see her heart break. Her face fell as I spoke those fateful words, but only briefly. She, once again, put up her stone facade.
"Irina Derevko,"she said. "It surprises me that you don't already know who I am. You're employer has clearly not trained you well." She avoided eye contact and spoke nonchalantly, as if her hopes didn't just fall into oblivion.
The name sounded very familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. It sounded so...common. Almost as if I spoke of it everyday. Then it hit me.
"I know who you are."
Irina's head popped up and she studied at me with a hopeful smile.
"You're former KGB, right? The whole spy world knows who you are."
Once again, her face fell, but this time she didn't hide it. She sullenly exited the room, leaving me to my escape plan.
As I was trying to think of a feasible plan, my mind kept drifting to Irina Derevko. The different emotions she had conveyed in my presence were very uncharacteristic coming from a spy like her. She looked at me like she...loved me. Not only was that odd, but also impossible. She didn't even know me. From what I had heard about her, Irina Derevko loves one person and one person only, Irina Derevko.
A soft, stifled voice shook me out of my thoughts. I moved to where the sound was coming from and listened intently. Irina was on the phone talking to- I couldn't tell who. I could only make out one sentence.
"Commence with the extraction." Then "click." Conversation over. I dragged the chair back to it's original position and attempted to guess what the phone call could've meant.
Who was she going to extract? Why was she going to extract them? Who was she talking to? Thousands of thoughts were flying through my head, causing my headache to mildly return.
The door boomed open and heavy combat boots unceremoniously marched in, but I didn't flinch. One tends to expect such things when they are held captive by a mysterious super-spy. The men cuffed my hands and legs and marched me out of the room. Resisting against so many trained men was pointless, so I decided to go along with it.
They shoved me into a black van, blindfolded me, and drove off to an "undisclosed location," as one of the men put it. Procedure, of course. They couldn't very well let the prisoner have the coordinates of their next hide out, that would be catastrophic.
About an hour or so later we arrived. I was led to yet another room with a steel chair to which I was cuffed. Irina walked in with an arrogant stride and, once again, sat across from me.
"Where am I?" I asked.
She smiled evilly. "Why do you ask questions you know I won't answer?"
More cryptic answers. Fabulous. I made sure she saw me roll my eyes. This whole being captured thing was starting to get old real fast.
"What were you looking for?"
"Nothing. I was doing reconnaissance," I lied.
But she saw right through me. "The Covenant wouldn't have an agent like you doing reconnaissance."
One word stood out in her response. "How did you know I was Covenant?"
She put on an overconfident smile. "I didn't."
Damn her. I, Julia Thorne, do not slip up like that. But with her, it was different somehow. She could disarm me with her deep, powerful eyes. I felt naked and exposed, like all my cards were already on the table. I almost felt helpless against her. Almost. After all, I was still Julia Thorne, spy extraordinare.
"What do you want with me?"
"All will be revealed in time," was her inscrutable answer.
She left me alone in the small, empty room. I had to get out there. I felt way to helpless and sitting here, not even trying to escape was not getting me anywhere. I felt like a rat in a cage, waiting for his master to let him out. I tugged the cuffs wildly, but it was to no avail. The chair was way too strong to simply force myself out.
I studied the room, careful not to miss a single detail. There was a metal table with sharp legs on the other side of the room. If the legs were sharp enough, I would be able to cut the chains and escape. The trick was to walk to the table with a chair attached to my limbs and cut the chains while making minimal noise. A nearly impossible task that had to be completed.
I took a deep, calming breath and pushed my weight toward the table. This method was successful, but only for a time. When I was about to take my third hop, the chair fell over and I was left on my side. Just then, the door opened and heavy booted feet clunked inside.
The man unchained me and dragged me into the...living room? He through me onto the beautiful, white couch.
"Irina will be with you shortly," he said in his deep, Russian-accented voice. "Oh, and don't even think of escaping, this is a heavily guarded facility."
The room was stunningly casual. It was elegant, but still appropriate for everyday use. There were two large white couches on either side of a glass topped coffee table. A chandelier-shaped plant was hanging above the coffee table. Green vines with tiny red flowers on them were hanging off the edge of the planter, adorning it in the perfect way. The dark hardwood floor added an edgy contrast to the whiteness of the room.
As attractive as the room was, there was an underlying eeriness I could not place. I felt restless and could not help but squirm uncomfortably in my comfortable seat. I had a feeling that things were not as they seemed.
Suddenly I heard voices headed this way; one was Irina's the other belonged to someone I had not yet met, a British man. The voices grew increasingly louder as they approached. My mind was racing, my heartbeat quickened. The guards were standing outside both entrances, ruining an chance of escape. The door opened and waited for the pair to walk through the door.
As the door opened, the tall, handsome, blond man looked at me and abruptly stopped speaking. His clear, blue eyes went wide with shock and astonishment. He spoke in a crisp, British accent.
"You're dead."
So what did you think? Please review, no flames.
Alicia Jo: Yes, FF.net is the only place I have posted this story.
Distribution: Please ask.
I could almost see her heart break. Her face fell as I spoke those fateful words, but only briefly. She, once again, put up her stone facade.
"Irina Derevko,"she said. "It surprises me that you don't already know who I am. You're employer has clearly not trained you well." She avoided eye contact and spoke nonchalantly, as if her hopes didn't just fall into oblivion.
The name sounded very familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. It sounded so...common. Almost as if I spoke of it everyday. Then it hit me.
"I know who you are."
Irina's head popped up and she studied at me with a hopeful smile.
"You're former KGB, right? The whole spy world knows who you are."
Once again, her face fell, but this time she didn't hide it. She sullenly exited the room, leaving me to my escape plan.
As I was trying to think of a feasible plan, my mind kept drifting to Irina Derevko. The different emotions she had conveyed in my presence were very uncharacteristic coming from a spy like her. She looked at me like she...loved me. Not only was that odd, but also impossible. She didn't even know me. From what I had heard about her, Irina Derevko loves one person and one person only, Irina Derevko.
A soft, stifled voice shook me out of my thoughts. I moved to where the sound was coming from and listened intently. Irina was on the phone talking to- I couldn't tell who. I could only make out one sentence.
"Commence with the extraction." Then "click." Conversation over. I dragged the chair back to it's original position and attempted to guess what the phone call could've meant.
Who was she going to extract? Why was she going to extract them? Who was she talking to? Thousands of thoughts were flying through my head, causing my headache to mildly return.
The door boomed open and heavy combat boots unceremoniously marched in, but I didn't flinch. One tends to expect such things when they are held captive by a mysterious super-spy. The men cuffed my hands and legs and marched me out of the room. Resisting against so many trained men was pointless, so I decided to go along with it.
They shoved me into a black van, blindfolded me, and drove off to an "undisclosed location," as one of the men put it. Procedure, of course. They couldn't very well let the prisoner have the coordinates of their next hide out, that would be catastrophic.
About an hour or so later we arrived. I was led to yet another room with a steel chair to which I was cuffed. Irina walked in with an arrogant stride and, once again, sat across from me.
"Where am I?" I asked.
She smiled evilly. "Why do you ask questions you know I won't answer?"
More cryptic answers. Fabulous. I made sure she saw me roll my eyes. This whole being captured thing was starting to get old real fast.
"What were you looking for?"
"Nothing. I was doing reconnaissance," I lied.
But she saw right through me. "The Covenant wouldn't have an agent like you doing reconnaissance."
One word stood out in her response. "How did you know I was Covenant?"
She put on an overconfident smile. "I didn't."
Damn her. I, Julia Thorne, do not slip up like that. But with her, it was different somehow. She could disarm me with her deep, powerful eyes. I felt naked and exposed, like all my cards were already on the table. I almost felt helpless against her. Almost. After all, I was still Julia Thorne, spy extraordinare.
"What do you want with me?"
"All will be revealed in time," was her inscrutable answer.
She left me alone in the small, empty room. I had to get out there. I felt way to helpless and sitting here, not even trying to escape was not getting me anywhere. I felt like a rat in a cage, waiting for his master to let him out. I tugged the cuffs wildly, but it was to no avail. The chair was way too strong to simply force myself out.
I studied the room, careful not to miss a single detail. There was a metal table with sharp legs on the other side of the room. If the legs were sharp enough, I would be able to cut the chains and escape. The trick was to walk to the table with a chair attached to my limbs and cut the chains while making minimal noise. A nearly impossible task that had to be completed.
I took a deep, calming breath and pushed my weight toward the table. This method was successful, but only for a time. When I was about to take my third hop, the chair fell over and I was left on my side. Just then, the door opened and heavy booted feet clunked inside.
The man unchained me and dragged me into the...living room? He through me onto the beautiful, white couch.
"Irina will be with you shortly," he said in his deep, Russian-accented voice. "Oh, and don't even think of escaping, this is a heavily guarded facility."
The room was stunningly casual. It was elegant, but still appropriate for everyday use. There were two large white couches on either side of a glass topped coffee table. A chandelier-shaped plant was hanging above the coffee table. Green vines with tiny red flowers on them were hanging off the edge of the planter, adorning it in the perfect way. The dark hardwood floor added an edgy contrast to the whiteness of the room.
As attractive as the room was, there was an underlying eeriness I could not place. I felt restless and could not help but squirm uncomfortably in my comfortable seat. I had a feeling that things were not as they seemed.
Suddenly I heard voices headed this way; one was Irina's the other belonged to someone I had not yet met, a British man. The voices grew increasingly louder as they approached. My mind was racing, my heartbeat quickened. The guards were standing outside both entrances, ruining an chance of escape. The door opened and waited for the pair to walk through the door.
As the door opened, the tall, handsome, blond man looked at me and abruptly stopped speaking. His clear, blue eyes went wide with shock and astonishment. He spoke in a crisp, British accent.
"You're dead."
So what did you think? Please review, no flames.