Title: Escape
Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Notes: Enjoy people and Read and review, I hope you al had a great Christmas! I did! Yes, another one, I'm a bit stuck with the other two, so I figured do something else. This started with a song, I won't name it, but then I figured I should make it into a proper fic, so now I want reviews if you want more.
Author: If you hadn't guessed, it's me, Aeria, Aeryn, Doona, depending where you know me from. Um, if you haven't read my other two, go read them: Wish List and True Lies. I live off reviews and promise more soon if I get them. I realise this is simular to True Lies, but it won't be really, cause it is different. Oh and no prizes for guessing which song first got me started cause it is obvious.
Chapter Two
Taking all of them out was a cinch; the pair of us know each other too well. We continue to run down the halls and out into the open, the sun burning my eyes only for an instant, the midday sun beaming down. Quickly, I feel Jack's hand drop from mine and follow him silently around a corner and down the street. We walk briskly, both with heads down as a few cars speed past us, possibly on their way to the cell, the word of the break out having spread.
I have to chuckle at the entire set up, I had never imagined that Jack would be the one to help me break out, but he was and now I am free. He turns in front of me, heading around the back of a house. He opens the gates and picks the lock on the back door in seconds. A man with quick hands, the thought whirls at me, too quick for me to stop it, I grin.
He walks in and I brush past him, trying not to touch him. "Where is this?" I ask, trying to get some piece of information out of him.
He locks the door and checks that all the curtains are drawn. "The house is just any house but I made sure that the family wasn't going to be here." I look at him questioningly. "They're in Thailand." He walks into the kitchen and pulls a suitcase out from under the bench. Inside it, double lining, full of wires to fool any device used to check for illegal objects, such as the guns, CIA edition gadgets or explosives with in, so that they aren't found. He pauses for a while, waiting for me to follow him in before stating with defiance. "As soon as we're back, I want you to go back to that cell." It is wishful thinking but I am not sure of what I will do when we get back.
I change the subject. "The code, it was difficult."
He nods at me, wonder rising on his features, "I'm surprised you understood it."
I have to grin, he hadn't really thought that I would get it cracked. "Two number assignment changes, backwards and one rotation to the right. It wasn't that hard," I lie with ease, leaning against the table, acutely aware of how much I let slip. "'I'm going to break you out, be ready at midday to run.' Very poetic." I grin, seductively, enjoying playing with his mind, my composure as good as if he were just another victim, but inside, I know it's different.
"It did the job," he states simply, continuing to check the case over, looking at it from all angles, double checking the wiring, fiddling at it with his fingers.
"I don't exactly understand why you broke me out," I ask, teasing him with my accent. I look at him questioningly.
"Because, Cuvee has Sydney and Vaughn," I raise an eyebrow looking for more details. "They were captured while on a simple reconnaissance mission in Russia and I am inclined to suspect that Sark, with or without your blessing, is trying to play in all parks, CIA, SD-6, Cuvee, everyone. Devlin won't let me touch it for political reasons and due to the fact that they still have no idea where she is being held." Jack lets his voice trail off as he waits, hopeful that I know where we should be headed.
The sudden realisation of how serious this is hits me in the stomach and my forehead creases. I look at him, trying to work out why he is so trusting so suddenly. "Tubau, in Malaysia. Cuvee has a factory there where he would interrogate people he captured." I give in easily, knowing that I have very little chance of rescuing Sydney by myself. "Sark isn't involved," I add as an after thought.
Jack shakes his head and asks me with an edge of apprehension to his voice. "How can you be so sure? Unless he truly is still working for you, in which case, you've been lying to us since you got here." I shake my head and look down, wondering just how to deal with this.
"Trust me," the words slip out of my mouth and I watch as they slip, like a sharp blade straight through Jack's heart. "Look," I start again, my voice now normal, my incentive to rescue Sydney now my top priority; I know what Cuvee can do. "I can tell you right now that Sark isn't a threat."
Jack eyes me carefully, his full attention on me as he tries to see what I am thinking. He doesn't succeed. "I have no choice but to listen to you." He turns back and looks at his watch. "There's a flight to Malaysia in an hour, we leave in five minutes. Go and get changed."
The fact that he'll let me out of his sight is good, but I can't help but wonder how much of this decision is simply because he wants to trust me and how much is because he can't stand seeing me strip. I grin a little, in spite of myself.
"I need to make a call." I tell him, my voice defiant and like a five year old on Christmas Eve wanting to stay up late.
He laughs, mocking me with his humour. I shake my head a little. "You're not making a call. And anyway, who would you call?" I shrug. "Right, you won't even tell me who it is you are going to call."
I look at him, holding my head high; "If you don't giving me a phone, I will use the house one. If you won't let me do that, I simply won't tell you where this factory is." I watch him carefully noting the quick slip of the mask and the fear for his daughter that is revealed. For a second I feel sorry for him, I am notorious for my use of blackmail but against Jack, I haven't done it once.
He pulls a phone from a pocket. "Only forty seconds, worst case, CIA will only trace it down to a forty kilometre radius and we'll be fine." I nod and take it from his outstretched hand, the limb recoiling as soon as I have a hold of the gadget.
Turning I go to leave, I hear him open his mouth doubtlessly about to protest about me making the call in another room, but then he shuts it and realises that I am in total control, it is up to me what, when and where we do things.
Two minutes later I emerge to find Jack in jeans and a black shirt, I've made my call and I am, by now, wearing a crisp blue summer dress. He stares at me for a moment before leading my out to a car parked out the front of next door. He gets in to drive and I hoist myself up into the passenger side seat of the green four wheel drive.
Glancing again at his watch, Jack steps on the accelerator and we speed off at a speed I would have only expected from a few people, among them, Sark and Cuvee. The streets are busy with the lunch break, cars are bumper to bumper in some places, but Jack can seemingly dodge all of them, riding up onto the pavement and whizzing down back roads until we arrive at the airport.
Once there he doesn't park, just stopping, much to the disgust of people behind us. Looking at me we run through the airport, ducking and weaving through the people, his hand once again wrapped around mine. Running harder and still with the case, he looks at his watch, whispering as we move he says, "The plane leaves in five minutes, we have to time this right." I'm not sure what he means, but I continue to run, keep the pace and moving alongside him as we race the clock.
It would be fun if it weren't to save our daughter. Eventually he turns left abruptly and through three sets of doors, one marked with big letters, 'Personal Only', security yelling from behind us as we run out onto the tarmac. He lets go of my hand and looks around. Glancing up to where he's looking, I see a plane parked in Gate 47. He dumps the case on the ground, knowing that someone will find it and deliver it to Malaysia. I have no idea what he plans on doing but when I see him heading for the huge set of wheels, I suddenly realise. Seeing the turbines turning rapidly in preparation for the flight, I realise how little time we have.
The plane's base is a good four meters above the ground and immediately I begin to climb up the wheel. He stops above me, reaching out and picking at the lock that will, I hope, open up into the interior. It's exciting but as I watch him working quickly and silently, his mind concentrating solely on the job at hand I come to the realisation that if we don't move soon the wheels might begin to turn.
Just as I am about to start to tell him of the slight problem, the hatch pops open and he scrambles inside, at this point I feel the wheels turning, faster than I expect, with me still positioned on them. Glancing up in horror I throw both arms at him, hoping to god he catches me because if he doesn't I'm going to end up on the ground. The thrust I put behind my up- thrown arms carries me up and then I start to fall, I would scream in frustration if I could and it is now that I feel strong hands grabbing at me with a force that will leave bruises.
Scrambling up his arm, he hoists me in and drops me unceremoniously on the ground, the fast paced rescue taking much of his energy. Looking around, I find myself in a room, not large enough to be of any use and cluttered with spanners and tools all tied down for the trip. Jack grabs me again and pulls me up, heading towards a wall, he pulls a panel off and I find myself facing the luggage compartment.
We touch down at the Belaga airport and carefully wait until Jack is sure there is no one above, he quickly pulls the panel off and we climb out into the normal area where everyone is now mulling in front of us, eager to get off the plane.
I have to look at him, stunned that he managed to pull this whole thing off so well, I hadn't imagined we would get away with it, but it appears we have. Customs is simple; a gang of young boys getting all the attention, our new cloths and redone hair making us appear just as any other tourist. We get out and a man rushes through the crowd yelling out Jack's alias. Our case has arrived, it caught a plane that stopped over here just moments after ours landed and they have it in customs.
Or course we are careful, fearing it is a trap, but it isn't, we get our case and go outside. We rent a car under a false name, a simple four wheel drive, just in case we end up having to go cross country.
Jack lets me drive when I reason with him that I know the area better. He apparently has never had to commandeer any part of Malaysia. We drive in silence until we hit the city of Tubau, the city where, right now my daughter and her handler are being held captive. Knowing Cuvee, I'm sure he won't lay a finger on them until Monday as he takes his weekends too seriously. I explain this to Jack, he isn't sure but concedes as he realises I can't be argued with.
I drive us to a three star hotel on the outskirts and park, Jack looks at me and I can feel his questions, but I ignore him.
I check us in, speaking English to the receptionist and getting a room with two beds on the pretence that we are siblings. I hope that this is what he wants. We make our way up to the room, a second floor, cheep little area with beds for less than everywhere else.
Settling in I sense Jack's unease, but I don't comment, instead, opening the suitcase and looking through the contents. I load all of the guns and check that they are clean and in good repair, hardly necessary, but something to do. The first aid kit is full and the explosives all high tech and top of the range. At least they are the best that can be purchased by anyone legally.
I look at my watch; we landed here just after four in the afternoon and it is just ticking over nine past six. I stand, moving, discreetly to the door, keeping an eye on Jack as he looks out the window at the city, he hasn't noticed me.
My watch ticks dead on ten minutes past six and I look up as a nock at the door rings out in the room. Looking at Jack I find he already has a gun in hand. Shaking my head as I peer through the peep hole, he puts in down and shuts the suitcase, locking it and quickly moving it to the bathroom. He returns and I unlock the door, a voice greets me, "Room Service," and I grin at the irony.
I stand back and the young man walks in with a silver tray in his hand. Quickly I shut the door locking it and turn back. Jack is looking at both me and the apparent room service guy. His mind ticking over as he realises that you don't lock a room service guy in your room, that the hotel doesn't have room service and that the room service man looks very much like... "Sark," he whispers, somewhat shocked that I've betrayed him.
Sark looks up from beneath his new brown hair and grins at me, I grin back and would hug him were it not for the fact that Jack is looking towards the bathroom with the corner of his eyes. He must be wondering how he could have been so stupid to trust me.
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Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Notes: Enjoy people and Read and review, I hope you al had a great Christmas! I did! Yes, another one, I'm a bit stuck with the other two, so I figured do something else. This started with a song, I won't name it, but then I figured I should make it into a proper fic, so now I want reviews if you want more.
Author: If you hadn't guessed, it's me, Aeria, Aeryn, Doona, depending where you know me from. Um, if you haven't read my other two, go read them: Wish List and True Lies. I live off reviews and promise more soon if I get them. I realise this is simular to True Lies, but it won't be really, cause it is different. Oh and no prizes for guessing which song first got me started cause it is obvious.
Chapter Two
Taking all of them out was a cinch; the pair of us know each other too well. We continue to run down the halls and out into the open, the sun burning my eyes only for an instant, the midday sun beaming down. Quickly, I feel Jack's hand drop from mine and follow him silently around a corner and down the street. We walk briskly, both with heads down as a few cars speed past us, possibly on their way to the cell, the word of the break out having spread.
I have to chuckle at the entire set up, I had never imagined that Jack would be the one to help me break out, but he was and now I am free. He turns in front of me, heading around the back of a house. He opens the gates and picks the lock on the back door in seconds. A man with quick hands, the thought whirls at me, too quick for me to stop it, I grin.
He walks in and I brush past him, trying not to touch him. "Where is this?" I ask, trying to get some piece of information out of him.
He locks the door and checks that all the curtains are drawn. "The house is just any house but I made sure that the family wasn't going to be here." I look at him questioningly. "They're in Thailand." He walks into the kitchen and pulls a suitcase out from under the bench. Inside it, double lining, full of wires to fool any device used to check for illegal objects, such as the guns, CIA edition gadgets or explosives with in, so that they aren't found. He pauses for a while, waiting for me to follow him in before stating with defiance. "As soon as we're back, I want you to go back to that cell." It is wishful thinking but I am not sure of what I will do when we get back.
I change the subject. "The code, it was difficult."
He nods at me, wonder rising on his features, "I'm surprised you understood it."
I have to grin, he hadn't really thought that I would get it cracked. "Two number assignment changes, backwards and one rotation to the right. It wasn't that hard," I lie with ease, leaning against the table, acutely aware of how much I let slip. "'I'm going to break you out, be ready at midday to run.' Very poetic." I grin, seductively, enjoying playing with his mind, my composure as good as if he were just another victim, but inside, I know it's different.
"It did the job," he states simply, continuing to check the case over, looking at it from all angles, double checking the wiring, fiddling at it with his fingers.
"I don't exactly understand why you broke me out," I ask, teasing him with my accent. I look at him questioningly.
"Because, Cuvee has Sydney and Vaughn," I raise an eyebrow looking for more details. "They were captured while on a simple reconnaissance mission in Russia and I am inclined to suspect that Sark, with or without your blessing, is trying to play in all parks, CIA, SD-6, Cuvee, everyone. Devlin won't let me touch it for political reasons and due to the fact that they still have no idea where she is being held." Jack lets his voice trail off as he waits, hopeful that I know where we should be headed.
The sudden realisation of how serious this is hits me in the stomach and my forehead creases. I look at him, trying to work out why he is so trusting so suddenly. "Tubau, in Malaysia. Cuvee has a factory there where he would interrogate people he captured." I give in easily, knowing that I have very little chance of rescuing Sydney by myself. "Sark isn't involved," I add as an after thought.
Jack shakes his head and asks me with an edge of apprehension to his voice. "How can you be so sure? Unless he truly is still working for you, in which case, you've been lying to us since you got here." I shake my head and look down, wondering just how to deal with this.
"Trust me," the words slip out of my mouth and I watch as they slip, like a sharp blade straight through Jack's heart. "Look," I start again, my voice now normal, my incentive to rescue Sydney now my top priority; I know what Cuvee can do. "I can tell you right now that Sark isn't a threat."
Jack eyes me carefully, his full attention on me as he tries to see what I am thinking. He doesn't succeed. "I have no choice but to listen to you." He turns back and looks at his watch. "There's a flight to Malaysia in an hour, we leave in five minutes. Go and get changed."
The fact that he'll let me out of his sight is good, but I can't help but wonder how much of this decision is simply because he wants to trust me and how much is because he can't stand seeing me strip. I grin a little, in spite of myself.
"I need to make a call." I tell him, my voice defiant and like a five year old on Christmas Eve wanting to stay up late.
He laughs, mocking me with his humour. I shake my head a little. "You're not making a call. And anyway, who would you call?" I shrug. "Right, you won't even tell me who it is you are going to call."
I look at him, holding my head high; "If you don't giving me a phone, I will use the house one. If you won't let me do that, I simply won't tell you where this factory is." I watch him carefully noting the quick slip of the mask and the fear for his daughter that is revealed. For a second I feel sorry for him, I am notorious for my use of blackmail but against Jack, I haven't done it once.
He pulls a phone from a pocket. "Only forty seconds, worst case, CIA will only trace it down to a forty kilometre radius and we'll be fine." I nod and take it from his outstretched hand, the limb recoiling as soon as I have a hold of the gadget.
Turning I go to leave, I hear him open his mouth doubtlessly about to protest about me making the call in another room, but then he shuts it and realises that I am in total control, it is up to me what, when and where we do things.
Two minutes later I emerge to find Jack in jeans and a black shirt, I've made my call and I am, by now, wearing a crisp blue summer dress. He stares at me for a moment before leading my out to a car parked out the front of next door. He gets in to drive and I hoist myself up into the passenger side seat of the green four wheel drive.
Glancing again at his watch, Jack steps on the accelerator and we speed off at a speed I would have only expected from a few people, among them, Sark and Cuvee. The streets are busy with the lunch break, cars are bumper to bumper in some places, but Jack can seemingly dodge all of them, riding up onto the pavement and whizzing down back roads until we arrive at the airport.
Once there he doesn't park, just stopping, much to the disgust of people behind us. Looking at me we run through the airport, ducking and weaving through the people, his hand once again wrapped around mine. Running harder and still with the case, he looks at his watch, whispering as we move he says, "The plane leaves in five minutes, we have to time this right." I'm not sure what he means, but I continue to run, keep the pace and moving alongside him as we race the clock.
It would be fun if it weren't to save our daughter. Eventually he turns left abruptly and through three sets of doors, one marked with big letters, 'Personal Only', security yelling from behind us as we run out onto the tarmac. He lets go of my hand and looks around. Glancing up to where he's looking, I see a plane parked in Gate 47. He dumps the case on the ground, knowing that someone will find it and deliver it to Malaysia. I have no idea what he plans on doing but when I see him heading for the huge set of wheels, I suddenly realise. Seeing the turbines turning rapidly in preparation for the flight, I realise how little time we have.
The plane's base is a good four meters above the ground and immediately I begin to climb up the wheel. He stops above me, reaching out and picking at the lock that will, I hope, open up into the interior. It's exciting but as I watch him working quickly and silently, his mind concentrating solely on the job at hand I come to the realisation that if we don't move soon the wheels might begin to turn.
Just as I am about to start to tell him of the slight problem, the hatch pops open and he scrambles inside, at this point I feel the wheels turning, faster than I expect, with me still positioned on them. Glancing up in horror I throw both arms at him, hoping to god he catches me because if he doesn't I'm going to end up on the ground. The thrust I put behind my up- thrown arms carries me up and then I start to fall, I would scream in frustration if I could and it is now that I feel strong hands grabbing at me with a force that will leave bruises.
Scrambling up his arm, he hoists me in and drops me unceremoniously on the ground, the fast paced rescue taking much of his energy. Looking around, I find myself in a room, not large enough to be of any use and cluttered with spanners and tools all tied down for the trip. Jack grabs me again and pulls me up, heading towards a wall, he pulls a panel off and I find myself facing the luggage compartment.
We touch down at the Belaga airport and carefully wait until Jack is sure there is no one above, he quickly pulls the panel off and we climb out into the normal area where everyone is now mulling in front of us, eager to get off the plane.
I have to look at him, stunned that he managed to pull this whole thing off so well, I hadn't imagined we would get away with it, but it appears we have. Customs is simple; a gang of young boys getting all the attention, our new cloths and redone hair making us appear just as any other tourist. We get out and a man rushes through the crowd yelling out Jack's alias. Our case has arrived, it caught a plane that stopped over here just moments after ours landed and they have it in customs.
Or course we are careful, fearing it is a trap, but it isn't, we get our case and go outside. We rent a car under a false name, a simple four wheel drive, just in case we end up having to go cross country.
Jack lets me drive when I reason with him that I know the area better. He apparently has never had to commandeer any part of Malaysia. We drive in silence until we hit the city of Tubau, the city where, right now my daughter and her handler are being held captive. Knowing Cuvee, I'm sure he won't lay a finger on them until Monday as he takes his weekends too seriously. I explain this to Jack, he isn't sure but concedes as he realises I can't be argued with.
I drive us to a three star hotel on the outskirts and park, Jack looks at me and I can feel his questions, but I ignore him.
I check us in, speaking English to the receptionist and getting a room with two beds on the pretence that we are siblings. I hope that this is what he wants. We make our way up to the room, a second floor, cheep little area with beds for less than everywhere else.
Settling in I sense Jack's unease, but I don't comment, instead, opening the suitcase and looking through the contents. I load all of the guns and check that they are clean and in good repair, hardly necessary, but something to do. The first aid kit is full and the explosives all high tech and top of the range. At least they are the best that can be purchased by anyone legally.
I look at my watch; we landed here just after four in the afternoon and it is just ticking over nine past six. I stand, moving, discreetly to the door, keeping an eye on Jack as he looks out the window at the city, he hasn't noticed me.
My watch ticks dead on ten minutes past six and I look up as a nock at the door rings out in the room. Looking at Jack I find he already has a gun in hand. Shaking my head as I peer through the peep hole, he puts in down and shuts the suitcase, locking it and quickly moving it to the bathroom. He returns and I unlock the door, a voice greets me, "Room Service," and I grin at the irony.
I stand back and the young man walks in with a silver tray in his hand. Quickly I shut the door locking it and turn back. Jack is looking at both me and the apparent room service guy. His mind ticking over as he realises that you don't lock a room service guy in your room, that the hotel doesn't have room service and that the room service man looks very much like... "Sark," he whispers, somewhat shocked that I've betrayed him.
Sark looks up from beneath his new brown hair and grins at me, I grin back and would hug him were it not for the fact that Jack is looking towards the bathroom with the corner of his eyes. He must be wondering how he could have been so stupid to trust me.
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