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: I went out today and saw Lord of the Rings and that was an 8 hour thing what with lunch and shopping and tomorrow I have to be up at 5 to go fishing, so be very impressed that I am up at 11pm writing the notes for ALL FOUR STORIES! But hey I love it and I love it because I love all of the reviews I get. I was upset this morning because there were none there, but that was cause the site broke, but when I got back from the movies, there were heaps, so thank you, I love them and look how hard they make me work. Be warned, none of these have been proofed because I'm way too tired, so any major problems, I apologise in advance. Enjoy them and if you don't know how to get more you're obviously brain dead: reviews!!!!
Author: Aeria, Doona, Aeryn depending.
Chapter Fifteen
I can hear Jack and Sark walking behind me and glance back, smug smile in place, at them. They're both walking, hands in their pockets, bar Sark who is carrying a small unthreatening suitcase, dark clothing and sunglasses making them truly appear as any of Cuvee's henchmen would look like and much like the ones I used to bring. This brings me a new surge of confidence but I still can't shake the feeling that what I'm about to do is dangerous and serious, unlike most of my other work as this one decides the fate of my daughter.
I wait at the doors, Jack and Sark slipping by my sides, the entire entrance playing out like something from a movie. Their steps are in time and they push the double glass doors open with ease, stepping away and holding them back to give me access. I breeze through, my head high, smirk taking over as I look around the front reception area. It's exactly like what I remember. Not too small but not too grand, a little, mousy women I've never met is sitting behind a huge white desk that connects to the wall behind her and hides her legs and feet from my view.
She's watching me carefully and turn my head slightly so that Jack can see me, I flicker my eyes to her and he knows, straight away what to do, the plan we'd gone over ten times in the café starting again, just now in real life. He sweeps past me, leaving Sark to stand, a metre behind and one to the left, glasses still there and face serious while I'm sure his eyes would tell another story if one could see them.
I listen carefully, pretending to take in the drab walls, dying pot plants and several doorways, along with the elevator I need to get into. Jack's waiting for the woman to address him, his character perfect for the job and I can't help but grin a little, pretending to cough to cover it, he fits the role and is pulling the whole thing off for us with ease. I hear him tell her in a gruff voice, "Miss Rouge is here to see Cuvee," simple and perfect, his voice the perfect mixture of contempt, boredom and assertiveness.
She glares at him for a minute, staring past him to me and says, "You're not on the list." Jack knows this wasn't the plan, he knows that the receptionist was supposed to know me and let me right through but he recovers wonderfully and I hide my face by turning, letting loose an exasperated sigh and going to perch on one of the white leather couches in the corner, Sark mirrors my movements, taking a seat and watching Jack, a little nervous, I'd say.
"Then you haven't been working here long enough," Jack's harsh with her and I can feel her glaring at all three of us, none the less, I turn in time to see her pick up the phone and hit a number. I pray she isn't calling Cuvee, but Jack, who is close enough to hear, makes no move to run for the elevator.
She looks back up and whispers, knowing I'm listening, "Just a minute," and goes back to filing paperwork. Jack returns to my side, not saying a word and not giving anyone any reason to respect, I admire him for that. A moment later, the old receptionist enters and bends to speak to the girl, I can't make out what she is saying, but her voice is hard and punishing. She turns away and smiles at me from behind the desk.
"Right this way," I smirk, not in thanks or anything nice but in contempt for the lower class and I move for the elevator, not waiting for her to join us. I can hear that Jack's footsteps are perfectly timed with Sarks and I wonder what we must look like. I lean over pressing the button, letting my heels click on the floor as I wait, almost, I think, forcing the receptionist to apologise for the elevator's slowness.
She ushers us in and moves to press the button for us, Sark blocks her quickly, smirking and watching her from the other side as the doors close, she just stares at him and he moves his finger to the button marked two, pretending to press it, I see her expression change from suspicion to disdain and I breath a sigh of relief. Sark presses the number three and I watch them both, smiling, knowing we've now done the easy bit.
Jack rolls his neck and I hear it crack, Sark just waits, now in front of me, centred in the small room, suitcase in front of him, both hands holding it up. I look at him and hold out a hand. "I want another gun." His expression turns down, he knows that I'm feeling uneasy, but he can obviously feel the tension, the feeling that is hanging the air. The feeling that always hangs in the air before something goes terribly wrong.
He doesn't comment, handing me a gun from his own hip, but Jack sees us and does, "Something's gone wrong hasn't it?" I don't know how all three of us feel it, but we do and all I can do is shrug as the doors open.
I half expect guards to take us out straight away, but the place in front of us in deserted, a hallway going on for perhaps forty meters is without a single person and I quickly get my bearings, looking to my right I begin to run, heading for one of the two rooms Sark thinks we'll find them in, from behind me I hear Sark hiss, keeping his voice low so we won't be heard, "Split up?"
And before I can answer, Jack answers for me, taking control but not upsetting me at all, "No, stay close." I know Sark must be looking at me a little stunned and still not sure, so I quickly nod and double my pace, having to concentrate on running in the heels just not to twist both ankles, we pass a hallway and looking down it, I see two guards, both with their backs to us and I wonder if I should take them out.
For some reason, I decide not to, just continuing to run, veering to the left and then to the right, through a door, quicker than I should have, but still going at full pace, knowing something's wrong. I hear Jack at my heels and from behind a shot. I don't bother to look, knowing Sark must have taken one out, a guard that will remain on the floor and possibly raise the arm.
If I had the breath, I'd yell at him, but I don't and I keep running, sure I know where I'm going, I hang another left, then another, the corridor curving and making my sense of direction weak. Still, I run, past four white doors on my left, one I know leads to a lab, another to a deserted office, they might use for interrogation. But I'm sure Cuvee wouldn't have the guts to leave a daughter of mine in such a room, positive he will have chosen one of the two square, empty, whitewashed rooms he always uses instead.
Slowing, Jack's at my shoulder, for a second I turn and see Sark skid to a halt with us, the white door in front of us is the one I need to go through, the one I hope to find Sydney, unharmed, unguarded and conscience. I look at Jack who pulls a semi automatic from his hip and raises it, his finger on the trigger; I go to move in first but a hand on my waist stops me.
I want to hit him, for wasting time, but he shakes his head and pushes past me, whispering, his voice shaky and scared, "On most occasions, ladies first, but not here." He opens the door, slowly at first, listening for noises. A muffled shout hits me and I wonder what we're going to see, Jack bursts through, gun going everywhere, his hands fast, his eyes quicker.
Then I see him drop the weapon to his side and a look of both relief and desperation merging to give him a look of intense fear and, more scared that I remember ever having been, I walk in behind him, my gun still raised. Sark wanders in and the three of us quickly untie Agent Vaughn, his hands and feet are tied, his face a little bloody and his mouth gagged, but he looks uninjured.
Gaping for air, I can see him trying to work out what to say to us first, he's shocked to see me, more so to see Sark, happy to see Jack, relieved to be released and scared for Sydney. Blocking the enormous flow of words about to fall from his mouth, I cut across him, "Where is she." My eyes are still scanning the room in desperate hope she's there but we just haven't seen her.
He takes another breath and looks to Jack, quickly to see whether he can trust me, Jack just nods, looking ready to hit him, should Vaughn choose to take another second in answering. "I don't know, Cuvee said he was taking her to be interrogated," he pauses, trying to remember something and I hold my own breath, hoping can recall, "He said the other white interrogation room."
I know where it is, Sark was right about the rooms, and now all I have to do is get to her before they realise what's happening. I don't bother to say anything else, and leave Sark to deal with Vaughn, I grab for Jack's hand, the electricity still there, but I ignore it, knowing this is defiantly not the time or the place. He comes after me, running at the same pace. I can hear Sark helping Vaughn along, perhaps thirty meters behind us and us I rush through door after door, I have to pick up the pace. I push myself harder, wondering how Jack can manage such speeds. But then I remember, his daughter's in there too, we're in this together.
I round another corner and run through a door, ahead of us I know that the next door should bring us out into ten or eleven guards and I look at Jack, to be sure he's ready. He is, a gun in his hand and facing straight ahead as we smash through the white door that looks like all the others, to my right, I can see the corner that will lead us straight to the door to the other interrogation room and the second elevator that joins directly to Cuvee's office and for a fraction of a second I wonder what it would feel like to go and kill him for what he's dared to do, but then I hear a gun shot and feel the wiz of a bullet past my head.
Jack's firing quickly, yelling something as though he should have thought of it before, catching it the second time, I hear him, "The chain, use it now." Cuvee has upped his security, his guards trained to fire at anyone running and not to ask questions.
Realising, I nod and move behind him, hoping for cover as I rip the chain away from my stomach, pulling a few inches of skin with it, I bite my lip and look at it. Starting at the end that has a tiny heart dangling from it, I tie a know and grin as a piece of the chair falls into my hand, moving out, I count in my head, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, I look at jack, yelling over the racket of fire, hoping to god he hasn't been hit, "Ready," he nods and I throw it as hard as I can at the remaining seven guards, Jack has already got four of them on the ground.
I cover my ears as I continue to count, two, one, and wait, nothing, Jack stares at me, his arm falling as he sees me. He's staring at me is shock, knowing we can't take them out without the C4. I have to wonder what's happened to Sark and Vaughn, but in those few minutes, a few bullets whizzing past, I just stare at Jack, wishing I had the time to say sorry properly, but knowing I don't. I lean in, unable to control myself, knowing this is how I want to die, knowing this is the way to go. Closer and closer to him, but then, I'm interrupted, a wall of sound and fire hitting my back as the C4 finally goes off. I turn around and grin, Jack looking for a minute before turning back to me, far too aware of what I'd been about to do.
Before he can speak, I'm off again, walking around the corner and straight past the lift even though I hear it ping, turning around I find Jack just in front of me, staring as the numbers glow as the lift passes them, it's just passed tow and the colour settles on the three, glowing red and not moving any further. I know the doors are going to open, so quickly I turn around and try to the door I know Sydney's behind, but it's locked.
Jack looks at me a second, completely frightened and I just look at him, feeling sorry for the both of us as the doors begin to open, I go for my gun but find it has slipped and fallen, Jack stares at me, showing me that all of his guns are out and together we wait for the elevator doors to reveal who stands behind them...
Well, okay, I went out and came home and my back hurts and my neck hurts and my fingers and I haven't watched TV in days, argggg, But I love it so review please.
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: I went out today and saw Lord of the Rings and that was an 8 hour thing what with lunch and shopping and tomorrow I have to be up at 5 to go fishing, so be very impressed that I am up at 11pm writing the notes for ALL FOUR STORIES! But hey I love it and I love it because I love all of the reviews I get. I was upset this morning because there were none there, but that was cause the site broke, but when I got back from the movies, there were heaps, so thank you, I love them and look how hard they make me work. Be warned, none of these have been proofed because I'm way too tired, so any major problems, I apologise in advance. Enjoy them and if you don't know how to get more you're obviously brain dead: reviews!!!!
Author: Aeria, Doona, Aeryn depending.
Chapter Fifteen
I can hear Jack and Sark walking behind me and glance back, smug smile in place, at them. They're both walking, hands in their pockets, bar Sark who is carrying a small unthreatening suitcase, dark clothing and sunglasses making them truly appear as any of Cuvee's henchmen would look like and much like the ones I used to bring. This brings me a new surge of confidence but I still can't shake the feeling that what I'm about to do is dangerous and serious, unlike most of my other work as this one decides the fate of my daughter.
I wait at the doors, Jack and Sark slipping by my sides, the entire entrance playing out like something from a movie. Their steps are in time and they push the double glass doors open with ease, stepping away and holding them back to give me access. I breeze through, my head high, smirk taking over as I look around the front reception area. It's exactly like what I remember. Not too small but not too grand, a little, mousy women I've never met is sitting behind a huge white desk that connects to the wall behind her and hides her legs and feet from my view.
She's watching me carefully and turn my head slightly so that Jack can see me, I flicker my eyes to her and he knows, straight away what to do, the plan we'd gone over ten times in the café starting again, just now in real life. He sweeps past me, leaving Sark to stand, a metre behind and one to the left, glasses still there and face serious while I'm sure his eyes would tell another story if one could see them.
I listen carefully, pretending to take in the drab walls, dying pot plants and several doorways, along with the elevator I need to get into. Jack's waiting for the woman to address him, his character perfect for the job and I can't help but grin a little, pretending to cough to cover it, he fits the role and is pulling the whole thing off for us with ease. I hear him tell her in a gruff voice, "Miss Rouge is here to see Cuvee," simple and perfect, his voice the perfect mixture of contempt, boredom and assertiveness.
She glares at him for a minute, staring past him to me and says, "You're not on the list." Jack knows this wasn't the plan, he knows that the receptionist was supposed to know me and let me right through but he recovers wonderfully and I hide my face by turning, letting loose an exasperated sigh and going to perch on one of the white leather couches in the corner, Sark mirrors my movements, taking a seat and watching Jack, a little nervous, I'd say.
"Then you haven't been working here long enough," Jack's harsh with her and I can feel her glaring at all three of us, none the less, I turn in time to see her pick up the phone and hit a number. I pray she isn't calling Cuvee, but Jack, who is close enough to hear, makes no move to run for the elevator.
She looks back up and whispers, knowing I'm listening, "Just a minute," and goes back to filing paperwork. Jack returns to my side, not saying a word and not giving anyone any reason to respect, I admire him for that. A moment later, the old receptionist enters and bends to speak to the girl, I can't make out what she is saying, but her voice is hard and punishing. She turns away and smiles at me from behind the desk.
"Right this way," I smirk, not in thanks or anything nice but in contempt for the lower class and I move for the elevator, not waiting for her to join us. I can hear that Jack's footsteps are perfectly timed with Sarks and I wonder what we must look like. I lean over pressing the button, letting my heels click on the floor as I wait, almost, I think, forcing the receptionist to apologise for the elevator's slowness.
She ushers us in and moves to press the button for us, Sark blocks her quickly, smirking and watching her from the other side as the doors close, she just stares at him and he moves his finger to the button marked two, pretending to press it, I see her expression change from suspicion to disdain and I breath a sigh of relief. Sark presses the number three and I watch them both, smiling, knowing we've now done the easy bit.
Jack rolls his neck and I hear it crack, Sark just waits, now in front of me, centred in the small room, suitcase in front of him, both hands holding it up. I look at him and hold out a hand. "I want another gun." His expression turns down, he knows that I'm feeling uneasy, but he can obviously feel the tension, the feeling that is hanging the air. The feeling that always hangs in the air before something goes terribly wrong.
He doesn't comment, handing me a gun from his own hip, but Jack sees us and does, "Something's gone wrong hasn't it?" I don't know how all three of us feel it, but we do and all I can do is shrug as the doors open.
I half expect guards to take us out straight away, but the place in front of us in deserted, a hallway going on for perhaps forty meters is without a single person and I quickly get my bearings, looking to my right I begin to run, heading for one of the two rooms Sark thinks we'll find them in, from behind me I hear Sark hiss, keeping his voice low so we won't be heard, "Split up?"
And before I can answer, Jack answers for me, taking control but not upsetting me at all, "No, stay close." I know Sark must be looking at me a little stunned and still not sure, so I quickly nod and double my pace, having to concentrate on running in the heels just not to twist both ankles, we pass a hallway and looking down it, I see two guards, both with their backs to us and I wonder if I should take them out.
For some reason, I decide not to, just continuing to run, veering to the left and then to the right, through a door, quicker than I should have, but still going at full pace, knowing something's wrong. I hear Jack at my heels and from behind a shot. I don't bother to look, knowing Sark must have taken one out, a guard that will remain on the floor and possibly raise the arm.
If I had the breath, I'd yell at him, but I don't and I keep running, sure I know where I'm going, I hang another left, then another, the corridor curving and making my sense of direction weak. Still, I run, past four white doors on my left, one I know leads to a lab, another to a deserted office, they might use for interrogation. But I'm sure Cuvee wouldn't have the guts to leave a daughter of mine in such a room, positive he will have chosen one of the two square, empty, whitewashed rooms he always uses instead.
Slowing, Jack's at my shoulder, for a second I turn and see Sark skid to a halt with us, the white door in front of us is the one I need to go through, the one I hope to find Sydney, unharmed, unguarded and conscience. I look at Jack who pulls a semi automatic from his hip and raises it, his finger on the trigger; I go to move in first but a hand on my waist stops me.
I want to hit him, for wasting time, but he shakes his head and pushes past me, whispering, his voice shaky and scared, "On most occasions, ladies first, but not here." He opens the door, slowly at first, listening for noises. A muffled shout hits me and I wonder what we're going to see, Jack bursts through, gun going everywhere, his hands fast, his eyes quicker.
Then I see him drop the weapon to his side and a look of both relief and desperation merging to give him a look of intense fear and, more scared that I remember ever having been, I walk in behind him, my gun still raised. Sark wanders in and the three of us quickly untie Agent Vaughn, his hands and feet are tied, his face a little bloody and his mouth gagged, but he looks uninjured.
Gaping for air, I can see him trying to work out what to say to us first, he's shocked to see me, more so to see Sark, happy to see Jack, relieved to be released and scared for Sydney. Blocking the enormous flow of words about to fall from his mouth, I cut across him, "Where is she." My eyes are still scanning the room in desperate hope she's there but we just haven't seen her.
He takes another breath and looks to Jack, quickly to see whether he can trust me, Jack just nods, looking ready to hit him, should Vaughn choose to take another second in answering. "I don't know, Cuvee said he was taking her to be interrogated," he pauses, trying to remember something and I hold my own breath, hoping can recall, "He said the other white interrogation room."
I know where it is, Sark was right about the rooms, and now all I have to do is get to her before they realise what's happening. I don't bother to say anything else, and leave Sark to deal with Vaughn, I grab for Jack's hand, the electricity still there, but I ignore it, knowing this is defiantly not the time or the place. He comes after me, running at the same pace. I can hear Sark helping Vaughn along, perhaps thirty meters behind us and us I rush through door after door, I have to pick up the pace. I push myself harder, wondering how Jack can manage such speeds. But then I remember, his daughter's in there too, we're in this together.
I round another corner and run through a door, ahead of us I know that the next door should bring us out into ten or eleven guards and I look at Jack, to be sure he's ready. He is, a gun in his hand and facing straight ahead as we smash through the white door that looks like all the others, to my right, I can see the corner that will lead us straight to the door to the other interrogation room and the second elevator that joins directly to Cuvee's office and for a fraction of a second I wonder what it would feel like to go and kill him for what he's dared to do, but then I hear a gun shot and feel the wiz of a bullet past my head.
Jack's firing quickly, yelling something as though he should have thought of it before, catching it the second time, I hear him, "The chain, use it now." Cuvee has upped his security, his guards trained to fire at anyone running and not to ask questions.
Realising, I nod and move behind him, hoping for cover as I rip the chain away from my stomach, pulling a few inches of skin with it, I bite my lip and look at it. Starting at the end that has a tiny heart dangling from it, I tie a know and grin as a piece of the chair falls into my hand, moving out, I count in my head, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, I look at jack, yelling over the racket of fire, hoping to god he hasn't been hit, "Ready," he nods and I throw it as hard as I can at the remaining seven guards, Jack has already got four of them on the ground.
I cover my ears as I continue to count, two, one, and wait, nothing, Jack stares at me, his arm falling as he sees me. He's staring at me is shock, knowing we can't take them out without the C4. I have to wonder what's happened to Sark and Vaughn, but in those few minutes, a few bullets whizzing past, I just stare at Jack, wishing I had the time to say sorry properly, but knowing I don't. I lean in, unable to control myself, knowing this is how I want to die, knowing this is the way to go. Closer and closer to him, but then, I'm interrupted, a wall of sound and fire hitting my back as the C4 finally goes off. I turn around and grin, Jack looking for a minute before turning back to me, far too aware of what I'd been about to do.
Before he can speak, I'm off again, walking around the corner and straight past the lift even though I hear it ping, turning around I find Jack just in front of me, staring as the numbers glow as the lift passes them, it's just passed tow and the colour settles on the three, glowing red and not moving any further. I know the doors are going to open, so quickly I turn around and try to the door I know Sydney's behind, but it's locked.
Jack looks at me a second, completely frightened and I just look at him, feeling sorry for the both of us as the doors begin to open, I go for my gun but find it has slipped and fallen, Jack stares at me, showing me that all of his guns are out and together we wait for the elevator doors to reveal who stands behind them...
Well, okay, I went out and came home and my back hurts and my neck hurts and my fingers and I haven't watched TV in days, argggg, But I love it so review please.