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. Special thank you to Meg for proofing this one! Very helpful is she. Thank you! 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.
Author: Me Aeryn, Doona, Donna, Aeria, whatever.
Chapter Nine
We're just standing there, gawking, but I quickly recover when Cuvee steps out. His face is totally shocked and in seconds his gun is aimed high at me - he obviously sees me as the bigger threat. The adrenaline entering my system is nothing compared to what is already there and I take everything in without thinking, my brain racing ahead of everything else. Without a second passing, I can see what would usually take me much longer. As the gun rises, I already know what he's wearing, a grey suit, dark purple shirt with a blue tie and black leather shoes, Italian, and I know that my opportunities for escape are quickly dwindling.
Last time this all happened, I'd been alone, without anyone to force to play along, it had been easy to trick him. He'd walked in, totally knowing I was there and aimed a gun, not the one he has now, a different one, straight at me, smirking and looking like some sort of pathetic rat. He'd told me I'd been stupid and I'd played along, telling him that I must have appeared stupid and then made up an incredibly elaborate story, telling myself the entire time that he'd have to be insane to fall for it. But he had, and ten minutes later, he was playing straight into my hands.
He'd left me in a room with Jack, had even trusted me with the key for goodness sakes, he was stupid and vain and I had managed to use those character traits to my advantage once. I have to say, I doubted I could pull it off again. But what other choices do I have? I look around and realize Vaughn and Sark must be just around the corner. Cuvee had looked shocked when he'd first entered, so he had no idea there were any problems, therefore, he had no idea Sark and Vaughn were running around his factory building. I have to make sure they stopped before racing around the corner into this mess. I adopt a loud tone, not a shout, but louder that what I'm used to and I see Cuvee take on a bemused expression as he doubtlessly wonders why. "Cuvee, nice to see you."
I can hear the shake in my voice, but he just holds the gun straight at me, the muzzle aimed at my heart and it is now that I realise how to get out of it, what my best chance is and quickly I look to Jack, hoping he is going to be able to help, but he's just scowling, at Cuvee and then back to me. Obviously the shake in my voice wasn't as bad as I originally thought. I grab him roughly, grabbing both his hands and pull him in front of me, continuing in my loud tone, "I brought you a present."
It's a ridiculous ploy, to fall for it again, so easily, would be unlikely so I wait for his questions. "Last time," his voice is shaky, but his hand steady, "You brought me a present, you took it back." I smile, waiting for him to continue, hoping my smirk and hardened eyes are working. "You'll do it again."
I swallow, hoping it doesn't show, and continue, trying not to leave any gaps in our conversation as it would be typical of Sark to run quickly into this and have the pair of them shot before he could even pull out his gun. "I didn't have the information I wanted then. I took my chance, I was under the impression that you would understand." I sound like the one in authority and I can feel Jack trying to squirm out of my grasp as my lies start to affect him just as much as they are affecting Cuvee; they both seem to be believing me.
Cuvee looks around, he can't, thank god, see the pile of dead men around the corner, and yet he seems to be looking for a way of finding evidence to support or disprove my display. I, myself, am shocked that he's falling for it. But, hey, if he wants to be stupid, I can trick him and I will. He asks, "What information."
It's a small victory, he has taken the bait, but he's a heavy fish and he will try to get away. I take my time, "Jack, here, he works for SD-6." Jack tries to kick me, but misses, as he has no idea where I am, and I regret having to shove him, hard, eliciting a small grunt that, under other circumstances, would have made me wince. But I just grin and bear it. "SD-6 has a certain device," I smile at him and I can see the beginnings of curiosity, the hand holding the gun has slackened and there is no longer a finger on the trigger.
"It belonged to Rambaldi," I know Cuvee isn't interested in the prophet as much as me, but I know that he knows people with money who are. "Known as the book of life. Heard of it?"
Of course, he hasn't, I made it up, but I can still see him wanting to believe me, and the words come out in a hiss, "No. Should I have?"
I shake my head, laughing, but before I can answer, Jack's foot smashes into my calf and I wince, not for him, because it hurt, but instantly I forgive him. The slight problem is, he can't read my mind and as I realise I've dropped my hands from where they were holding him in front of me, he veers away, up against the wall, looking at me with hatred and regret in his eyes and I do wince, faking a stumble to compensate for it in case Cuvee saw. He smiles at me, and whispers, "He doesn't seem to like you."
I shake me head and look down to where a nasty purple bruise is already appearing just below the knee. I snarl and watch as Cuvee bends over. "I can't imagine you trying to pull this off a second time, unless it were true." I have to smile; he's falling for it, totally. What a stupid old man. "And then, your prisoner is obviously quite upset and not the type of upset where he's been told to look like that." Jack would run, but Cuvee has the gun on him. "That looks bad." I nod and run a hand over it; it does hurt, a lot.
Cuvee looks at Jack, his head on an angle in mocking and steps in front of me. His gun raised high as he speaks, maliciously, "So, Mr. Bristow, we meet again." Jack looks ready to spit at him; inside I feel the same. "You're a fool to trust this woman." I grin behind him and Jack opens his mouth, I prepare myself, knowing what's coming, but never having dreamt of it's blast, God knows why Jack can manage to do this to me, but he can.
"I never trusted her." I should kill Cuvee now, he's forgotten me, he has no idea I am even there and it would be so simple, just one good hit over the head. I can't use the C4, we're too close, but I could knock him out and then blow him up, and I wouldn't.ah veto, listen to Jack. But I want to, I deserve to have to listen to this and I sacrifice my chance of escape to listen. "She's always been a lying bitch, what makes you think I trust her?"
Cuvee sniggers, it's horrible to watch, but I keep the grin in place, head high in case he turns around. "You loved her, you must have trusted her. You are too gullible." Jack's eyes flicker to me, that last piece of hope as he waits for me to prove Cuvee wrong, his mind openly working at trying to see why he was losing. "You married her, bedded her, had a child and now, she comes back and tricks you again."
My smile is real now, Cuvee is more gullible than Jack, his back is turned and I could take him out straight away, but still I hesitate. Jack's voice is dead, uncaring, even for Sydney, it pains me, but I force myself to listen still, "She hasn't tricked me, she would like to think so, but she hasn't. She is here by necessity." Damn, there goes some of my leverage, if Cuvee questions him further, I might be revealed and my true intent shown. Already I can see Cuvee's head turned towards the door behind which Sydney is being kept.
He turns back to me and asks, "This book, what do you want in return?" I smile, my cheeks hurt, my stomach feeling as though it is filled with fire, but outside, I look calm and slightly sadistic.
"At first, I thought Sydney, but no." I turn in a complete circle, like I'm in a giant department store, picking out a piece of clothing. "I would rather to be able to just return to my old position." He raises an eyebrow; my rejection of my daughter's life for a job making him all the more sure of himself; Jack just looks mad. "All I need from you is a guarantee for trade and enough money to get me to Russia."
He smirks, "If you shoot your husband, we have a deal."
I grin, "He's not worthy to be called my husband." He's watching me, closely, watching for hesitation but not catching the horror I feel creeping throughout my body. Jack just glares at me, his eyes calling me everything he knows in the world that he despises. Inside I'm collapsing, on the outside, I walk over to Cuvee and grin, inching my mouth right up until it's an inch from my ear, I slide my eyes to look at Jack and whisper, "Deal."
My hand slips down his arm to the gun and I slip my finger through the trigger, his hands and mine, both on the gun, one arm on either side of his body. And I wait, staring over his shoulder at Jack, I laugh and Cuvee's head turns towards me, in that split second it begins. Jack just standing stark still, watching me as my arms flex tighter around Cuvees neck and he lets go of the gun as the first signs of asphyxiation begin.
Jack still doesn't understand and scrambles forward to grab the gun, picking it up to point it at both Cuvee and me, not sure who is on his side. My concentration lapses a second as I hear Sark skid around the corner, another pair of footsteps close behind him, and I see Vaughn run around behind him. Then I feel a hand collide with the side of my head and for a second everything is black, when I open my eyes again, Cuvee's leg is half way to my stomach and I have to throw myself to the ground to avoid the collision.
Sark rushes forward and hits him hard in the side of the head, nocking him unconscious to the ground. I stand up, my chest heaving and a deep red colour visible on my own cheek. I raise a hand and realize I'm bleeding, not too badly, both from a gash in my head and a scratch on my arm. I sigh and rearrange my top, looking to Sark and grinned before turning to Jack, whose eyes are steely and glaring at me, still. I sigh and look to Cuvee.
"Tie him up," I tell Sark before turning to the door behind which I pray I will find Sydney. I grab the handle and I'm ready to turn it when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and see Jack, his expression bemused, but no longer glaring, he looks down and I ask, "What?"
He looks to the side, suddenly, I think, unsure of himself. I duck my head to get him to look at me and he does, catching my gaze and holding it, his face hard and worn, but somehow sincere.
Ahem, well none of you seem to like this one as it doesn't get as many reviews as my others, so I don't know if I should keep going. If you do want me to, please review and you'll get more soon. ;) Anyways, hope you liked it and reviews!
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. Special thank you to Meg for proofing this one! Very helpful is she. Thank you! 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.
Author: Me Aeryn, Doona, Donna, Aeria, whatever.
Chapter Nine
We're just standing there, gawking, but I quickly recover when Cuvee steps out. His face is totally shocked and in seconds his gun is aimed high at me - he obviously sees me as the bigger threat. The adrenaline entering my system is nothing compared to what is already there and I take everything in without thinking, my brain racing ahead of everything else. Without a second passing, I can see what would usually take me much longer. As the gun rises, I already know what he's wearing, a grey suit, dark purple shirt with a blue tie and black leather shoes, Italian, and I know that my opportunities for escape are quickly dwindling.
Last time this all happened, I'd been alone, without anyone to force to play along, it had been easy to trick him. He'd walked in, totally knowing I was there and aimed a gun, not the one he has now, a different one, straight at me, smirking and looking like some sort of pathetic rat. He'd told me I'd been stupid and I'd played along, telling him that I must have appeared stupid and then made up an incredibly elaborate story, telling myself the entire time that he'd have to be insane to fall for it. But he had, and ten minutes later, he was playing straight into my hands.
He'd left me in a room with Jack, had even trusted me with the key for goodness sakes, he was stupid and vain and I had managed to use those character traits to my advantage once. I have to say, I doubted I could pull it off again. But what other choices do I have? I look around and realize Vaughn and Sark must be just around the corner. Cuvee had looked shocked when he'd first entered, so he had no idea there were any problems, therefore, he had no idea Sark and Vaughn were running around his factory building. I have to make sure they stopped before racing around the corner into this mess. I adopt a loud tone, not a shout, but louder that what I'm used to and I see Cuvee take on a bemused expression as he doubtlessly wonders why. "Cuvee, nice to see you."
I can hear the shake in my voice, but he just holds the gun straight at me, the muzzle aimed at my heart and it is now that I realise how to get out of it, what my best chance is and quickly I look to Jack, hoping he is going to be able to help, but he's just scowling, at Cuvee and then back to me. Obviously the shake in my voice wasn't as bad as I originally thought. I grab him roughly, grabbing both his hands and pull him in front of me, continuing in my loud tone, "I brought you a present."
It's a ridiculous ploy, to fall for it again, so easily, would be unlikely so I wait for his questions. "Last time," his voice is shaky, but his hand steady, "You brought me a present, you took it back." I smile, waiting for him to continue, hoping my smirk and hardened eyes are working. "You'll do it again."
I swallow, hoping it doesn't show, and continue, trying not to leave any gaps in our conversation as it would be typical of Sark to run quickly into this and have the pair of them shot before he could even pull out his gun. "I didn't have the information I wanted then. I took my chance, I was under the impression that you would understand." I sound like the one in authority and I can feel Jack trying to squirm out of my grasp as my lies start to affect him just as much as they are affecting Cuvee; they both seem to be believing me.
Cuvee looks around, he can't, thank god, see the pile of dead men around the corner, and yet he seems to be looking for a way of finding evidence to support or disprove my display. I, myself, am shocked that he's falling for it. But, hey, if he wants to be stupid, I can trick him and I will. He asks, "What information."
It's a small victory, he has taken the bait, but he's a heavy fish and he will try to get away. I take my time, "Jack, here, he works for SD-6." Jack tries to kick me, but misses, as he has no idea where I am, and I regret having to shove him, hard, eliciting a small grunt that, under other circumstances, would have made me wince. But I just grin and bear it. "SD-6 has a certain device," I smile at him and I can see the beginnings of curiosity, the hand holding the gun has slackened and there is no longer a finger on the trigger.
"It belonged to Rambaldi," I know Cuvee isn't interested in the prophet as much as me, but I know that he knows people with money who are. "Known as the book of life. Heard of it?"
Of course, he hasn't, I made it up, but I can still see him wanting to believe me, and the words come out in a hiss, "No. Should I have?"
I shake my head, laughing, but before I can answer, Jack's foot smashes into my calf and I wince, not for him, because it hurt, but instantly I forgive him. The slight problem is, he can't read my mind and as I realise I've dropped my hands from where they were holding him in front of me, he veers away, up against the wall, looking at me with hatred and regret in his eyes and I do wince, faking a stumble to compensate for it in case Cuvee saw. He smiles at me, and whispers, "He doesn't seem to like you."
I shake me head and look down to where a nasty purple bruise is already appearing just below the knee. I snarl and watch as Cuvee bends over. "I can't imagine you trying to pull this off a second time, unless it were true." I have to smile; he's falling for it, totally. What a stupid old man. "And then, your prisoner is obviously quite upset and not the type of upset where he's been told to look like that." Jack would run, but Cuvee has the gun on him. "That looks bad." I nod and run a hand over it; it does hurt, a lot.
Cuvee looks at Jack, his head on an angle in mocking and steps in front of me. His gun raised high as he speaks, maliciously, "So, Mr. Bristow, we meet again." Jack looks ready to spit at him; inside I feel the same. "You're a fool to trust this woman." I grin behind him and Jack opens his mouth, I prepare myself, knowing what's coming, but never having dreamt of it's blast, God knows why Jack can manage to do this to me, but he can.
"I never trusted her." I should kill Cuvee now, he's forgotten me, he has no idea I am even there and it would be so simple, just one good hit over the head. I can't use the C4, we're too close, but I could knock him out and then blow him up, and I wouldn't.ah veto, listen to Jack. But I want to, I deserve to have to listen to this and I sacrifice my chance of escape to listen. "She's always been a lying bitch, what makes you think I trust her?"
Cuvee sniggers, it's horrible to watch, but I keep the grin in place, head high in case he turns around. "You loved her, you must have trusted her. You are too gullible." Jack's eyes flicker to me, that last piece of hope as he waits for me to prove Cuvee wrong, his mind openly working at trying to see why he was losing. "You married her, bedded her, had a child and now, she comes back and tricks you again."
My smile is real now, Cuvee is more gullible than Jack, his back is turned and I could take him out straight away, but still I hesitate. Jack's voice is dead, uncaring, even for Sydney, it pains me, but I force myself to listen still, "She hasn't tricked me, she would like to think so, but she hasn't. She is here by necessity." Damn, there goes some of my leverage, if Cuvee questions him further, I might be revealed and my true intent shown. Already I can see Cuvee's head turned towards the door behind which Sydney is being kept.
He turns back to me and asks, "This book, what do you want in return?" I smile, my cheeks hurt, my stomach feeling as though it is filled with fire, but outside, I look calm and slightly sadistic.
"At first, I thought Sydney, but no." I turn in a complete circle, like I'm in a giant department store, picking out a piece of clothing. "I would rather to be able to just return to my old position." He raises an eyebrow; my rejection of my daughter's life for a job making him all the more sure of himself; Jack just looks mad. "All I need from you is a guarantee for trade and enough money to get me to Russia."
He smirks, "If you shoot your husband, we have a deal."
I grin, "He's not worthy to be called my husband." He's watching me, closely, watching for hesitation but not catching the horror I feel creeping throughout my body. Jack just glares at me, his eyes calling me everything he knows in the world that he despises. Inside I'm collapsing, on the outside, I walk over to Cuvee and grin, inching my mouth right up until it's an inch from my ear, I slide my eyes to look at Jack and whisper, "Deal."
My hand slips down his arm to the gun and I slip my finger through the trigger, his hands and mine, both on the gun, one arm on either side of his body. And I wait, staring over his shoulder at Jack, I laugh and Cuvee's head turns towards me, in that split second it begins. Jack just standing stark still, watching me as my arms flex tighter around Cuvees neck and he lets go of the gun as the first signs of asphyxiation begin.
Jack still doesn't understand and scrambles forward to grab the gun, picking it up to point it at both Cuvee and me, not sure who is on his side. My concentration lapses a second as I hear Sark skid around the corner, another pair of footsteps close behind him, and I see Vaughn run around behind him. Then I feel a hand collide with the side of my head and for a second everything is black, when I open my eyes again, Cuvee's leg is half way to my stomach and I have to throw myself to the ground to avoid the collision.
Sark rushes forward and hits him hard in the side of the head, nocking him unconscious to the ground. I stand up, my chest heaving and a deep red colour visible on my own cheek. I raise a hand and realize I'm bleeding, not too badly, both from a gash in my head and a scratch on my arm. I sigh and rearrange my top, looking to Sark and grinned before turning to Jack, whose eyes are steely and glaring at me, still. I sigh and look to Cuvee.
"Tie him up," I tell Sark before turning to the door behind which I pray I will find Sydney. I grab the handle and I'm ready to turn it when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and see Jack, his expression bemused, but no longer glaring, he looks down and I ask, "What?"
He looks to the side, suddenly, I think, unsure of himself. I duck my head to get him to look at me and he does, catching my gaze and holding it, his face hard and worn, but somehow sincere.
Ahem, well none of you seem to like this one as it doesn't get as many reviews as my others, so I don't know if I should keep going. If you do want me to, please review and you'll get more soon. ;) Anyways, hope you liked it and reviews!