Chapter 43
The faint flicker of fear moved over her face but Cameron was far too enthralled with the look of plain shock that crossed Jack's face which may or may not have been fake.
"You want me to shoot a CIA agent?" she couldn't even say his name. It was Sydney all over again and this time if she didn't shoot him they were both either dead or worse.
"Yes..." he pulled out a gun from his belt and swiftly removed all but one of the bullets. "I want you to shoot the man who still manages to fall for your little act. I know what your game is."
Taking the gun, aware that there was still a gun, with far more bullets in it, trained on her, she took her aim. She playfully let the gun move across Jack's body, down from his head to his heart. Not an option, across to the side.
"Careful, wouldn't want to miss." Cameron put his own gun away and reached around Irina with both hands, pulling the gun back to target Jack's heart.
Keeping her cool, though fast running out of options, Irina laughed, "You don't want me to shoot a CIA agent, you want me to kill one? You should be more specific."
"Perhaps," she could sense the look behind her as Cameron moved back, not sure what to make of the question.
Her eyes connected with Jack's at that moment and she saw him mouth the word 'Go.' Trusting him with far more than her life, she didn't hesitate; Cameron was half way through getting his gun back out and as he saw the motion in front of him he hurried to get a firm grip on it.
Irina, taking no chances, served a quick kick to his side and grabbed his arm, shoving him up against the metal bars. He dropped the gun without question.
"I'm sorry," she said, voice crisp and harsh, "But that's not an option."
"I didn't think the rumors could have been true," Cameron grunted out, "But they are, aren't they?" He sounded incredulous and she had a good idea of what he was referring to. "You love him." He spat the words out as though they left him with a sour taste in him mouth. For a moment, Irina pitied him.
It was a statement but she sensed he had no idea what he was talking about. "More than anything else on this planet," her voice was sharp, but Jack didn't miss the sideway glance she threw him. "And that is why, the Dury Box means little if it requires his death."
At the moment, the door to the cell block opened and a short, geeky kind of guy walked through, his head down and a small box clutched in his pale hands. "You know," he muttered as he turned to close the door without looking up, "I never would have thought it existed."
He turned and glanced up, his gasp quite audible and Irina watched from her position behind Cameron as the little man almost dropped the box. He swallowed and looked loyally to Cameron for instruction.
He began to speak but Irina grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back with a sharp yank, cutting off the words before they were out of his mouth. "Put the Dury box down and stand in the corner over there. "She motioned with the gun to the furthest corner from the door. "Any weapons?"
He shook his head vigorously as he did what he'd been told. She believed him. She looked around, a little lost as to what to do now. What she really needed was for Jack to be free but he wasn't. And she couldn't leave her captive alone, he was smart, to a degree, and he was fit. She bit her lip.
"Right," her voice was authoritative and assured, despite how she was feeling. "Mr Black, how many men are outside?"
He made no move to speak but with a sharp knee in the small of his back he quickly answered, "Twelve."
That was too many, even for the two of them. And everyone in the room knew it.
"You," she looked to who she assumed was a scientist of sorts who was huddled in the corner, "I want you to come here, take the keys from Mr Black and free Agent Bristow."
He immediately looked to Cameron who gave a short nod. Cautiously, he made his way over to the two of them, approaching like a very tentative slug. He grasped the keys and scuttled back, not prepared to turn his back on the woman with the gun.
She only glared at him and waited while he slowly unlocked the cuffs on the chair and allowed Jack to escape.
As soon as he was able, Jack stood up and served a quick right hook, he felt the jaw collapse under his fist and the man crumpled to the floor unconscious. He looked to Irina and awarded her a fully-fledged grin, "Thanks."
She smiled back, the corner of her mouth twitching up as she tried to remain serious, "No problem."
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The faint flicker of fear moved over her face but Cameron was far too enthralled with the look of plain shock that crossed Jack's face which may or may not have been fake.
"You want me to shoot a CIA agent?" she couldn't even say his name. It was Sydney all over again and this time if she didn't shoot him they were both either dead or worse.
"Yes..." he pulled out a gun from his belt and swiftly removed all but one of the bullets. "I want you to shoot the man who still manages to fall for your little act. I know what your game is."
Taking the gun, aware that there was still a gun, with far more bullets in it, trained on her, she took her aim. She playfully let the gun move across Jack's body, down from his head to his heart. Not an option, across to the side.
"Careful, wouldn't want to miss." Cameron put his own gun away and reached around Irina with both hands, pulling the gun back to target Jack's heart.
Keeping her cool, though fast running out of options, Irina laughed, "You don't want me to shoot a CIA agent, you want me to kill one? You should be more specific."
"Perhaps," she could sense the look behind her as Cameron moved back, not sure what to make of the question.
Her eyes connected with Jack's at that moment and she saw him mouth the word 'Go.' Trusting him with far more than her life, she didn't hesitate; Cameron was half way through getting his gun back out and as he saw the motion in front of him he hurried to get a firm grip on it.
Irina, taking no chances, served a quick kick to his side and grabbed his arm, shoving him up against the metal bars. He dropped the gun without question.
"I'm sorry," she said, voice crisp and harsh, "But that's not an option."
"I didn't think the rumors could have been true," Cameron grunted out, "But they are, aren't they?" He sounded incredulous and she had a good idea of what he was referring to. "You love him." He spat the words out as though they left him with a sour taste in him mouth. For a moment, Irina pitied him.
It was a statement but she sensed he had no idea what he was talking about. "More than anything else on this planet," her voice was sharp, but Jack didn't miss the sideway glance she threw him. "And that is why, the Dury Box means little if it requires his death."
At the moment, the door to the cell block opened and a short, geeky kind of guy walked through, his head down and a small box clutched in his pale hands. "You know," he muttered as he turned to close the door without looking up, "I never would have thought it existed."
He turned and glanced up, his gasp quite audible and Irina watched from her position behind Cameron as the little man almost dropped the box. He swallowed and looked loyally to Cameron for instruction.
He began to speak but Irina grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back with a sharp yank, cutting off the words before they were out of his mouth. "Put the Dury box down and stand in the corner over there. "She motioned with the gun to the furthest corner from the door. "Any weapons?"
He shook his head vigorously as he did what he'd been told. She believed him. She looked around, a little lost as to what to do now. What she really needed was for Jack to be free but he wasn't. And she couldn't leave her captive alone, he was smart, to a degree, and he was fit. She bit her lip.
"Right," her voice was authoritative and assured, despite how she was feeling. "Mr Black, how many men are outside?"
He made no move to speak but with a sharp knee in the small of his back he quickly answered, "Twelve."
That was too many, even for the two of them. And everyone in the room knew it.
"You," she looked to who she assumed was a scientist of sorts who was huddled in the corner, "I want you to come here, take the keys from Mr Black and free Agent Bristow."
He immediately looked to Cameron who gave a short nod. Cautiously, he made his way over to the two of them, approaching like a very tentative slug. He grasped the keys and scuttled back, not prepared to turn his back on the woman with the gun.
She only glared at him and waited while he slowly unlocked the cuffs on the chair and allowed Jack to escape.
As soon as he was able, Jack stood up and served a quick right hook, he felt the jaw collapse under his fist and the man crumpled to the floor unconscious. He looked to Irina and awarded her a fully-fledged grin, "Thanks."
She smiled back, the corner of her mouth twitching up as she tried to remain serious, "No problem."
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