Title: Revenge Is Best Served Cold
Author: Strawberry Gashes
Summary: After Jezzie, Lay, and Fergie return beaten and bruised from Cambodia, Adam comes after them and turns their lives upside down. Jezzie, Lay, and Fergie go on a hunt to find him and end up learning more about their friends that they never knew, or wanted to know. What they learn may destory their friendships with the Toretto Team.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this story is anyone you don't recognize. I make no money out of this whatsoever and this is for my own fun. Everything else belongs to Universal studios and the wonderful people who brought us The Fast and the Furious and 2 Fast 2 Furious. meh! This is Part 2 to In My Eyes (I suggest very highly of reading In My Eyes, before you read this).
My Note: Thank you! Thank you! You guys are too great. Thanks for reviewing my CSI story Laura, you are too great. As soon as we move into our house next week and then get our stuff, I'll be reviewing and updating more often. Ok uh some things: This is a very tomb raidery type of chapter. Probably the last one. I'm not too sure about how many rounds a .45 colt fires, I was unable to find anything online about it, so i just said 30. Seems resonable, right? Ok. so. Uh...I tried to keep everything very resonable and senseable. I hope you like! Oh and the german words I got from freetranslation. com, so it might not be totally correct.
Chapter 3: Halfhearted
"If you move, I'll blow your brains out." Fergie said casually to Adam. Lay giggled and looked past Fergie and Adam. She could see Jezzie swing up to the ledge holding the trinket. Lay looked back to Fergie.
"How much do you think it'll go for?" Lay asked. Fergie kept her eyes on Adam and shrugged.
"If you go to the right people, millions of Euros." Adam said. Fergie pushed her gun and hit his temple.
"Shut up!" Fergie looked at Lay and shrugged. "I don't know. Since it's a German Relic, I'm guessing a lot of Euros."
"That doesn't make sense to me." Lay said. She holstered her guns and crossed her arms. Fergie risked a quick glance from Adam and looked over at Lay. She looked back at Adam and sighed audibly.
"What?" She asked, dumbfound. Usually Lay didn't like a blonde. Usually.
"Why did they switch to Euros?" She asked. Fergie sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Who cares?" She said, annoyed.
"I do!"
"They had one of the best economic systems in Europe. Germany and Italy, I believe. The Euro makes it easier for someone to go from country to country in Europe and not have to worry about switching currency." Jezzie said, coming up next to Fergie. "But I'm not sure of the real reason. Most German citizens, according to articles I've read, are upset by the Euro. The prices of things have actually gone up because of switching from Deutsch Mark to Euro." She explained. Lay processed the information while Fergie chewed her lip, biting back a snide comment.
"Wow. How did you learn all that?" Lay asked. Jezzie shrugged.
"The internet."
"Oh. Ok. You done?" She asked. Jezzie nodded.
"Yup. Got it." Jezzie said.
"Good." Fergie said, shoving Adam to his knees. She pressed her gun against the back of his head.
"Wait!" Lay said, holding up her hands. Adam sighed in frustration. He knew he was going to be killed by these girls soon or later. He would rather it be sooner. He sold them out, big deal. The Germans weren't even here.
Yet.
And that was just the small of it.
"Listen! Somebody's coming!" Lay whispered.
---Flashback---
Jezzie pulled her light blue sari off the ground and walked towards the door. She opened it and stepped into the outdoors. Cambodia was a beautiful place and Jezzie loved it. Jezzie, Fergie, and Lay were staying in a hotel off the river in Krächéh. Adam was also there, but he was being very anti-social. He kept to himself and ignored the three girls. The girls were suspicious of him, but went about their business.
Jezzie shut her door behind her and head towards Fergie's room. They had decided to go to the tomb the next day. The three girls were getting together to make sure they were ready. And to talk.
They loved to talk.
Jezzie knocked softly on Fergie's door and walked in. Fergie, clad in a light red sari, and Lay, clad in a light orange sari, were sitting at a table. The girls believe in two things:
#1. Learn the language of the country you're visiting.
#2. Wear the traditional clothing.
So the girls had learned basic Khmer for their trip, and wore saris around Krächéh (and Siemréab, which they had visited a few days before).
To them, it's all about respecting the culture and people of the country.
Jezzie walked over to the table. Fergie and Lay had pictures of different men all over the table top.
"Yannis, our little German friend, took these for us." Fergie said. Nick had introduced the girls to Yannis Kraushaar, a German 'private detective'. Yannis always seemed eager to help them. When they told him about the German Aristocrats, he followed them and got all the information on them that he could. Lay pointed to a picture as Jezzie sat next to her.
"Avol Liebermann. The leader, Fuhrer." Lay said. "Claims to be the great-great-great-blah-blah-blah grandson of King Artimus. These other men," Lay pointed at the four pictures surround Avol. "They're just distant cousins. But still relatives." She told Jezzie. Jezzie nodded.
"Got it." Fergie pointed to a picture of ten or so soldiers.
"Ex-German Soldiers. They retired from the German Army to protect the Aristocrats." Fergie paused for a minute, thinking. "It's like with ancient Egyptians and the Magi." She tried to explain.
"Oh. So the descendants of these German soldiers will protect the descendants of the Aristocrats?" Jezzie asked, clarifying. Fergie nodded.
"Pretty much. They're a dangerous lot, that's for sure. Yannis said the soldiers usually carry Ak-47s." Fergie said. Jezzie sighed. She would not be looking forward to that.
---End Flashback---
The three girls peered over the edge of the upper level of the tomb as the German Aristocrats walked into the main chamber of the tomb, surrounded by men clad in black garments and holding Ak-47s. The group of men focused on Adam, who was standing in the middle of the room, visibly annoyed.
"Herr Westerfield. Where are Die Mädchen?" Avol asked. This out to be fun, Jezzie thought as Adam pointed up at where the girls had sought refuge. All of the soldiers pointed their Ak-47s up at them. Jezzie shrunk back from the edge.
"They have it." He told them. Jezzie could picture the Aristocrats getting angry. She silently sighed. There were probably fifteen guys down, including the five Aristocrats. That's ten Ak-47s with about 30 or so rounds for each clip, Jezzie thought to herself. Each girl had only six clips. Jezzie cursed silently and looked around the tomb. It was large, almost three stories tall with several small chambers all around them.
There were beautiful carvings on the wall, depicting the King and all of his treasures. So where is all of his treasure? Jezzie thought to herself.
"Come out; come out, wherever you are." Avol called out. Jezzie rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. It was then that she saw a carving. It went from the front wall to the back wall, the body being over where the Aristocrats were standing. Three arms came out on the ceiling over the three girls, and Jezzie could see three arms on the other side. Oddly, Jezzie recognized the carving as the aspara from the first Tomb Raider movie. Jezzie remembered the aspara being the lover of the God-Who-Sees-All.
True, that was also in Cambodia, probably somewhere also along the Mekong River, which they were close to. The tomb that they were at was about a mile up the river from Kâmpóng Cham. Oh dear God, somebody shoot me, Jezzie thought to herself. I know way too much about a movie based on a video game. As Jezzie rolled her eyes she realized that one of the arms in the carving over her was holding the trinket. Well, it was a carving of the trinket.
Then she saw a log hanging from one of the arms on the other side. Why is a log up there? Jezzie wondered. She looked at the front of the log, which appeared to be about a foot from the front wall, and she noticed light coming from a small hole. Not sunlight, no, it looked like a reflection. There was something up there. But how in the bloody hell do you get up there? She screamed at herself.
She hadn't realized it, but Fergie and Lay had been staring at the same thing, though they didn't know as much, only a little, about the aspara carving on the ceiling. Fergie tapped Jezzie's arms and pointed to the front wall. Jezzie looked and noticed a crawl space with stairs behind it. Jezzie looked back to the log. Above it was a whole that was hidden by the darkness. Interesting. Jezzie mused to herself.
"Go! I'll lay down cover fire." Jezzie mouthed to Fergie and Lay. They nodded. Jezzie took a deep breath.
She hopped up on her feet and started firing at the group of men who were looking for a way to get to the girls. (Fergie had pushed the block of stones over that they had used to climb up there) Fergie and Lay were already crawling through the hole when the soldiers remembered to return fire at the lone girl. Jezzie yelped as a bullet grazed her arm. She started to slowly walk towards the hole. She emptied her clips, after killing three soldiers, turned, and ran for the hole. Jezzie dived as bullets flew past her and slid into the small hole, head first. She stopped an inch from the stairs. She sat up and pulled the clips from her gun.
"Nice." Fergie commented as Jezzie slid two new clips into her colts.
"Always. Now..." Jezzie sat her guns down and pulled the trinket out of her bag and looked it over. She saw words on it. She bushed the dust from it.
"It looks like German. 'Sie sollen nicht glauben, was Sie sehen.'" She paused for a minute as she translated it in her mind. "You should not believe what you see." She translated. She looked up at Fergie and Lay. Lay nodded, she too knew German.
"Sounds about right. I wonder what it means." She said. Jezzie shrugged and put it back in her bag and picked up her bags. She could hear Avol shouting orders in German. The three girls started up the stairs slowly, not sure of what they would find.
"What do you think it means?" Lay asked as it started to get darker as they got closer to the top. Jezzie shrugged from behind her.
"I don't know. Maybe that one is a fake." Jezzie said. They finally came to the top of the stairs. It was pitch black. Fergie holstered one of her guns and pulled out a flashlight. She clicked it on.
It was like an attic with a hole of light coming from very few places. It was dusty and Fergie wouldn't have been surprised if there were bugs and rats up there. Lay and Jezzie followed Fergie towards the light from the hole. The three girls crowded around the hole and looked in the hole. The log was square shaped and about 3 feet wide and around 7 feet long. From what Jezzie saw when they were on the other side, there were four ropes holding it up. Two at the front and two at the back; where the first hand of the aspara was. Fergie estimated that it was about a 2 foot drop from the hole to the log.
"You're going to need cover fire." Jezzie whispered, looking around. She spotted a light coming from the other side, around where the girls had been on the upper level. Jezzie looked at Fergie. "You go down and we'll fire at them from over there." She said, pointing to the other side. Fergie nodded and handed her flashlight to Lay. Lay holstered one of her guns and took the flashlight.
Fergie holstered her other gun and waited as Lay and Jezzie headed towards the other light. Fergie looked down at the log and sighed silently. She adjusted her pants and readied herself. She was nervous about this, no doubt. It would be a miracle if she came out of this unscratched. It had gone way past dangerous. For all they knew, there was nothing there.
But it wouldn't hurt to check.
Or would it?
Fergie just wanted out.
She wanted to be back at home.
She wanted to be in her bed.
Or Vince's.
Fergie cursed herself for being stupid. This was a big mistake. When I get home, Fergie thought to herself, I'm going to give Nick a punch he'll never forget.
She blinked as a light hit her eyes. She looked over at Jezzie and Lay. She could just barely tell that they were giving her the thumbs up. Fergie stuck her legs down the hole and made the short and silent drop to the log.
Familiar gunfire exploded on the other side of the room as Fergie pressed her body to the log. She listened closely and picked out the different guns. Colts. Vector-R35s. She paused in her thoughts. Yup. AK-47s. Oh and...a M-V9? Is that Adam? No, there's got to be two or three of them. Huh. That's no fun. Fergie slithered to the front of the log as steadily as she could without making it swing. She reached the front and stared into the small crawl space.
It was dark and hard for Fergie to see in it. And she had given Lay her flashlight. Oh well. Gotta take the chance. Fergie peered over the edge. Several dead German soldiers littered the floor. As far as Fergie could tell, Lay and Jezzie were still alive. Then the firing stopped from one type of gun. Then another. Soon the Ak-47s and the M-V9s stopped firing and the only sound came from one of the German guys, not Avol, shouting orders in German.
Fergie turned back to the wall and shut her eyes as she carefully pulled herself into the hole. When Fergie was all the way through the hole, she opened her eyes and blinked in surprise.
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Jezzie followed Lay to the other hole, trying to be careful of where she stepped. Why, she asked herself, why are we doing this?
Because the trinket could be fake.
So who's to say the real one is in the hole?
Nobody said it was in there.
So why are you talking to yourself?
Jezzie sighed and whimpered as she looked down the hole. She could see the soldiers starting to climb up onto the upper level. Why am I talking to myself?
"I need a real vacation." Jezzie muttered. Lay looked at her and chuckled.
"No kidding." She said. Jezzie rolled her eyes as Lay flashed the light at Fergie. Jezzie could see Fergie turn her head and look at them. Jezzie and Lay gave her the thumbs up. Jezzie watched Fergie drop into the hole. Jezzie and Lay positioned themselves so they could fire and then opened fire on the men who were almost onto the upper level.
Jezzie and Lay aimed for their targets well. Jezzie cursed openly as more soldiers came from outside. Lay had only 9 rounds per clip. Her 18 bullets went quickly. She dropped the empty clips and quickly put in new ones. By the time she was out of her next 18, Jezzie was almost done with all 60 of her rounds. The two girls backed away from the edge as all of the Ak-47s and M-V9s bullets began to chip away the stone. Jezzie finished with her 60 rounds.
Lay and Jezzie's eyes met.
"Run!" Jezzie screamed. The two girls stood up from their kneeled positions and ran towards the other hole. They chuckled to themselves as the sat around the hole.
"Ok. That was retarded. Uh. I've got 60 rounds left." Jezzie said as she took out the empty clips and put her last two in. Lay was doing the same.
"I've got 18. And Fergie should have 90. 168 all together." Lay added. For a blonde, she was exceptionally good at Math. Unlike Jezzie who sucked horribly at math. It would take her a minute to figure out 5 times 6. Both girls holstered their weapons.
"Now, how do we get out of her without getting killed?" Jezzie asked. Lay looked around. As far as Lay knew, there was only one way out. Lay looked back at Jezzie and then the small string of light caught Lay's eye.
"There!" She shouted, pointing. Jezzie turned and studied the light, then turned back to Lay.
"That should work." She said. Lay nodded and smiled.
"It's almost like the tomb knew we were coming. Or that someone was coming." Lay said. Jezzie shivered.
"Don't say that. It's creepy." Jezzie muttered.
Then the old stone tomb began to shake. Jezzie and Lay jumped up as something large came through the floor over the staircase. A sharp yell followed. Lay and Jezzie backed away from the hole as gunfire shot past it. From their spot, the two girls could see something fly past the hole.
"Fergie." Lay muttered. Jezzie un-holstered her colts and jumped down the hole. Big mistake. She landed on the log and fell backwards. The log was at an angle. Jezzie had a second to realize that Fergie must have shot the ropes at the back out. Then Jezzie had a split second to realize that if she didn't do something, she would land on her back.
Jezzie shifted her body and landed hard on her feet a half second later. She fell back on her back. She groaned and rolled to her feet. Fergie was shooting at the fleeing soldiers and aristocrats. Jezzie noticed bits of stone and wood in her hair, along with a trickle of blood running down the side of her face.
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Fergie stared in wonder at all of the things in the small room. It was like a closet underneath the stairs. She pulled her legs over the small ledge and dropped down. This must be where King Artimus put all of his treasures, Fergie thought. There were so much gold and silver in this room, Fergie could become a billionaire.
"Focus." Fergie told herself. She stood in the middle of the room and looked around for the trinket. "Just take what you're here for." She told herself. Then she spotted it on opposite wall from the crawl space. She walked over to the wall, ignoring all of the treasures around her. She stood on her tip toes and grabbed the trinket. She stared at it for a minute, brushing the dust off of it, and then carefully placed it in her bag. She didn't bother with translating the words on it; she barely knew a lick of German.
Then the room started to shake. Fergie turned around and barely had time to jump out of the way before a huge battering ram flew through the room, straight for her. She hit the wall on her left as the battering ram flew up into the ceiling. Fergie yelled out as stone and pieces of wood came down around her. A semi-large piece of stone hit her hairline on her head. She could feel the blood trickling down her face. Fergie stood up and un-holstered her guns. She ran towards the crawlspace and dived, doing a mimic of Jezzie from earlier.
She fired her guns at the back two ropes as she slid through the hole. Luckily, as she came out of the hole, only the back two ropes split, and she landed on the log. She slid down, and then as she went over the edge of the log, she did a front flip and landed hard on her feet a moment later. She turned to her left and could see the Aristocrats and soldiers fleeing. Fergie started shooting at them. No way would she let them get away without her having the chance to kill some. She managed to hit and kill a few as Jezzie flew off the log. As Jezzie stood up and cleared her head, Fergie stopped shooting and turned to her.
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Lay walked to the other side of the hole, holding her guns up, and jumped. She slid down the tilted log and jumped through the air. She landed and rolled. When she stopped rolling she turned and faced the wall with her guns raised and ready as a giant something smashed through the wall. Lay had a second to realize what it was before she rolled out of the way.
The remaining two ropes holding the log were cut as the battering ram smashed through the wall. The log flew towards the spot Lay had previously occupied. It slid across the floor before hitting the wall. The ram kept going back and forth, while slowing down, before finally coming to a stop.
Lay turned to Fergie, who was looking at her with an impressed look on her face. Lay was breathing hard.
"For a minute there, I was beginning to think a giant statue had come to life like in Tomb Raider." She giggled and shook her head in disbelief.
"Nope. I got it. Let's g-" Fergie was cut off as gunfire erupted, once again, in the tomb. All three girls ducked for cover. "Oh holy shit!" Fergie yelled out, covering her head as stone fell around them. "How do we get out?" Fergie asked. Jezzie looked up at where the log used to be. The crawlspace was still there and luckily, there were 'steps' in the wall so they could climb up. Jezzie turned back to Fergie.
"You have the most ammo. Cover us. We'll climb up into the hole, and then cover you as you climb." Jezzie said quickly. She cursed as a good sized piece of stone hit her arm and then fell to the floor. Fergie nodded. She turned to the edge and started firing. Lay and Jezzie started running to the wall. As they reached the wall, Fergie had to back away from the edge and take her empty clips out and replace them with two new ones. She returned to the edge as a bullet grazed her leg. She cursed and kept shooting.
Bullets still grazed both girls as they reached the wall and started climbing. A bullet grazed Lay's arm and leg. The one in her arm was deep and she cried out in pain and struggled to keep climbing. As Jezzie started to pull herself into the crawlspace behind Lay, a bullet hit Jezzie's back. It skimmed across, what Jezzie could have sworn was her vertebrae, and then exited out. She collapsed in pain, ignoring the treasures around her. Lay quickly provided cover fire for Fergie and shouted for her to come.
Half a minute later, a bloody Fergie climbed through the hole.
"You ok?" Fergie asked. Jezzie carefully stood up.
"I can still feel my legs. I'll live." She looked Fergie over as Fergie took out the empty clips and put her last two in. "You?" Fergie looked at her.
"I've been better." It was then Lay and Jezzie realized how much treasure was around them. If it hadn't been for the bullets that pounded the walls, they would have picked something up. The three girls climbed onto the battering ram and then up into the hole it had made. As they made their way across the ceiling, gunfire tore through the floor around them. The girls ran the rest of the way. When they were about a foot away, Fergie started firing at the whole and made it big enough for the girls to fit through. A bullet grazed Fergie's leg and then arm as she struggled to climb through the hole.
Once all three girls were on the roof, they headed towards the back. Luckily for them, there were trees around.
"We'll have to climb down and then go through the woods." Fergie said. The other two girls nodded. After they all holstered their weapons, they made their way down the trees. Gingerly.
Oh so gingerly.
Moans and groans escaped from all girls as tree limbs and leaves brushed across fresh wounds. Lay was the last to climb down. She carefully jumped down and smoothed her pants out. Her pants were like Swiss cheese, riddled with bullet holes. Though luckily, only a few of the bullets had actually connected with skin.
Lay started to follow Jezzie and Fergie as they headed to the jungle. Lay stopped as she heard a sound.
"Wait!" She called out. Fergie and Jezzie stopped at the edge of the jungle and turned to her. They watched as she looked around. Then Lay heard it again. Someone had put a clip into their gun. Lay turned back to Jezzie and Fergie, a look of horror on her face.
"RUN!" She shouted. All three girls took off into the jungle as gunfire erupted behind them. They followed no trail as they searched for a good sign. They jumped over fallen tree limbs and animal holes. Lay hurried past Jezzie and Fergie as bullets ripped past her. Lay hurried towards the sound of rushing water, as far way as it seemed. Lay smiled as she realized she was getting closer. As she jumped over another fallen tree limb, she struggled to stop as she reached the edge of a cliff.
Fergie came up next to her a minute later and sighed as she managed to stop before going over.
"This sucks." Fergie muttered, bullets still flying past them.
"It's like Tomb Raider with a twisted...twist." Lay said. A bullet whizzed past her ear and she leaned closer to Fergie, away from it. She started to turn as Jezzie finally reached them. A bullet going through her shoulder had slowed her down.
"Who cares? Just JUMP!" She spat out. She pushed them with her as she jumped. She kicked her legs as she realized what she just did. "HOLY FUCK!" She screamed as they went over the 20 something foot drop. Fergie and Lay let out a high pitched scream as they got closer and closer to the river beneath them.
Oh please, oh please let it be deep, Lay prayed as the finally crashed into the water. The cold water felt good momentarily after spending a day sweating. The girls went down eight or so feet before their feet finally hit bottom. Jezzie pushed against the ground and swam towards the top. All three girls came up sputtering. Lay turned to Jezzie, glaring, bloody water all around them.
"Are you crazy?" She screamed. Jezzie raised her eyebrows.
"What? Did you plan on climbing down?" Jezzie replied angrily. Lay continued to glare at her while she tried to stay above water. Jezzie moved to where she was on her back and rolled her eyes. "Relax Lay. We're alive." She said as she closed her eyes and floated downstream. Lay sighed angrily and grabbed onto a nearby tree limb. Fergie had mimicked Jezzie and was lying on her back, ignoring her friend's quick and pointless argument.
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Fergie, Lay, and Jezzie pulled them out of the river with some difficulty. They had just spent the last half hour or so, floating down the river. They stood on the pier, soaking wet, as the passing Cambodians stared at them.
"What a pleasant way to travel." Lay muttered as she pulled leaves out of her hair.
"Get over it, will ya?" Jezzie said as they started walking towards their hotel. Jezzie was looking forward to soaking in a hot bath and getting clean clothes on.
"No, I won't. You pushed me off a 20-something-cliff!" Lay said angrily. Fergie paid no attention to her friends as they argued. She was too busy pinching a small cut on her arm. She pushed blood out, and then wiped it away. She kept doing it until it stopped bleeding.
"You stopped! Geez, you act like I killed ya!" Jezzie said as they finally reached the hotel. Jezzie and Lay stopped in front of Jezzie's door while Fergie continued onto her room.
"I'm flying to Amsterdam tomorrow." She called out without looking back. Jezzie and Lay looked at each other.
"We still on for Berlin?" Jezzie asked, forgetting about the argument they just had. Lay nodded.
"Most definitely." She replied. With a smile, she turned and headed for her room, surprised she could even walk. As soon as we get to Berlin, Lay said as she walked into her room, I'm going to a doctor.