Burke walked in.
"Good job. Let me take a whack at it."
James moved and Walter sat down.
"What you want to do to get to the point, is ask more direct questions. Are you, Kelly Elizabeth Robinson, a part of the CIA?"
"Yes."
"True. Do you know about a covert operation called ICE-9?"
"Yes."
"True. Are you a part of ICE-9?"
"Yes."
"True. Is it true that before your father, Samuel Robinson, dissapeared, he helped create ICE-9?"
"Yes."
"True. See? To get more informative answers, you have to ask more direct questions. Step down Agent Robinson."
"Thanks Burke."
"Today we'll be doing survailance and tailing. When you are doing tailing, you have to stay close enough to the person, to be able to tell what they're doing but not so close that you look obvious. When you are doing, survailance stay close to the person that you are watching."
Burke sent us out to the field in to begin the lesson. Each of us were in pairs and I was the only instructer in the field. I was paired up with James, Layla with Zach, and etc. "Come on Kel. This looks like a good place to duck."
We ducked into this alley type thing. A van pulled up and a bunch of guys in black sweatsuits and guns jumped out. One grabbed me and a couple grabbed James.
"Kelly!"
"James!"
We were blindfolded and thrown into the truck. When we arrived at the destination, which later turned out to be 'the farm', James and I were seperated and thrown into different rooms. "Ms. Robinson, I see that you're quite the fighter. You're just like your father."
"HEY! Don't even bring my father into this!"
"Well, your boyfriend, is quite the fighter also. He's been asking for you. Ya know, Ms. Robinson, we may have to make your boyfriend pay for his hits."
"YOU LAY A FINGER ON HIM, I SWEAR..."
"You swear what?"
"I'll make sure you never see the light of living day. Nobody, and I don't care who you are or what you do, hurts the people I love. Got it?"
"Whatever."
"Let me see him."
"No."
"LET ME SEE HIM!!"
"NO!!"
The main guy knocked me half-way across the room.
The men left. Back with James.
"Your girlfriend is quite the fighter."
"Don't you touch her!"
"Well, she started asking for you but then we had to shut her up."
"LAY A FINGER ON HER, I SWEAR....."
"Swear what?"
"I'll make sure you never see the light of living day. Nobody, and I don't care who you are, messes with the people I love."
"Your father would be proud."
"HEY! Don't say his name! Do not bring my father into this."
"Whatever."
The guy hit James. Meanwhile, in my room I was trying to find a way out.
"Come on! There's a way out of everything."
I kicked a wall and slid to the ground.
"GOD DAMNIT! COME ON, KELLY! GET A GRIP! TAKE CONTROL OF THE SITUATION!"
I composed myself, then stood up.
"JAMES! JAMES?"
The same guy from before and a couple of others came into the room.
"Hello Ms. Robinson."
The bodyguard guys tied me to a chair.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"No can do, sweetheart."
"Don't even."
"Don't what?"
"Just stay the hell away from me."
He ended up beating the crap out of me.
"What are the names of your instructors?"
"Bob, is the big fat guy, then there's Jim, the tall, lanky, guy. There's another guy, but I can't remember his name."
"Cute. Smart-ass."
He hit me. HARD.
"I'll speak to you later, Robinson."
The men untied me then they all left.
"JAMES! James, please. God, please don't hurt him, please."
I knew that if these guys could take me down, and I'm an experienced CIA officer, that James was in serious trouble. I sat for a couple more hours. The doors opened and the main guy came in. I got ready to fight this guy. His bodyguard guys came in each holding one of James' arms. He had a blindfold on so that he couldn't see anything and he had a gag so he couldn't say anything.
"Ms. Robinson,"
James started screaming something which you couldn't make out because of the gag.
"Please let him go."
"How about we take the gag out?"
They took the gag out.
"Thank god, Kelly. Are you okay?"
"I guess. Are you okay?"
"Good as can be expected."
"If you promise to be good, we can take the blindfold off."
They did. I had a black eye, split lip, a bloody nose, and a cut on my forehead. James had about the same.
"Damn Kelly. What the hell happened?"
"Ms. Robinson, here, decided to be a smart ass and not tell us her instructors. But even before that, she refused to spend quality time in a nice, cold, shower."
"and I always will."
"Do you promise not to hurt her anymore?"
"James, what the hell are you doing?"
"In exchange for the name of your instructor, I promise not to hurt her anymore."
"James, don't do it. Don't do it."
"Good job. Let me take a whack at it."
James moved and Walter sat down.
"What you want to do to get to the point, is ask more direct questions. Are you, Kelly Elizabeth Robinson, a part of the CIA?"
"Yes."
"True. Do you know about a covert operation called ICE-9?"
"Yes."
"True. Are you a part of ICE-9?"
"Yes."
"True. Is it true that before your father, Samuel Robinson, dissapeared, he helped create ICE-9?"
"Yes."
"True. See? To get more informative answers, you have to ask more direct questions. Step down Agent Robinson."
"Thanks Burke."
"Today we'll be doing survailance and tailing. When you are doing tailing, you have to stay close enough to the person, to be able to tell what they're doing but not so close that you look obvious. When you are doing, survailance stay close to the person that you are watching."
Burke sent us out to the field in to begin the lesson. Each of us were in pairs and I was the only instructer in the field. I was paired up with James, Layla with Zach, and etc. "Come on Kel. This looks like a good place to duck."
We ducked into this alley type thing. A van pulled up and a bunch of guys in black sweatsuits and guns jumped out. One grabbed me and a couple grabbed James.
"Kelly!"
"James!"
We were blindfolded and thrown into the truck. When we arrived at the destination, which later turned out to be 'the farm', James and I were seperated and thrown into different rooms. "Ms. Robinson, I see that you're quite the fighter. You're just like your father."
"HEY! Don't even bring my father into this!"
"Well, your boyfriend, is quite the fighter also. He's been asking for you. Ya know, Ms. Robinson, we may have to make your boyfriend pay for his hits."
"YOU LAY A FINGER ON HIM, I SWEAR..."
"You swear what?"
"I'll make sure you never see the light of living day. Nobody, and I don't care who you are or what you do, hurts the people I love. Got it?"
"Whatever."
"Let me see him."
"No."
"LET ME SEE HIM!!"
"NO!!"
The main guy knocked me half-way across the room.
The men left. Back with James.
"Your girlfriend is quite the fighter."
"Don't you touch her!"
"Well, she started asking for you but then we had to shut her up."
"LAY A FINGER ON HER, I SWEAR....."
"Swear what?"
"I'll make sure you never see the light of living day. Nobody, and I don't care who you are, messes with the people I love."
"Your father would be proud."
"HEY! Don't say his name! Do not bring my father into this."
"Whatever."
The guy hit James. Meanwhile, in my room I was trying to find a way out.
"Come on! There's a way out of everything."
I kicked a wall and slid to the ground.
"GOD DAMNIT! COME ON, KELLY! GET A GRIP! TAKE CONTROL OF THE SITUATION!"
I composed myself, then stood up.
"JAMES! JAMES?"
The same guy from before and a couple of others came into the room.
"Hello Ms. Robinson."
The bodyguard guys tied me to a chair.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"No can do, sweetheart."
"Don't even."
"Don't what?"
"Just stay the hell away from me."
He ended up beating the crap out of me.
"What are the names of your instructors?"
"Bob, is the big fat guy, then there's Jim, the tall, lanky, guy. There's another guy, but I can't remember his name."
"Cute. Smart-ass."
He hit me. HARD.
"I'll speak to you later, Robinson."
The men untied me then they all left.
"JAMES! James, please. God, please don't hurt him, please."
I knew that if these guys could take me down, and I'm an experienced CIA officer, that James was in serious trouble. I sat for a couple more hours. The doors opened and the main guy came in. I got ready to fight this guy. His bodyguard guys came in each holding one of James' arms. He had a blindfold on so that he couldn't see anything and he had a gag so he couldn't say anything.
"Ms. Robinson,"
James started screaming something which you couldn't make out because of the gag.
"Please let him go."
"How about we take the gag out?"
They took the gag out.
"Thank god, Kelly. Are you okay?"
"I guess. Are you okay?"
"Good as can be expected."
"If you promise to be good, we can take the blindfold off."
They did. I had a black eye, split lip, a bloody nose, and a cut on my forehead. James had about the same.
"Damn Kelly. What the hell happened?"
"Ms. Robinson, here, decided to be a smart ass and not tell us her instructors. But even before that, she refused to spend quality time in a nice, cold, shower."
"and I always will."
"Do you promise not to hurt her anymore?"
"James, what the hell are you doing?"
"In exchange for the name of your instructor, I promise not to hurt her anymore."
"James, don't do it. Don't do it."