The Great Escape

Jade, Andy and Yorrkie waited in the airport, the two men on either side of their non-official hostage. Jade crossed and un crossed her legs in an anxious manner, fidgeting endlessly. Finally, after about ten minutes of almost non-stop motion, Yorkkie turned to her and with a gruff, harsh voice, he barked: "What in God's name is ya problem, lass?"

"Ah gotta piss," she said flat out, looking at the two men, who were more than partially taken aback. Proper English women didn't say things like that, they didn't say "piss" either. What they had to remember, and what finally did come back to them, was that she was a) not proper and b) not English. Never English.

"'Old it."

"Fer tha whole plane ride? Fuck that. Cruel and unusual punishment. Ya make meh do that, an' Ah'll tell mah lawyer all about tha chair an' this whole thin', since Ah've been thinking..." she smirked at the two men, her head twisting to look at Andy, and then back at Yorkkie. "Neithah of ya blokes are 'ere officially. Ya canna arrest meh on American soil. Tha's wha Ah'm not in 'an'cuffs." She smiled, proud of herself for figuring it out.

"What are you sain'?" Andy asked, tired of all these games, not only Jade's, but just the games in general, the bull shit with Castle, Yorkkie's "interrogation". All of it was starting to bore him.

"If ya let meh go tha washroom 'ere, Ah'll say ya caught meh right in downtown London, gettin' on a plane ta NYC. Ah won't say ya abused me or mah rights."

"'ow do you know we can trust ya?"

"Ya don't. But some chance is bettah than a pink slip, I'd suppose?" She smiled, a wicked red smile. She was still dressed up as Barbara Castle, in the skirt and pink top, all dolled out with some bruises showing on her thighs. She had been given Andy's over coat to keep the public eye from her bruises, she was already suspicious enough.

"Fine, but Andy'll be waitin' right outside, dun take too long." Yorkkie crossed his arms over his broad chest and sank back, deep into the chair. He was not pleased, but she had a point, since they weren't officially in the US, they couldn't place her under arrest and since they couldn't do that, they technically had no real leverage to get her to do what they wanted her to do other than force, which she could then turn around soon as they got her to London. Indeed, this whole operation had turned into one career risking manoeuver after another.

Jade and Andy stood up and he held her by the elbow, an attempt to make it look like they were newly weds, or at least enjoying each other's company, while still being able to control where she goes.

"So, wha's a good guy like ya doin' wi' tha' trash Yorkkie?" Jade asked Andy as they followed the washroom signs towards their destination. She smiled at him, offering up a gentle curve on those red lips that had seduced many an Irish boy, and English for that matter.

" 'e's a friend of th' family," Andy said, harshly pushing her towards the door. Her smile caught him off guard and he saw what Yorkkie had warned him about. Even battered, without food or sleep, she could turn the charm on with a flick of a switch. "Jus' do ya business an' make it quick."

"Ah, ya're no fun," she said with a mock pout, her eyelashes batting at the dark skinned officer as she opened his coat a little, reminding him of her curves and her exploitive attire. She turned and smirked, looking at him over her shoulder. "Ah'll see ya latah, sugah," she winked and disappeared behind the door.

Andy leaned against the wall and sighed, his eyes drifting closed for a moment. Much like Jade, Yorkkie and Frank, he hadn't gotten much sleep in the last few days either. He had been taking his turns watching Peter and Jade, and the two shifts took a lot of time from his life, eating and sleep had fallen to the way-side.

A McDonald's was located right across from the ladies' room and the smell was intoxicating to Andy. He realized now that he hadn't had much to eat his entire trip here. "A second or two'nt 'urt..." he mused to himself as he crossed the walk way, led on by the lure of a delicious Big Mac.

It didn't take him very long to get his burger, or to cross back to in front of the women's washroom. He had kept his eye on the door the whole time, and only one woman had walked out, and she did not bear any resemblance to Jade. She was older, carrying a baby in her arms, and slightly larger than the former red haired woman.

He munched on his burger, leaning against the wall near the door. Another woman walked in, her eyes lingering on Andy for a while, wondering just what was the man doing loitering around the woman's washroom. She had just pushed through the door, it hadn't even closed yet, and she let out a blood curdling scream.

Andy burst through the door and received a simular scream, though more shocked than terrified. What he saw was what he knew would have happened. A woman lay, unconscious, with her child beside her missing it's blanket. The woman was wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties. Vendetta had struck again.

"Oh fuck," he swore, dropping the rest of his Big Mac right on the floor as he burst back out of the door and ran back to where Yorkkie was now asleep in his chair.

"Yorkkie! Wake up!" Andy shouted at the man, a worried tone in his voice. "She's gone. She escaped!"

"Oh fuck."