Rogue Agent. Chapter three.
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The steel tap tap of Richard Moore's footsteps followed him down the long corridor. Doors passing by him quickly as he marched smugly down to the Doctor's office. When he reacher the door he needed, he paused to shuffle his blue tie and flick lint off his black suit. Satisfied with that Richard Moore rapped smartly on the door.
The person who opened it wore a dull pink lab coat which had once been white, except years of bloody experiments had dyed it. The woman (for it was a woman) had black hair tied back in a loose pony tail and wore thick rimmed glasses on her pale face. She didn't say a word as she stepped aside to let Moore into her laboratory, just glared at him.
"Ah, Kison, I'm here to, ah, check up on your progress." Moore anounced in a business like manner. Dr Kison shut the door and followed him, shuffling quickly across the tiled floor.
"This way." Kison didn't even acknowledge if Moore was following as she shuffled through the labs, and into an office at the end. Moore stared after her, then smirked and followed.
"How is the drug holding out?" He asked as he seated himself in one of Kison's chairs at her desk. Kison sat down at the opposite side of the desk.
"The recent tests I performed last night proved to be the biggest break through we have had yet. Number 76932 became stable after three doses, our quickest time yet. Although that may have been because he was of a light build and already agreed to most of our agendas. We are looking forward to our next specimen…When did you say it's arriving?" Kison eyed him over her large glasses. Moore took a while to answer her, as he wondered what she meant.
"Specimen? Oh you mean the new Agent! Taylor should be bringing him in soon, provided he doesn't run into any obstacles. He snatched the Agent from the legendary League of Extraordinar-"
"I know who it is friends with! Why do you think I was so eager to have it as our next Agent." Dr Kison cut him off brusquely.
"So, you'll have the drug ready for him then?" he asked curiously. Kison nodded as she stepped smartly to the door and held it open.
"Of course. I have every single part of the operation organised already. When Agent Sawyer gets here, we can waste no time in converting him to our side. As no doubt Agent 76504 - or Taylor as you call it – will lead them right here." Moore pulled himself off the chair, his meetings with Dr Kison never did last long, as she quickly ran out of patience with him.
As soon as Richard Moore was out of the laboratories and Kison's sight he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. Opening it he pulled out an old faded photograph of two boys.
"I'll finish what you started James, don't you worry about that."
Torment. The first word that sprung to mind regarding Tom's situation. Torment and agony. Agony because of the seering pain that shot through his shoulder every time his kidnapper took a long stride. Torment at the blinding light that burned his eyes, aggravated his pounding headache but yet he couldn't see anything but the ground. Tom had been shot before, it hurt like hell the first time, but this? This was much much worse!
He had been slung over Taylor's shoulder as he was too weak and stubborn to walk to his doom. The Agent had growled, and, faster than Tom could comprehend, strode the short distance towards him and brought the barrel of his Winchester down on the back of his head.
Tom had awoken a short time later, though he wished he hadn't, and had been awed at the unnatural capabilities his kidnapper posessed. They were on the rooftops of London, and Tom presumed that the distances between them were about 7 or 8 feet. Yet the Agent had sailed over them easily, plus with the weight of Tom on his back.
Nothing could describe the extraordinary feats Taylor performed, he had been running for a few hours straight, and wasn't even breathless or showing any signs of fatigue. Something which Tom cursed more than anything, as every other step caused him severe pain. He wasn't sure how much more he could take…
Taylor leapt effortlessly over another building, the landing jolting Tom and throwing his head back. After hours of staring at the blurry moving floor he welcomed the glimpse of the rising sun. They were moving towards the outskirts of London, from what he could tell. The tightly packed buildings were growing further and further apart, and he glimpsed one or two trees.
Unexpectedly, Taylor stopped running. For which Tom was thankful. He was heaved on the Agent's shoulder and dropped onto the ground. With a groan of pain he rolled over and took a long look at his kidnapper. Taylor had a tanned face, with strong American cheekbones and dark bushy eyebrows. His hair, from what Tom could see below the hat, was black and curly. His hazel eyes were cold and unemotional, the eyes of a man who lived an unfeeling life.
Taylor sat on the edge of a rooftop and pulled something out of his pocket. Tom saw that it was a syringe with a bright blue mixture in it. His kidnapper rolled up his sleeve and injected it into his arm, opposite his elbow. Tom realised the distraction and tested his mobility.
His right shoulder throbbed and sent pulsing waves of pain when he tried to move his arm, and his cheekbone had swollen up considerably. Tom grimaced at the pain, his legs were in good working order, he measured the distance it would take from his spot to the ladders that must lead off the roof, and how long it would take to climb down with one arm.
Worrying a little at how low the chances were of pulling this feat off Tom half shrugged it off with a splash of American optimism. Anything was better than not attempting.
He scrambled to his feet and lightly jogged to the edge of the roof, eyes on his capturer at all times. Upon reaching the ladder Tom cast another furtive look at Taylor, who was preoccupied with the after effects of whatever he injected. The League member quickly and silently slid off the roof and onto the ladder, taking a great effort not to move his right arm.
Inch by inch Tom climbed down. Knowing that any second now his rescuer could realise his disappearence fueled him against any second thoughts. Amazingly he got to the floor without being recaptured, Tom grinned and turned around, ready to finish his escape…
And faced Taylor.
Thoughts were rushing through Mina's head like a forest fire. Quartermain was alive! But what had happened to Tom? She watched the aging man jog in front of her, following the great beast Hyde, who was in turn following the sweet scent of Sawyers blood.
Why hadn't Quartermain done anything to tell them he wasn't dead? It had been 4 months since, she knew for a fact that Tom had torn himself up inside about the hunter's death. Although, she sensed something different about the leader of the League… A feeling of worry, as she noted the increasing lines on his care worn face. Their leader seemed so much older than he was before. This concerned Mina.
Hyde stopped running, allowing Allan and Mina to catch up with him.
"What is it?" Allan asked, out of breath. Hyde sniffed the air then turned to answer.
"They took to the rooftops, for a while it seems. I think you had best follow from down here, I shall tell you if I find anything." Mina nodded, eyes locked on the doctor as he leapt onto the roof and continued running, his huge arms swinging from side to side.
Mine allowed herself to switch to her bat forms, so she could switch from rooftops back to Quartermain, keeping sure that he was heading in the right way. About an hour of keeping like this, Mina noted that Quartermain was looking very flushed. He needed to stop running. She flew back up to Hyde to tell him to rest for a while when she found that he already had.
About to question the reason, Mina suddenly reeled from the strong scent of blood. Tom's blood.
"You might want to get Quartermain. He will no doubt want to know." Hyde told her. Mina leant over the edge of the roof and whistled to Allan, signalling that they had found something.
He clambered up a nearby fire exit onto the roof, panting and gulping deep breaths.
"You found something?" He questioned, not having noticed the pool of blood in the centre, near to some rubbish. Mind didn't say anything. Just looked towards Tom's blood. Allan followed her gaze and gasped.
"Toms?" Hyde nodded. Allan walked over to the blood, and knelt by the side.
"There is another scent in the blood, the same as where we found Tom's pistol." Mina told him, Allan smiled a little.
"Tom won't go down without a fight. Typical…" He trailed off, having noticed a white sheet of paper, stuffed part way under the rubbish. He reached over and pulled it out.
Mina and Hyde watched curiously as Allans face paled, his hand clasped tightly on the paper.
"What is it Mr Q?" Mina asked quietly. Allan didn't acknowledge her.
"He was right. My god he was right. We need to find Sawyer quickly!" Allan stood up, and finally noticed Mina and Hyde's questioning looks. He handed the letter over to Mina who read it out loud, both for her benefit and Hyde's.
Agent Taylor,
As you are no doubt aware Project Rogue Agent needs new recruits for it to work. We have found a new Agent who will undoubtedly be invalueable to our cause. Special Agent Thomas Sawyer from the American Secret Service has been classified as R.A after his departure to remain with the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. This will no doubt be the most difficult collection mission you will undertake, as Sawyer will have the League with him at all times.
You will collect him in London, get attention to yourself and our other Agent will make sure the League arrive. There is a checkpoint at the docks on East London, make sure you are there with Sawyer, without being followed. We cannot let the League know of our existence before we are ready for them.
Various methods of persuasion are allowed to make Sawyer cooperate, just do not kill him.
Finally, to aid you in your task we will provide two doses of BM.
Do not fail us.
R. Moore.
Mina stared at the letter in her hand. It was all planned! They were here for Sawyer and the League practically gave them to him! Rushes of guilt swept through Mina as she remembered pairing Sawyer and Skinner together to search the streets. She should have known that they would separate! Her hair started to grow wavy and her eyes began tinting red.
Allan sighed, he stared at the pool of blood and wondered about the "various methods of persuasion." He didn't know what to do next. They'd lost Tom! Lost him to ruthless inhuman Agents. He sat back down and stared into space.
"Quartermain. It's not over yet. We can still catch the Agent at the docks, if we hurry and not sit moping." Hyde interjected. Mina raised an eyebrow at him, knowing that that was Jekyll talking.
"The docks aren't too far away from here, but, how long will your potion last Hyde?" Mina replied.
"I have another vial in my pocket… I think we should use the Nemomobile though, we'll be quicker" Hyde added seeing Mina's subtle nod in Allan's direction.
"I do not need some automobile to get around!" Quartermain roared, realising what Mina was implying. "If Sawyer is in danger we need to go now! And not what around for Nemo."
"Ah now Mr Quartermain, you will not have to wait around for me. I am already here." Nemo's voice drifted up to the roof. Mina smiled at the timely arrival. Then together the three climbed/jumped/flew down off the roof.
Nemo was waiting in his Nemomobile, a trench coat and trilby beside him.
"Heh, thankful that one of us had a bit of foresight!" Skinner said proudly. Everyone ignored him.
"I may not be as quick a driver as Sawyer but I created this car so I should be able to drive it farely well. Where are we headed?" Nema asked.
"The eastern docks. Hurry!" Mina told him. They all piled into the car and Nemo set off.
Sorry about the wait. I kept on questioning whether my writing was any good, and couldn't write. This is the third attempt at this chapter and personally I don't think it is good.
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