Wow, it's been a while since I've updated, sorry about that. I've been busy. Anyways, here's chapter six, hope you like it, and if you don't, feel free to let me know why. I accept anonymous reviews, so you guys don't have any excuse to not review! Thanks!
Amy: Tony saving Michelle's life was kinda cool, huh? I will keep writing after this, but I'm thinking of doing a s2 T/M story, I'll let you know what it's about once this fic is over, and you can tell me what you think.
HelloKitty87: Sorry for the long wait, even though you made it clear that you wanted a quick update, but I've had TONS of dance rehearsals, we have a show coming up, so I didn't have much time, but don't worry, here it is.
Chapter 6 – You have a Hacksaw?
Michelle's POV
We heard the click of a gun and a familiar voice say, "Not so fast."
I turned around and gasped, immediately recognizing who it was, "Bill?" I asked in disbelief.
"You were the mole?" Tony asked, in equal disbelief. There in front of us, Bill stood with a gun pointed at us.
"Put the gun down," he replied calmly. Tony and I exchanged glances and put our guns down.
"And your phones," he said, and we complied.
"Hands up," he said, looking down at Smith's dead body.
"The satellite images, the attack being signaled, it was all you!" Tony exclaimed, the anger evident in his eyes.
Bill remained silent as he searched Smith's body, gun still pointed at us.
"Bill?" I started, "Is this really you, do you really want to do this?" I asked softly and nicely. "I mean, all those people, Bill, it's wrong…"
"Shut up!" He yelled, taking me by surprise. "You don't know anything about what's right and especially about what's wrong!"
Tony and I stood there, silent and confused. I still couldn't believe that Bill was behind all of this. All this time we were looking for a mole, but Bill? I couldn't believe it.
Gun still pointed at us, he picked up his cell phone.
"Yes…" he said into the phone, "I ran into a bit of a problem. My cover is blown, don't worry, only two agents. Yes, I'll get rid of them…," with that he looked up at us. "Yes, but I want to get a bit of information out of them first. They used Smith to permanently turn off the vial….. It's no problem; we'll simply take this one and use the other one and go to plan B. ….. Alright, then, bye." And he hung up.
"You guys are coming with me," he said, and walked us out to the car with his gun still pointed at us.
We headed out of the airport and walked to a van with several men in it, and the last thing I remember is everything suddenly going black.
Jack's POV
This is the third time I've called them both and still no avail. It's not like Tony or Michelle to turn their phones off like that; they said they'd meet me at the gate where I landed the plane.
It took forever to explain to the pilot and passengers that I was a Federal Agent and that this wasn't a real terrorist attack. So I called some back-up teams from CTU and explained everything that had happened and closed the area.
But now, just when I thought everything had gone according to plan, Tony and Michelle were not to be seen.
So I headed over to the vent where they were at and I saw their cell phones lying on the ground, along with their guns and two-ways. "What the hell?" I asked.
I immediately dialed Curtis, who was with the teams trying to calm people down. "Manning," he said.
"Curtis, I need you to send teams out looking for Tony and Michelle, they're not here." I said.
"I thought you said that they contained the vial and were on their way to meet you at the gate?" he replied.
"Yeah, they were, but apparently someone got to them first."
"But the only way someone could have known they were there was if they were…"
"If they were a mole…" I finished. This was our guy. "Curtis, who's missing form CTU right now?"
"Let me check the records…." Then he suddenly went quiet.
"Curtis?"
"Bill," he replied, "it's Bill."
Bill? That definitely wasn't what I was expecting. "When's the last time he was seen?"
"He was said to have gone back to Division for a phone meeting."
"And no one has seen him since?"
"Yeah," Curtis replied.
"What vehicle is missing from the department?"
"Let me check the records… a black SUV with the license plate of 2HD88CK. It was found in the parking lot, completely empty. He must have switched vehicles."
"Alright, monitor the satellite images and see if you find anything." And I hung up. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed.
Tony's POV
I remember waking up with something rather soft underneath me and realized that it was hay.
I looked around and saw that we were in a deserted, wooden, barn with piles of hay everywhere. And I saw besides me, a sleeping and unconscious Michelle, hair let loose and slightly in her face.
Without waking Michelle up, I immediately headed for the door. It was locked. I checked for windows and holes and other forms of exits but I found nothing. "Damn!" I muttered.
This woke Michelle up as she slowly and groggily rubbed her eyes and brushed the hay out of her hair. This was the first time I actually saw her hair let down without her curls. I didn't like it.
I mean it was still pretty, very. But her curls, they made her look soft, gentle. Her straight hair made her look cold and distant, something she's not, or at least wasn't.
"What the hell?" she asked, looking around, "Where are we?"
"Some deserted barn, probably, maybe they're holding us here." I said, sitting down next to her. It was then I noticed a large bruise on the side of her face.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the side of her face.
"Oh," she replied, softly touching the bruise, "it's where Smith had hit me. It's no big deal."
"Are you sure?" I asked, taking a better look at the bruise, "It looks pretty bad." I touched the side of her face with the bruise.
She quickly pulled back at my touch, and seeing my hurt and disappointment from this, she hesitated and saying, "Um, uh, it's, uh, sensitive to touch…" she said, lightly grasping the side of her face where my fingers had just been.
With that, the door opened and a few men with guns appeared. One was carrying a laptop and one had a taser gun.
"Put that over there, Jordan," one of the men said. He looked like the main leader. He was average height, black hair, about 30, maybe 35 years old and looked like one of those high school sweethearts.
He sat down right in front of us, gun in hand. "Let me get this straight," he said, "Tony Almeida, ex-director of CTU, and Michelle Dessler, ex-wife."
I was wondering how he knew that until he laughed for a second and said, reading my thoughts, "I read about you guys, it's in your file."
He continued, "And the irony of it all is that he sacrificed everything to save your life." I could see Michelle look away from the corner of my eye as he said that. "Interesting, very interesting."
There were two men on either side of us, one holding a gun to Michelle's head and one holding a gun to mine, which prevented either one us of from moving.
"Tie them up," he ordered.
Once our hands and feet were bound with ropes tightly, we were placed about five ten feet from each other and the men were still holding guns to our heads and we were sitting on stacks of hay while Marwan's man sat on a chair in front of us the way Jack Bauer would do when he's interrogating someone.
"Which one should we question, James?" one of the other men, I think it was Jordan, asked the leader.
"It's Mr. Lenten to you," James Lenten said, "and I'll handle the questioning."
He turned back to us, and said, "Now, you see, as you already know, I had an insider, Bill Buchanan." The minute he said the words "had an insider", I knew exactly where this was going.
"You see, he made a mistake, and that was you guys ever finding the vial at the airport. So he got what he deserved, a bullet in his head. But our little problem is that it wasn't until after we killed him we realized that we needed access to CTU logs. But you see, Bill is dead, so we can't get that access, that is, unless you two are kind enough to help us out."
He scooted closer to Michelle and continued, "but of course, if you don't give us what we want, we'll only have to force it out of you."
My eyes immediately ran to the guy with the taser gun and just looking at it made me cringe.
Now Lenten was sitting so close to Michelle that they're faces were inches apart, her glare piercing cold. I hated him being so close to her; it just sent shivers down my spine.
"But it does seem a shame," he said, fingers stroking her face, with Michelle struggling in her ropes, trying to get away from his reach, "to hurt something, so beautiful."
The rest of the goons simply nodded in agreement with piteous smirks on their faces and a few gave a small hoot.
"Go to hell," she replied, looking Lenten in the eye, not a hint of fear in her eyes or voice, but instead a hint of steel.
Lenten simply smiled and said while unzipping her jacket, "Well, what do we have here? Fire and ice, I see. I like it."
"Leave her alone," I demanded, Michelle unable to do anything but struggle, because of the ropes tied around her.
"Shut up!" he yelled. He rode his hand up her chest, and she struggled even more, saying through gritted teeth, "Get away from me!"
"Let her go!" I yelled, pulling and throwing myself around in the chair with the ropes restraining me.
"Will somebody shut this guy up, for me?" Lenten demanded. With that, two of the men got up, one tied a sash around mouth and the other struck my face with he butt of his gun, and then held the gun pointed at me.
All I could do was struggle and watch in vain. But fortunately, his cell phone rang only seconds later. He sighed, let go of Michelle, and picked it up. "Yeah," he answered.
"No, I haven't gotten access to the CTU logs yet, yeah I know…. I was just playing around…. Don't worry, you'll get it, alright? Bye."
He hung up and turned to Michelle and said, "Sorry sweetie, but I have to get that information out of you, we can play later." He smirked. She shot him a piercing glare and then looked over in my direction.
"Now, what is the access code for the CTU logs?" he asked her, his face still inches from hers.
Of course, Michelle sat there quietly, not uttering a word.
"Boss," one of the henchmen said, "should we get rid of this Almeida guy? He was rehired on a provisional basis; he wouldn't know this kind of classified information."
"Actually, you know what? You just gave me an idea. Tanner? The taser, please," Lenten said.
"What are you going to do with it?" Tanner asked.
"We're gonna use it on Almeida here," he said, with a huge smirk on his face.
I gulped. "But I don't get it. Why him?"
"Because," he continued, "Dessler is immune to the virus, we need her alive and well."
"You want her to do our dirty work for us?"
"Exactly. In the meantime, the more she resists telling us the access codes, the more Almeida will get the beating." The smirk on his face got wider, "get the taser."
I swallowed hard, and Michelle and I exchanged glances. I shot her a look telling her not to tell them anything, and I know she understood, but guessing by her unsure expression, I wasn't sure if she'd comply.
Michelle's POV
I squeezed my eyes shut I saw them take another swing at Tony with the taser gun. I heard him let out a small yell of pain which made me feel even worse.
"Stop it! Stop!" I yelled. I didn't know what to do. If I gave them access to CTU logs, then I'd practically be giving them access to blow up the country, but on the other hand, I didn't know how much more Tony could take.
Lenten put the gun down and came closer to me. "Are you going to tell us this time, or are we going to have to kill him before you come to your senses?"
I looked over to Tony, and he shook his head, indicating to me that I shouldn't tell him. "It's, uh," I started, "it's, um…." God, help me, anything to stall time.
Just then, Lenten's phone rang. Did I call that or what? Tony and I let out a sigh of relief as frustration flashed across Lenten's face.
He fished out his phone and answered, "Yeah?"
Again, the volume was so high on his phone, that we could hear Marwan on the other end.
"Lenten, you fool!" Marwan yelled. "You picked out the wrong barn!"
Lenten stood up, gestured for one of his henchmen to watch us, then started pacing the barn. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "How could this be the wrong barn?"
"It isn't deserted!" Marwan yelled in response, "it's held for storage of secret computers for the government agencies, they monitor these places; they'll know that you've been here!"
"Can't we use that to our advantage? I mean, if the government stores computers here, then we can use them to access to their logs?"
"No, they're empty; they don't store computers with information here, just ones for backup."
"So what do we do?"
"You get yourself, Almeida, and Dessler the hell out of there! Bring them over to Long Beach, I'll question them myself."
"Should we question them in the car? She was about to break."
"No, I want to handle this myself, I don't want you meddling with them anymore, you've had your fun."
"But Marwan…" Lenten protested.
"You have my orders."
"Alright, but we need the girl alive," Lenten said.
"Why is that?"
"Because, there was, well, a miscalculation…"
"A miscalculation?" Marwan roared, clearly outraged. A miscalculation, maybe this isn't so bad.
"Yes, well, you see, the room with the backup vials, well, one of them had an outburst. We can't go in there without being infected."
"And what about the bio-suits?" Marwan asked, clearly annoyed.
Lenten looked down like a little child who was being punished by his parents and said, "they're in the room with the vials."
"What!" Marwan roared even louder than the last time. "Listen, Lenten, you were prepared to die for your cause, and you still will!"
"But, if I don't have to, then why…."
"I don't care!" Marwan yelled, "if she gets away, then everything we worked for would go down the drain! I don't want any missing links!"
"So what do you want me to do with them?" Lenten asked, and I held my breath.
"Once I'm satisfied that they've told us all they know, kill them." And he hung up.
Tony and exchanged glances as we were being taken out to the van.
"Any ideas?" I asked him
"You have a hacksaw?" he asked.
"Of course not," I responded in confusion.
"Then no," he said, and we were dragged into the van.
HeHe, hacksaw, I couldn't help myself. For those of you who are familiar with season 1, you'd know what the hacksaw thing was all about.
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