A/N: I'm Baacckkk. Once again thank you for the reviews. Although more would really help. Alright. Here's the next chapter. And I happen to be Extremely proud of myself for getting this updated so quickly, and including Spanish dialouge. So you know I've taken 9 years of Spanish so hopefully some of that paid off. I really do seriously apologize if i've messed up any grammar so you real, or decent, spanish speakers, do let me know if there is a serious error in some things that I'm saying. And I used a translator for words I didn't know so blame the translator. gah.
This chapter gets kind of rough like with descriptions of torture almost so just to BE SAFE. I changed the rating to PG-13, Plus i had to throw in a few bad words, add to the effect.
Don't worry the chapter is SO much better than this author's note...
Once Upon A Time...
He awoke to exactly what he had fallen asleep to. A cold damp cell, dim lighting, and the sound of chatter off in the distance. Michael Vaughn didn't know how long he had been asleep but it had been long enough, his headache was now gone. He slowly sat himself up, removing himself from the cement floor. He leaned his back against the wall, letting his head fall against it.
"Alright, It's time to use my CIA training" He thought to himself, as he tried to determine his surroundings.
He had heard Spanish when he was taken, when he had fallen asleep, and now. "Alright I'm somwhere they speak Spanish, Spain? That Manuel guy was from Spain. I'm probably in Spain." Vaughn determined, satisfied with himself.
Now for this cell. It was cold, dark, and damp. He had gotten that far. This cell was in a hallway, or atleast that is what Vaughn had determined. To get a closer look would mean he would have to move, and he was not ready for that. He was taking baby steps here.
"Maybe I'm in some kind of old abandoned jail? Military Facility? Someone's basement? Forget this." Vaughn was becoming frustrated.Enough being an agent. There was time for that later, right now he was a prisoner. He was a hungry prisoner.
For a while he debated going back to sleep, it seemed to work last time. The rumbling of his hungry stomach and the dryness of his parched throat seemed to be preventing any rest. His headache was slowly coming back, and he was quickly getting tired of this situation. He closed his eyes, atempting to relax.
"Usted! Agente! (YOU! AGENT!)" Vaughn shot his eyes open to the sound of a man's voice. A hispanic man stood outside the cell. He was dressed in beige camaflouge, but Vaughn could care less what he was wearing. Vaughn was too busy looking at the large machine gun in his hand.
"¿Dónde estoy? (Where Am I?)" Vaughn asked, his voice came out weak and raspy.
"Usted no consigue hablar hasta que digo. ¿Comprendo? (You don't talk until I say so. Understand?)" The hispanic man said, his tone harsh. Vaughn nodded his head.
"¿Cuál es su nombre? (What's your name.)" The man asked, his voice quieter this time, but far from polite. Vaughn debated with himself for a minute before answering the man's question. "Do I give my real name? Do I lie? Do I ignore him? Is he going to shoot me?" Vaughn was not being a good agent today.
"Soy Michael Vaughn. (I'm Michael Vaughn.) Forget lying. That was one big machine gun.
"Levántese. (Get Up)" The man demanded. Vaughn let out a loud sigh as he struggled to get himself up. His joints hurt, his legs were weak. He had managed to stand, walking was a different story.
The hispanic man motioned him to come to the bars of the cell. He took out a ring of keys and began to unlock the door as he watched Vaughn struggle to walk over. Slowly but surely, Vaughn made it to the door. The hispanic man opened it, allowing Vaughn to step out.
"Usted caminará con mí. (You Will Walk With Me)" The man demanded, jabbing the machine gun into Vaughn's back.
Vaughn was led down the hallway. Atleast he was right in his guess that there was one, not all of his spy skills had gone down the drain. More cells were scattered down the hallway, all similar to his. Most of the cells were empty, others contained occupants that had been there considerably longer than he had. The occupants were all of various races, most of them had long unshaven beards, were emaciated, laying on the ground. Vaughn cringed as he walked by, praying he would not look like that in a month. Without knowing it Vaughn had slowed down. He was staring at the men in the cells, suddenly feeling sick. The man behind him continued to jab the machine gun further into his back, quickening his pace.
"Usted parecerá ése pronto. Si no le matamos primero. (You will look like that soon. If we don't kill you first.)" The hispanic man said, continuing to lead Vaughn down the hallway. The man stopped at a large steel door. A control panel was beside it, the man opened it up and revealed a keypad. He typed in a few numbers Vaughn did not pick up, and the steel door opened. The man pressed the gun against Vaughn's back, signaling him to enter the room.
In the center was a steel silver table. Two uncomfortable looking steel chairs were on either side. "Siéntese. (Sit.)" The man said, pointing Vaughn to one of the chairs. Vaughn went and sat as the hispanic man made his way over to the corner of the room. The door to the room opened again and two men entered, the two men from the warehouse. Thomas Caine, the blonde man went and sat in the chair across from Vaughn. The hispanic, Manuel Sanchez, muttered something to the man who had 'kindly' led Vaughn here. He gave Vaughn a long stare, before turning and leaving the room.
"Agent Vaughn..." Thomas Caine said. A smile appearing on his face. "I must say it's a pleasure to meet you, as a former friend of Mr. Sark I've heard some stories. It's a shame how easily you were captured. I was hoping for a worthy opponent."
Vaughn's face remained stolid. Ignoring the man and his comments. "I see you don't want to talk. That's fine, I'll just talk for now." Caine said. "You see Mr. Vaughn, I'm going to tell you why you are here. Then you are going to cooperate with me, or I will promise some drastic measures."
Seeing Vaughn's face not change, Caine continued. "As you know, Mr. Sark and Mrs. Reed played a very large part in the Covenant, they were heading up the North American cell. You know Mrs. Reed right..." Caine said, noticing the tensing in Vaughn at the sound of her name. "She was a bitch wasn't she. Anyways, from what I have heard and assumed, both of them no longer run it. The Covenant has fallen apart, there are seperate branches and new branches of it arriving, but I want the original back. I will be responsible for bringing the original back. You Mr. Vaughn, are going to help me."
"I don't think I want to." Vaughn said, anger boiling inside him.
"I hate to tell you Mr. Vaughn, but you have no choice." Caine said. "You see I went to that warehouse in Spain to sell an explosive to Mr. Sanchez. Mr. Sanchez has played a very large part in the branch of the Covenant over in Europe. You could call it...kissing ass...but he wanted an explosive, and I got it for him. I'm making allies you see, soon I'm going to begin the repair of the Covenant over in North America. This is where you come in Mr. Vaughn, you are going to give me CIA info. You are going to tell me passwords, safe houses, upcoming missions, hideouts, names of undercover agents. You see where I'm going with this? With all that information on hand, people will follow me wherever I want to go. I know people who would pay millions for information such as that. You're a valuable man Mr. Vaughn."
"Once again, I don't think I want to help you." Vaughn replied. His face remained stolid, showing no emotion.
"You really under estimate me. I didn't think you would just give up all that intel. That's why I'm going to threaten you. First, I will slowly torture you. I'll begin light of course, a punch here and there. Then I'll let my friend Diego have a go at you. He can beat you until his knuckles are sore." Caine said, gesturing towards the man who had led Vaughn in here. Diego smiled while cracking his knuckles. "If that doesn't work. I'll start getting rough. I will shock you, stab you, inject you with drugs that will make you wish you were dead."
"If I gave you information, you could kill thousands of people. My death would be nothing to save all of their lives." Vaughn stated, staring Caine straight in his eyes.
"Again with the quick conclusions Mr. Vaughn! Let me finish. I said you would WISH you were dead, I never said I would kill you. First, I would take the pleasure of killing your family and your friends. You better believe their death won't be quick and painless. The good part is you will watch while I do it. If by then, you haven't divulged the information I want, I will lock you in a dark room until you scream CIA passwords at me. I'm serious here Mr. Vaughn. Don't act stupid. Now what do you say?"
"Forget it. If I divulge CIA information nothing would stop you from killing my family and friends anyways. Not to mention me. I haven't known you for long Mr. Caine but from what I've learned in this short amount of time is that you are a heartless man. That much information in your hands would do much more harm than anything you could do to me." Vaughn said harshly. He stared into Caine's dark eyes, waiting for a response. Hoping Caine would not notice the weakness behind his statement, hoping Caine would not recognize his real fear.
"You are a stubborn man, Mr. Vaughn. But Sark was right in saying you were a complete fool." Caine said with a smile. "Diego, lead Mr. Vaughn back to his cell. He has been here 12 hours, let's give him 12 hours thinking time. No food or water." With that, Caine got up and left the room.
"You heard him Deigo. Let's get out of here." Vaughn said coldly. Wondering if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life, Vaughn was led back into his cell. There was no easy way out of this, there was no escape. Vaughn was between a rock and a hard place, and lives were depending on him. This 12 hours thinking time would do him some good.