A/N hey everyone, hope you're enjoying it so far. I'll try update every couple of weeks or when I feel like it, sometimes it may slip my mind :P

And I'm in the mood for a quote =P brownie points if you can guess where it's from

"Sounds more like a plan "F" isn't it?! As in, we are totally-"

CHAP 2 Feeling Weak

"Who are you?"

"I believe I've already told you that."

"Bastard. Where is my father?"

"Now, now, now, no need to get nasty."

"How do I know he's even alive?"

"Wait."

There was some scuffling around and the voice talked to someone else. A moment later a new voice came on the line.

"Adrienne?"

"Dad?" I breathed quietly.

"You'll be alright, kiddo," I could hear the relieved smile in his voice, "You always are."

I was about to reply when the voice came back, "There, now you know he's alive."

"You bastard! Put him back on. I want to talk to him!"

"You just did talk to him, Miss Gregorovich. Now listen very carefully unless you want him to die."

"I'm listening," I murmured, feeling defeated.

"Good. Now, there's been a change of plan."

"What?! What do you mean?"

"Keep listening and I'll tell you," I didn't say a thing, "Now, the game is in two weeks. We're busy at the time, you see, so many things to do. So, if you ever want to see your father again, you have to take Alex to the club rooms, and shoot him. There are camera's there and we'll be watching you."

"No! I won't do it!"

"Then you will never see Yassen again."

The phone went dead. Angrily I threw it against the wall, narrowly missing James and Kyle who had walked outside.

"Bad news?"

"You could say that. Sorry, I won't be able to come to the movies. I just remembered I had stuff to do."

James shrugged, "Some other time then."

I nodded and grabbed my bike, "Yeah, some other time," I agreed, knowing it would probably never happen because in two weeks I would either be dead or on the run again, "I'll see ya round, James, Kyle."

"So update on where you're at?"

John Jones sat at the table with the three agents. He rested his arms on the wood, briefly running a hand through his thinning black hair; there were slight bags around his eyes from staying up all night arguing with Zara, the chairwoman of Cherub.

Kyle and James looked at each either before looking at Lauren, James's younger sister. Her hair was died black but had started to show blond regrowth. When she noticed the boys staring at her she glared at them.

"What?"

"You're youngest," James commented, "You can go first."

"Personally I think the oldest should go first, since they've had the most experience," she retorted.

"Guys, don't argue. Kyle you go first."

"Fine. I'm friends with Risco, that wasn't hard. I'm going to his tomorrow for the night, I can plant some bugs then. So far he hasn't said anything about what his father does. And yeah, so far, I haven't got a lot."

John nodded before looking at James.

"Well, Jessica seems to hate my guts and only hangs out with her girls so nothing there. But there's this one boy who everyone thinks is a druggie. He spends long periods of time away from school, ever since his uncle's death and always comes back with injuries. I've gotten in his friend group but so far there's nothing useful."

"What about that girl you're always with?" Lauren smirked.

"I was getting there," James glared at his sister.

"And we don't wanna hear about how nice her tits are either James." Kyle laughed.

James punched Kyle in the arm before starting his story again, "So she was away at the same time as Alex, the 'druggie', and they both came back with injuries and doctor's notes saying they had glandular fever."

"So you think she has something to do with drugs because she was away from school and came back with injuries and a doctors note?" Lauren asked.

"She's been involved with drugs before," Kyle stated.

The three others looked at him, confused.

"I've seen her before on one of my missions. She was working with importing the drugs and exporting the money."

James nodded, "And her house is massive. As in like, ten bedroom mansion, massive. We went there but someone had gone through her bedroom. It was the only room touched and seemed as though someone was looking for something and tried to cover it up as teenagers by drawing graffiti on the walls. She tried to find her laptop, like urgently tried to find it but couldn't."

"Good work James, keep with her," John complimented, "Lauren?"

"Not a lot. I've been running parcels but it's all real low key stuff. If I keep doing it I'll move up but it's taking ages."

John nodded, "Alright, just keep it up. Try and find out more about this girl. Kyle, what happened with her on the mission you saw her?"

"Not a lot, she didn't go to school. I just saw her a few times, very brief each time. She seemed to be the boss of everyone though. Even the people we were after were scared of her and listened to her. As soon as they were brought in though, she disappeared."

John thought for a moment, "James get a picture of this girl, send it back to campus, see what they can find out. Sounds like she's someone big."

I went back to Alex's and collapsed onto my bed, feeling completely drained. Absently I rubbed the scar on my neck, my fingers tracing the thin line. There was a quiet knock on the door.

"Yeah?"

The door opened to reveal Alex's red headed house keeper. Almost cautiously she came in and shut the door.

"Hey," I greeted her.

"Alex is watching TV downstairs."

"Yeah, I know."

"What's wrong, honey?"

Jack had become like a sister to me, just like she was for Alex, but I still couldn't tell her what was wrong. I shook my head, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"You know you can always talk to me."

I nodded, I did know that but I didn't want to get her mixed up in this, "I know, Jack, thanks. Um, did they give you the number for the safe house?"

She didn't need to clarify who 'they' was or which safe house I was talking about, "yeah, it's pinned to the fridge downstairs. I'll go get it for you," she volunteered.

"Thanks."

Yassen glared up at the grey bunk above him, it was only now that he realized the dark patch was a blood stain, how it got up there he'd never know nor did he want to know. When the guards had dragged him back into the lifeless cell he had immediately fallen onto his back on the mattress, now he wished he had been alert enough to land on his stomach. The rips on his back seared every time he moved but lying on them made his whole back continuously throb.

Hearing Adrienne's voice before had given him new strength, enough for him to try and escape. The assassin had managed to take out four of the guards before the others subdued him again. His torturer had merely stood back and let others do the work. The escape attempt had just made it worse for Yassen but he had to try. It was only now when he started to realize he probably wouldn't make it out of this alive by himself, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.

The gunshot in his chest pained him constantly though, it didn't show, pain never would. It had been stitched up and the stitches had been removed but he had lost a lot of blood, it had weakened him enough for him to be captured and held here. He knew that he would die of blood loss eventually; either that or his body wouldn't be able to handle it and would just shut down. He planned to get out long before that happened but with each passing day the thought of escape got further from his mind and the chances of succeeding got lower and lower.

The heavy metal door clanged open. Yassen tried to leap to his feet but only succeeded in sitting up.

Two guards stood there with guns trained on him as a man walked between them, a tray held in his hands.

"Feeling weak Yassen?"

The only response was a glare that would send any sane person running in fear.

"Course if you were you would never admit it. The great Yassen Gregorovich. Oh how far the mighty have fallen," he laughed dumping the tray on the floor none too gently. The cup of water wobbled before tipping over, spilling the water everywhere.

"Opps, what a shame. Guess you'll have to what till next time," the man laughed before walking out, the two guards following him with the door crashing shut after them.

Yassen climbed off the bed, carefully, trying to cause himself the least amount of pain as his face masked over, falling back into its calm unworried expression. He picked up the tray, leaving the cup on the ground and sat on the bed. Gingerly he picked through the limp sandwich, seeing if they had put pills or anything in it. He could only find soggy lettuce, moldy cheese, and some ham that smelled slightly off. Inwardly grimacing he took a bite. Food was food.

A short lady walked into the Royal & General bank. Her red and yellow uniform marked her as a courier. Confidently she walked up to the head desk. Dropping a small letter on the desk she said, "Delivery for Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt."

The receptionist looked up to say there was no one of that name that worked there but the courier was already gone. The lady turned the envelope over and immediately rang for Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Jones emerged from the elevator a moment later, with hardly a word she took the envelope and took it up to Blunt's office. The two heads of MI6:SO sat for a moment before opening the small envelope. A printed letter fell out. Almost nervously Jones opened it and laid it out on the desk in front of them.

After reading it Blunt automatically said, "Call the Sergeant and get K-Unit over here, along with Ben Daniels."

We lay on the grass beside the field at lunch. There was me, Sabina, Emma and Sarah; the boys were playing soccer on the field. It was the Wednesday before the Chelsea Arsenal game and I still wasn't sure what I was doing. The closer it got the more agitated I became and the less I could put up with Alex.

"There's a dance on Friday." Sabina commented.

I looked over in interest; I had never been to a dance.

"Hadn't heard a thing about it," Emma stated.

"It's at the club rooms isn't it? Beside the stadium?" Sarah asked.

Sabina nodded, "That's the one. You're supposed to go with a partner.

I laughed, "Well good luck with that, I doubt the guys even know about it."

She flashed a grin, "Well, there's ways around that. Hey, Tom!"

Tom stopped and turned, "Yeah?!"

"Want to go to a dance with me on Friday?!" Sabina yelled across the field, effectively stopping the soccer game.

"Sure!"

Once they were finished the guys scrambled around asking girls if they wanted to go. No one wanted to be stuck with the leftovers. It was funny to watch, I never knew a dance could invoke such competition between boys.

"Now look what you've done Sabina," I laughed.

I looked back at the boys. James and Alex were wrestling on the ground, their hands over the other's mouth. James pulled his head back and got his mouth free for a moment.

It was long enough to yell, "Drie, go to the dance with me?!"

I grinned as the boys fell off each other and I yelled back, "Sure!"

"No fair," Alex growled, "Hey, Emma, do you want to go to the dance with me?" he asked as he wandered over.

Emma smiled, "Love to."

The boys sat down with us and everyone immediately began organizing Friday night. I laughed quietly to myself; so this is what it was like going to a dance.

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