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Chapter Six- Meeting old friends, and new enemies

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He didn't like this part of his job, to him it was a waste of time, he preferred to be out in the field not stuck here interrogating a woman that looked a mere twenty years old. Indeed she was beautiful but he reminded her of someone and he couldn't place where. This woman, he had caught, on a mission where he had learned the associate was meant to be attending. Unfortunately he seemed to have had mixed intelligence as in his mind there was no way this woman sitting handcuffed to a steel chair could be the legendary 'associate'. She was talked about amongst the entire intelligence world, surely she needed to be a little more experienced than this 'child' is. He was thrust out of his musings when he heard a splutter of coughs coming from his night time assassin.

"Ah, your awake. Make this easy for both of us. Give me the identity and location of 'the associate' and you can walk out of here with full immunity." He told her coldly, using a glare he had managed to perfect over the years. She smirked.

"How about I make this easy? I'll make it easy I'll kill your sorry ass so you won't have to face the consequences of your naivety." She retorted just as coldly, using her own look. If looks could kill; hers would be it.

"I'm grateful to inform you that you will not be walking out of here with a pulse unless you co-operate fully. You will answer my questions, you will not question me and most of all you will not do anything I do not permit." He told her using his ever-growing frown as a tool to let his seriousness shown.

"Well, then Jack Bristow. I better tell you everything." She said, she grabbed the chair she had previously been chained to and hit him over the head with it. He went down cold instantly.

Jack Bristow first came back to to find himself chained to the chair he once had held his capture in. He hadn't opened his eyes yet. There was no need to look around to confirm he was in the warehouse, the smell of fresh lobsters evident in the air. He kept his eyes closed as he heard his captor on the phone, he took the opportunity to listen in.

"Mom, I'm alright I need extraction I'm not sure what to do. I was caught, by Jack Bristow…yeah I know…I don't know how this happened I think someone gave him the tip off that I would be there…no he doesn't expect like most of our world he is completely naive to the possibility that I am their adversary…I agree it's time." She seemed to hang up and then sigh. She seemed to put together a gun, from what it sounded like a M16. "There's no need to pretend I know you're awake. Soon my employer will be here, she'll give you information that you seek what you do with it is up to you." She said and took a sip of beer in a surprisingly elegant way that his wife had once done.

"Well seems a lot of things have changed in the mere minutes I was out cold. Now our positions have reversed, I hope you pay me the courtesy of not harming me as I did to you." He said in an extremely calm voice. She nodded and then thought.

"I will but I can not make promises for my mother, she tends to temper easily these days." She smiled and went on to look through his papers on the IA. "Interesting, you think I am thirty to fifty years old, blond and British. Well that's not good is it." She smirked and so did he. There was something in her tone of voice that made him believe she was trying to lighten the tense atmosphere of this 'meeting' for lack of a better word. She was also completely right, the intelligence they had on her was limited and their analyses had made a total shambles of her personal profile. This woman, if she was who she claimed to be, was clearly brunette, had an American accent with a hint of something else and was no where near fifty and probably ten years short of thirty.

"When I first caught eyes on you in the shadows of the palace I thought that you were not who I was looking for, just another guest. And then you managed to get passed the guards. I am assuming your mother is 'the man', quite clever really everyone assumed that they should look for a man." He smiled as he knew he had her attention even if she was not looking at him, she was half staring out into space. "I also thought that you were American at first, although now hearing you talk more freely on the telephone I hear a hint of a Russian accent in there, perhaps you spent a lot of time there as a adolescent." As he was about to continue he heard the engine of a jeep stop and then the doors slam. The front of the warehouse opened and in stepped a woman he never thought he would see again, Laura.

"Hello Jack, long time no see."

TBC…

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