Dipper woke up with a groan and massive headache. He got no idea where he was or how long he was unconscious.
Looking around he tried to move his arms and legs. With no success, they were tightly tied to chair he was sitting on.
He was in small room, a cell judging by stone walls. Only furniture there was his chair and chair standing right in front of him. He instantly knew he was captured.
There was only one person he could suspect- Bill. Continuing to test binds on his hands he looked for a way out.
Three brick walls were solid. Fourth, barred wall was just as sturdy. Well maintained, hinges on the door were oiled and there were no signs of rust.
From some distance screams could be heard. Despite his training agent shuddered. There was no way out of it. Even without checking he was sure they took all his equipment including earphone he was using to contact Mabel.
His only hope would be rescue party… But Ford was never sending those. Capture of an agent meant moving base. Nothing more. He was a dead man even if he'd somehow survived. This thought somehow calmed him. At least they got time, at least Mabel was safe…
He wasn't given much more time. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're finally awake. You had me worried, and goon who hit you tortured, but I'm almost sure you've heard him already." Bill walked in. Wide smile plastered to his face as he rambled.
Dipper stayed silent, carefully watching the man as he sat on the empty chair. "So tell me Tyrone, if it even is your real name, what were you doing in there? Depending on your answer I just might not kill you, Pine Tree."
"Pine Tree?" Dipper rasped, his throat hurt a little.
"A nickname. Since I most likely don't know your name I'll call you this till I find out your real name. And who knows, I might not like it and continue calling you this." Bill explained, smile not leaving his face for even a second.
Dipper stayed silent for a while considering his options. He could try to continue his supposed back story. Which had little sense since he was already captured and rather calm. Someone with Tyrones background would be screaming and fighting.
His other option was just being honest. Which he chose, "Abel 'Dipper' Pines." he officially introduced himself.
"I don't like Abel. But Dipper sure sounds interesting, but I like Pine Tree better." Bill decided. Just then Dipper noticed a knife blonde was toying with. "Don't worry, kid. You won't loose a finger here." he smiled.
There was something in his voice that made brunette shudder.
"But, as fun as seeing you think is I came here for business, Agent Pines. I knew you looked familiar. You're related to Stanford, aren't you?"" Bill suddenly stopped smiling.
"A deal?" Dippes asked. Ignoring the part about his uncle.
"Yes. Nothing all that big." Bill assured. "I'll give you a choice." he started.
Dipper just watched him waiting for blonde to continued. He was sure that this choice won't be pleasant.
"You'll either be my nice little puppet, which means abandoning your old life. Or I'll just kill out your whole agency and keep you anyway!" Bill offered triumphantly.
Dipper was shocked. It was worse than he thought. He expected Bill to tell him to kill Ford or something like this…
"So?~" Bill asked, certain of his victory.
Dipper would curse if he could, but he doubted that Bill would like it. No matter which he'd choose, it was a win for Bill.
"Fine, I'll stay with you." he sighed. He was dead to Ford anyway.
"I knew you're smart." Bill said standing up and walking behind Dipper. "I'll have something else for you, but it's hardly a subject to talked about in a dungeon." he added cutting ropes on his hands.
Young agent, well ex-agent, rubbed his pained by now wrists as Bill freed his legs. "And that is?" he asked as blonde stood up.
"As I said not a place for it, follow me." Blonde ordered turning around. Dipper just did as he was told, still thinking what he's supposed to do.
Should he try to stop Bill? Would Ford even want him in the organisation now? Even if he'd stop the blonde? Who knew…
Moving the thoughts aside he looked around as they walked. They left the dungeon and now were in luxurious, expensively furnished house. There were no windows so he was no way for him to see where they even were.
"Welcome to my house." Bill greeted not stopping for a second. "Don't worry, we're not in Italy. It's more of vacation home." he added opening large wooden door and nudging Dipper to enter. He did so and found himself in a sitting room just as fancy as the corridor.
Two plush love seats were standing in front of a fireplace. Small fireplace dividing them. Dipper noticed single bottle of red wine, opened, and two glasses.
Everything was either a dark brown wood or black and yellow with some light blues. Looking around Dipper noticed a piano…
"Take a seat." Bill said pushing him further in. Dipper hurried to one of the seats – one Bill didn't seat on.
"So?" he asked watching blonde carefully.
"No need to push it, with you here I can stay longer." Bill mused pouring wine to the glasses.
"Just say what you want ans let's get it over." Dipper grumbled.
Bill just laughed pushing on glass to him. "It'll have to wait till morning anyway, you were out for quite a while. And I'll have to explain couple of things." Bill started slowly sipping his wine. Eye not leaving brunette even for a second.