Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Big Time Rush.
A/N: Sorry for the insane wait in updating. Been working on getting items made for the craft shows I have coming up, also been talking with my daughter's dance instructor about costumes for the Dec recital and now have dance team costumes to fix since the company that charged us an arm and half a leg only tacked on the feathers for the costumes...those will come off in less than one full rehearsal. Been very busy there...and then there's school. Also had a couple anniversaries in there at the end of last month (one was happy, the other 2 not so much). Anyhoo, hope this good and actiony for ya. Thinking that the next will be the last chapter.
Kendall sat against the wall, glaring at his captor as he typed away on the small laptop, mulling over the fact that he was soon to never see his family again. He'd managed to hold his hope out until Adam had sat on him and told him in no uncertain terms that the entire day had not been a figment of his imagination. He was going to be sold to God only knew for only God knew what. He'd wanted to cry as the weight of the situation crashed over him those moments ago when Adam had made it clear that he was not going back to his family.
"Why are you doing this?" Kendall questioned, flexing his numbing fingers behind his back.
"I've already told you, Kendall," Adam said, setting the laptop back on the table and coming to crouch before his hostage, "I'm the bad guy."
"But why?" Kendall swallowed thickly. "Why become the bad guy?"
"Well, kid, that's a good question. But I'm afraid there just isn't an answer to that question you'll be satisfied with. So, let's just say that I decided becoming the bad guy long enough to score a large enough retirement was worth everything I've done today."
"You're right," Kendall spat, "that's a lousy answer."
With a chuckle Adam reached for the teen and pulled him to his feet. "It's time," he said simply, leading Kendall to the door.
With his head hung and eyes firmly fixed on the floor Kendall allowed himself to be pulled down the hall and through the locked door. A larger, empty room greeted them. Wordlessly Adam towed the teen through the room, through another door and into what Kendall thought looked like an underground parking garage. His fear at what was to come next and desire to escape it were beginning to work together and his feet scraped across the pavement, slowing their progress to the car parked at the far end of the garage.
"Pick up your feet, Kid," Adam growled, yanking on his arm.
"Agent A!" an accented voice filled the garage, causing said man to stop. "Let the boy go and surrender."
"Agent Simon Lane," Adam said, pulling Kendall closer. "I though Moon had you all tied up in search of the Beetle."
"He decided I wasn't worth keeping hostage once it went up for sale in a limited time black market sale six hours ago," Agent Lane explained, leveling a gun at Adam and Kendall. "Now let the boy go, and surrender."
Adam's breath was hot on Kendall's neck as he let out a throaty chuckle. The man's head moved against the back of the teen's neck and shoulder in an almost nuzzle gesture signaling his refusal to surrender. Kendall felt his captor move slightly behind him. Seconds later something cold and sharp was pressed against his chin. He swallowed thickly guessing that it was a knife. Closing his eyes he prayed that he somehow got out of this.
"Can't do that, Simon," Adam said solemnly, tightening his grip on his hostage. "I need out, Simon. I can't do this anymore."
"This is not how you get out, Adam," Simon said after a long pause.
"There is no good way out," Adam scoffed. "Tell ya what, Simon, I give you the boy and you let me leave. Deal?"
Agent Lane stared at the scared teen and his captor contemplating Adam's offer. "I'm sorry, Adam, but I cannot allow you to escape, with or without your hostage," he said at last.
"You think so?" Adam challenged, moving the blade from the underside of Kendall's chin. Not taking his eyes from Agent Lane, the younger spy turned Kendall so his back was to his would be savior. "Kendall, I am so very sorry for all this."
The teen stared at his captor questioningly, not comprehending the meaning behind the man's words. The man's eyes remained fixed on Agent Simon Lane. His free hand moved to grip the back of Kendall's neck, roughly. Kendall winced in pain as blunt finger nails dug into the sensitive skin. The cuffs on his wrists kept him from instinctively reaching up to loosen up the grip. Minute long seconds ticked by before Adam finally made a move. Moving his eyes from the intense staring contest with Simon, Adam flicked his eyes to Kendall's before moving them down the teen's body resting on his abdomen. Holding the scared teen's neck tighter, Adam swiftly moved the hand holding the knife toward Kendall's exposed flank. Before Simon or Kendall could react Adam plunged the knife in.
Kendall groaned in pain as the blade easily broke through the thin shirt he was wearing, penetrating his skin and muscle as though it were nothing. He watched in horror as the blade disappeared steadily into his body. His hands jerked harshly against the cuffs holding them securing behind him. Instinct told him to grab the knife and the hands holding it, but the cuffs biting into his wrists reminded his brain that that wasn't possible.
Another grunt forced its way out of the teen when the hilt of the knife stopped flush against his side. Faster than when the knife was forced into his side, it was pulled out. An apologetic look crossed Adam's face in a flash.
"Save him or chase me," Adam said, giving the wounded teen a shove toward the older spy. "You're choice." Not waiting for an answer the turned agent fled.