Hello everyone. Guess what? (JUST FIXED ALL THE LAME TYPOS, SORRY THEY WERE THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.)

RECENT THOUGHTS: Considering Skins is a UK show, (sorry, THE BEST UK show…) I'm looking into increasing my British English vocabulary… I read through a good list of words and I know bits and pieces but I want to continue working on it… sorry if this pisses any of you true English citizens off :(

(Just little things like vest, wonky, aubergine… (I swear they say that last word in the show somewhere and I had no idea it was just eggplant D: )

Btw: feel free to tell me if that's a totally stupid idea. I just have a really huge appreciation for they way you guys speak and the words they use… American English is just so boring without words like ruddy, starkers, wellies… You get the point.

So, now that I've said that, here is the chapter that I zoned out of class to write… (Yeah. So if I fail my finals it's on you readers!) (naw, I manipulated my way above the system ;) )

OH btw #2: THIS CHAPTER HAS MORE ACTION! Erm, hope you aren't scared off as it gets pretty violent pretty quick… don't think our little Cook and Ems are little angels… because if that's what you think this chapter will have you gobsmacked. (yeah. I said gobsmacked. ;) hehe)

WARNING: DISTURBING SCENE TOWARDS THE END. SKIP IT if you don't want to be disturbed? Otherwise enjoy….

Chapter 4: Information

The jumbo plane was rather large although there weren't many more than around one-hundred people boarding. They took two seats in the back of the aircraft, Nine sitting next to the window.

"The plane is deserted… bet you there are some empty seats in first class." Cook wiggled his eyebrows together.

"Jamie," they were in public now so they had to completely assume their fake identities, which meant being careful to call each other by the new names, "we are supposed to keep a low profile… just sit down."

"Oh c'mon, it's no problem, Em, be right back!" Before she could object further he sauntered up the aisle through the class divisional curtains in front. Nine tried to get comfortable in the small seat waiting for her friend, doubtful that he'd be successful.

A couple of minutes later he was pacing back with a large grin and grabbing his bag from the seat he was no longer going to occupy. "I swear if every American fancies a British accent and some of the err, Jamie Monster charm getting things done in style is going to be easy," He took Red's bag in his other arm and started going to their new spot, with Red rolling her eyes behind him. She followed him to the much classier area with large leather seating and plenty of space for their feet and bags. Still, Red never just gave in to Cook so she hid any happiness she was actually feeling about not having to spend the long flight in a cramped space. Before she sat down she quickly observed the other people in the same class, only eleven she counted.

Cook dramatically took his seat and sighed as if he was sitting in the most comfortable chair ever created on the planet we call Earth. He hit a button on the arm of the chair and bounced a little at the sudden massage digging into him, enjoying the feel of it. "Oh yeah, this is the life…" He closed his eyes and basked in the newfound relaxation.

Red slapped him over the head, not too hard, causing him to open his eyes and let out a small laugh. she never liked to lose an argument. He knew he was rubbing it in her face; she hated losing arguments. And the current one was whether or not first class was worth the nagging he did, which really hadn't been nagging at all to the lovely lady he manipulated. "You know you love it." He muttered to Red before closing his eyes again, smiling while putting in a pair of earbuds from the ipod he had in his pocket.

Nine was now analyzing the other people nearby, paying closer attention to detail. Overall she established that none seemed to be a threat or a reason to believe there'd be any problems in the near future. Unlike Cook, she decided against listening to music, it wasn't easy for her to let her guard down, and not being able to hear the idle chat around her would only make her more nervous. She figured perhaps someone might say something regarding her mission and if they did, she didn't want to miss it because her favorite song was playing… even if it wasn't likely any of the conversations would be useful to her.

The flight attendant stood at the front of their compartment and gave the standard full speech, including emergency procedures and the passenger rules. In the mean time, the plane took off steadily taking us higher into the sky.

For three hours Nine managed to do nothing but stay alert without getting bored, just listening to the sounds around her. into the fourth hour, she looked to Cook for some entertainment, watching as he mouthed the words to his songs, eyes still closed. For awhile she just played a game of trying to guess what song he was mouthing, without him catching on that she was watching. After about ten songs, Cook opened one of his eyes to look around and saw Red observing him, particularly his lips, making her blush a little. (Even though he knew she wasn't doing it for the normal reasons he'd assume she was doing it if it had been anyone other than Red.) He smiled for a second before shutting his eye again and shaking his head hard back and forth and mouthing the words with an extreme energy. He started switching between playing air guitar and pretending to hit drums like a crazy metal-head. He certainly was doing a good job putting on an amusing show for his friend.

She covered her mouth to avoid the inevitable chuckles he was getting from her. After the song was through he opened his eyes and saw the flight attendant standing beside Red, and pulled one of the earbuds out, smiling up at her now. Nine followed his eyes to the person standing next to her and saw the flight attendant with a loaded trolley.

"Can I get you anything?" She smiled at Cook, overlooking the girl in front of her rolling her eyes at his obvious charm at work.

"Sure you can Wendy." He knows her name, must be the girl he charmed to get us into first class... "How about some of those peanuts there, a hot cup of coffee, and a red-bull for my little red-headed cousin over here." Normally she would hit him for calling her little but for the sake of being civilized she held the swing back, smiling up at the attendant to take her drink.

"Of course. Here you go." I swear she winked at him. Fuck sake. Wendy handed over his stuff leaning over me and batting her eyelids before dropping the 'cutesy' act and moving onto the next passenger with the regular cranky flight attendant greeting you'd get if you weren't as lovely as the 'charm master' sitting next to me.

"You are such a…"

"Wonder-worker, I know." I was going to say prat… but whatever. At least he wasn't too caught up in his act that he forgot to order her something. (Not that she was incapable of ordering for herself; he just loved to be the talker when a woman was involved…) He munched on his peanuts allowing Red to steal a few. The girl cracked open the red-bull he ordered for her and took a look at the can itself before drinking it. It wasn't often that they had civilian food. The Agency had a strict diet for the agents to keep fit and to be able to save time to avoid wasting it sitting at tables for big meals or cooking them. Nine was very thirsty and took a large sip of it, which was a big mistake. She regretted it immediately, hardly managing to actually swallow it. The grimacing look she was giving the can gave Cook a good laugh.

"Don't like it?" He was most amused at how she was clacking her tongue to the roof of her mouth to get rid of the bad taste.

"Tastes like shit… it's like pure fucking liquid sugar…"

"It's an energy drink, supposed to be like that to give you that little boost of caffeine, of course!"

"I like my caffeine in my morning pills, not in a shit-tasting drink."

"Suit yourself." He chugged the rest of his coffee then downed my red-bull in one shot, wiping his mouth with his arm, not seeming to mind the foul taste of it. Perhaps it's just me, not used to regular food and drink. Then again, that tasted really, really horrible…

"Pig."

"More like a thirsty wolf." He let out a burp then a small howl. Nine was well aware that if they weren't in the presence of other people his howling would have been much louder and more passionate. Ever since they were little he pretended to be the wolf and she would pretend to be a lioness. However, Red while had grown out of the childlike pretending, Cook still embraced it with pride, bringing out his animalistic side whenever she said anything about acting like he belonged in a zoo.

Her friend turned on the personal TV in front of them and played the movie, 'Salt'. Red just gave him a look, 'really? A secret spy movie…?'

He shrugged, "Angelina Jolie's hot."

She had sat through most of the movie when Ishe just couldn't take it anymore.

"This is so fucking unrealistic… jumping off a bridge and landing on your fucking back would leave you with a nasty bruise or a cracked spine, and she just gets up and jumps to the next one like a child landing on a fluffy mattress after jumping about. Ridiculous."

Ten leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Chillax babes, you and I know what the real stuff is like, this is just for a good laugh…" It was true, they both had been through a shitload of harder things and never came out unscathed. That was part of the job. If it was too easy, you were doing it wrong and odds are you were going to eventually get hurt worse than if it were going the hard way. She remembered that in fact they had trained to jump onto, run around, jump into, and dive under (the worst and hardest to do), fast moving vehicles. Cook ended up with a broken arm, and she had two sprained ankles. What a load of bollocks.

*BZZZT*

The vibrating sound of the phone in her bag stopped her from thinking any further frustrating thoughts about the movie. Ten too was back into professional mode, watching as she pulled out the phone, making sure nobody was paying them any special and unusual attention. The mobile phone was made to be useful during flight, not interfering with radio frequencies, connecting through satellites. She flipped it open to see it was a text message from an unknown number and location. Still she knew that it had definitely come from the Agency.

-Seat D, Row 2 is a man in business attire. Once you land, you're job is to get him to the room mapped out in the following picture, within the airport, without anybody noticing. Should someone see you doing anything unusual or get suspicious of you, the mission will be failed. Find a way to get him in there without reason for him to be suspicious of your intentions. He should know you are agents if you aren't careful. Once inside the room, secure him to a chair with the items in your bag. Do not say anything to him other than what will be sent for you to be said once you arrive, in text format. Delete this message."

Ten read it over after Nine before casually going to the bathroom to check the guy out as he passed his row. He had an olive complexion and looked lanky, his shaggy black hair hanging over his face. Shouldn't be a challenge physically.

The rest of the flight the two operatives were silent, completely driven by their task, although still seemingly acting normally. Once the plane landed they grabbed their bags and followed him as he exited the terminal. There was no suspicion arising for following him because the entire crowd of people was making their way toward the same baggage claim.

Had the trip actually been for pleasure, the two would have enjoyed taking in all the new culture differences of the States, they had never visited before. But everything was strictly business. Nine and Ten were completely different when they had a mission to do. None of the jokes, just straight down to work, getting the job down without any mistakes, in an expert fashion.

They still carried on their roles as the simple cousins Emma and Jamie, dragging their feet on the floor as they walked, slouching a little, looking much like the average lazy teenagers on vacation. It wasn't until the baggage claim was in sight that they sped up so they were walking directly next to the man they were going to have to snatch.

Nine went in front of the man now and stopped, causing the man to have to stop as well.

"Excuse me." He mumbled. By the sound of his voice and look of him he didn't seem to be much older than them. Likely around twenty or nineteen. They never took a second to question what the Agency wanted with him. It was natural for them to push those human thoughts aside, hold any interfering emotion behind and never thinking on it again, only following orders and doing exactly what they spent the majority of their young lives being trained to do.

"Excuse me." The man mumbled before trying to walk around her.

Nine gently took his hand which seemed to take him by surprise. "Can you help me with something?" She did a fine job presenting herself as an adorable, self-assertive, young lady.

"Why don't you ask security or something…" He tried to walk away again, but she held his hand tighter.

"My little step-sister said something on the plane about the way you looked like her biological father; she just wants to meet you for a second…" Nine pointed to the door where she intended, no, where she was going to have him, in only a minute or so.

Cook had already gone into the room and was preparing himself, waiting to grab the man and cover his mouth once she got him inside and noticed it was a lie.

"Look, I know you aren't her dad, but she's been looking for him for months, it would just make it a hell of a lot easier if you could just tell My little Krissy yourself so she doesn't have to spend a month stalking you to try and see if you really are him…even if I don't want her to..."

The man finally relented and allowed himself to be pulled into the room. The second the door closed behind him he knew it was a dodgy trap. He was about to try and open the door and get out when two strong hands shoved him into a chair, while two other small hands taped his mouth firmly shut. Once they were sure he wasn't able to make any loud noise, they taped him very well to the chair. There would be no escaping.

*BZZZT* Just as expected. Nine grabbed the phone, while Ten kept a watchful eye on the prisoner who was showing sheer panic in his eyes.

-Find out his information and who he works for. Make sure the door is locked, we sound-proofed the walls. There is a bat under the desk. Use any means necessary to make him confess. What you've learned will tell you if he's lying. Trust your instincts. Next objective will be given once your first one is completed.-

Nine took a look around the room, it was completely empty aside from the desk, themselves, their bags, and sure enough, the bat. She picked it up and tossed it to her partner. In this type of situation it was best if she did the talking and he did the pressuring. He could play the scary part very well, and would follow through with it without a second thought.

Nine took a few steps closer to the helpless man sitting in the center of the room. She ripped the tape off his mouth and gave an evil smile. He screamed for help for a minute before realizing that there was no point. They obviously wouldn't have untaped his mouth if he could be heard by anyone out the door

"What's your name?" Nine's voice was hard enough to give anyone the chills.

"Jeremy Tre-FUCK!" Ten lifted the bat into the air as soon as he started to talk and smashed the guy's foot. No fucking mercy now. Never show mercy.

The man started to sob and was trying desperately to do anything to ease the pain in his foot. He bit his lip hard to try and distract himself, but he was going to have to talk.

"It's Freddie, n-no, it's Frederick McClair." He's not lying.

"Who do you work for?"

"Please don't hurt me!" He cried. Ten lifted the bat again before Freddie even finished the sentence and smashed the other foot. Neither of the agents felt bad when he let out a painful moan and pissed his pants.

"Answer the question." Nine lifted his drooping head so he would look into her feirce eyes, trying to scare him.

"I c-can't. They'll kill me." He whispered, his lip was bleeding from biting it so hard. He was scared of her, scared of Ten, but not scared enough.

In order to move on with the interrogation, their task now, was to make him more afraid of not-talking than talking. Ten dropped the bat, and Freddie sighed relief thinking that meant it was all over, that he might be able to come out of this alive. But that was wrong, Nine knew that Ten could punch harder than any bat, he was incredibly strong and always getting stronger. She didn't even wince as she saw her partner's hand smash into the guys face and gut over and over. The force was crushing everything that it slammed into, coming harder and harder.

The guy's head now was leaning on his chest, his breathing now wheezing. Blood was dripping down his face, the bruises already forming in dark colors through his skin. It was obvious he was in extreme pain. Ten delivered one last blow to Freddie's arm that must've broken it. Nine could see the bones actually vibrate within the guy's body immediately upon contact. Ten didn't even flinch at the impact his hand had just made with the solid bones now shattered.

"Na-Naomi Campbell. The co-company is he-hers-s. It-it is call-lled lo-love an-and p-p-peace. Love and Peace…p-please…" He cried, coughing up blood into his own lap, unable to move. His heavy breathing was making his body shake, and each shake was sending a wave of pain over him.

*BZZZT*

-Information extracted. Objective complete. Next Objective: Terminate him.

Ten reached down to the ground picking up the bat again, pushing up his sleeves. From the way he was looking down, Freddie watched as the bat was lifted, just barely managed to follow it as it was being raised above his head.

"P-please. P-please do-don't. I'll tell y-you anyth-th-" Not another word.

They felt nothing. No pride. No fear. No shame. No remorse. No satisfaction.

POWERFUL SHIT HUH.

Okay, so I did feel horrible killing Freddie. (Yes I did it with a bat on purpose… you know… cuz the show… yeah.) But I think that was a really powerful scene. I think I got my er, point across. If you haven't figured out the point yet, it's okay to start making guesses. :)

If you didn't realize, this story isn't going to be a pretty one. If it disturbs you, you may just want to kindly fuck off.

I actually have a purpose to this story, and when I get to the end you'll be like 'WOAH.'

I do know how it's going to end, still working on how it gets there. But, it's going to be epic… so stay tuned. :)

Sincerely Shira.

Thanks for the support, leave a review. Thoughts on the plane ride? Red-bull? (lol. I hate that shit…) Thoughts on the last devil of a scene?

(-Sigh, how the fuck could Cook and Ems go from so sweet and kind to so dark and terrifying? All will be revealed…) Fucked up though. Really fucked up.