Bryce kissed his way up Sarah's neck to her ear.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.
"Hmm-mmm," Sarah moaned. "Just make it quick."
"Will do," Bryce said, pushing Sarah towards the wall for balance and making his way down to the opening of her skirt. He kissed. Sarah moaned. Several minutes passed before Bryce was able to get one of the knives from the sheath.
"Got it," he exclaimed, appearing out from under her skirt with a knife in his mouth.
"What took you so long?" asked Sarah, annoyed.
"Hey!" Bryce protested. "I did my best. It's not easy, you know."
"Whatever," Sarah mumbled. "Just hurry and cut yourself out of those ropes."
"Yeah, yeah," Bryce said. "You know, you're bossy."
"Don't you like that?" asked Sarah sarcastically.
Meanwhile an alarm went off. The guard who was watching Bryce and Sarah had set it off almost as soon as the knife had appeared. Lucky for him, the noise of the alarm could not be heard from inside the cell.
Just five minutes had passed before Ramone had responded to the alarm and made his way to the security office.
"What is it?" he asked as he walked into the room.
"The male agent has a knife," replied the guard, respectfully keeping his eyes off of the drug ring leader. "The female had them hidden."
"I see," the leader said, turning his attention to the monitor connected to Bryce and Sarah's cell.
"Should we separate them, sir?" asked the nervous guard.
"No," Ramone shook his head. "Let them stay together and keep the knife. But I want you to tell me if anything else interesting happens, got it?"
"Yes, sir," the guard replied.
"Good," the leader left the room.
Bryce was finally able to escape his bonds. Much too slowly for Sarah's liking though.
"Gah!" she exclaimed. "I'm trapped with a sloth of an agent."
"Hey, I got the ropes off, right?" Bryce asked. He didn't like it when people insulted him. "It's hard to do with just a knife and your mouth."
"Yeah, if you're just starting training," Sarah said. "Just make it look like we're doing something kinky and get me out of these ropes."
"I can do kinky," Bryce said with a wink.
Why am I not surprised, Sarah asked herself before actually speaking to Bryce.
"Just get the bonds cut, we don't have much time. The guards will be in here soon; they will have seen the knife. And try not to get distracted."
"Distracted? Why would I get distracted?" asked Bryce, before noticing that Sarah's skirt seemed to be very short. "Oh."
Okay, Bryce, you can do this, just focus on the mission, focus on the mission, focus on the...
"Bryce! What did I tell you?" said Sarah angrily.
"Right. Sorry," responded Bryce with a sheepish look before tearing his eyes away from some of the more interesting parts of Sarah's anatomy. He got to work with the knife, with his back to the camera in order to cover what he was doing.
"Dear God, what are these two doing?" said the guard to nobody in particular.
Once Sarah was free of her bonds too, another thought struck her. They may now have their hands free, but they were still stuck in a locked room.
"Bryce, do you have a lock pick? They took mine when they searched us."
"Yeah, I do, but you're not going to like where it's hidden," answered Bryce.
"Why, where is it?"
"The waistband of my trousers. At the front."
"Oh, hell no!"
"Sorry," Bryce shrugged. "It's just easier to keep it there. I can't wear it in my hair like a girl."
"But in your pants?" Sarah asked, disgusted.
"Aw, come on," Bryce said with a sweet smile, "it's not like it's so bad in there."
"Good," said Sarah, "then I'm sure you won't mind getting it out of there for me?"
"Uh," Bryce said, "I think it's better if you did."
"Why?" asked Sarah.
"Cameras," Bryce mouthed.
"Turn this way," Sarah whispered. "It's a blind spot. They won't be able to see you."
"I still think it'd be better if you did it," Bryce said, following her directions.
"You just want me to stick my hand down your pants," Sarah said. "And that's not happening. Now I need the pick."
"Here," Bryce said, retrieving the item from inside his pants.
"Thank you," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"So now what are we going to do?" Bryce asked. "You can't just pick the lock. They're watching us."
"I've got a plan," Sarah said. "Just follow my lead."
She started kissing him. It didn't take long for Bryce to start kissing her back. The two agents made their way to the door of the cell. Sarah pushed Bryce up against the door. To an onlooker it would seem that they were in the midst of a heavy make out session, but to a seasoned spy it would look like what it was. Sarah was picking the lock.
"Done," she said happily, breaking the kiss.
"That was fast," Bryce said.
"I'm not slow like you," Sarah said. "Now let's get out of here."
"No, not yet," Bryce responded.
"Why not?" asked Sarah.
"We need a plan," he replied. "One well thought out. We don't know how many people we're up against and we have no idea where Carina is or if she's even alive."
"There may be help for you yet, Agent Larkin," Sarah smiled. "What do you suggest?"
"Well..."
Meanwhile Carina was walking back and forth in her cell. There were cameras but she knew that she wasn't being watched. And she wondered why.
Where are Bryce and Sarah? she thought. Why am I not being watched? Something is going on.
She walked to the cell door. There she found a bored looking guard standing watch.
Oh, well, that explains the cameras not being on, she told herself. There's a guard out there.
She got an idea then. If she could just lure the guard to her and get him to open the door, she would be free to find her partners. Or at least escape.
Carina smiled. This was going to be fun.
Carina licked her lips before signaling the young guard to come over to her cell. Training was the only thing that stopped the guard from rushing as fast as he could to Carina's door.
This is gonna be even easier than I thought, Carina said to herself. Wish they'd at least give me some sort of a challenge.
"Hey," Carina said, putting on her most helpless voice, "do you think that maybe you can come in here with me? It's so lonely."
The guard practically started drooling and it was with great control that Carina was able to fight off a smirk.
"I don't think that would be a good idea," the young male responded, although it was clear he thought it was a very good idea. "It's against the rules."
"But there aren't any cameras," Carina pouted. "No one can see us. It'll be fun. Promise. Just come in."
"I can't," the guard said, regretting the truth behind his words. "I wish I could."
"Then why don't you?" asked Carina. "Like I said, no one can see us. It'll be just me and you. They already took my weapons from me. And you have a very big...gun. Come on, you can take me. You're a big strong guy, right?"
"Yes," the guard replied, trying to make his voice sound deeper than it was.
"Come in," Carina said again. "Please, it's so lonely."
"Okay, but don't tell anyone," the guard looked around before unlocking the door and stepping into the room.
"Thanks," Carina said. "Can I ask you for one more favor?"
"Uh, yeah," the man answered. "What is it?"
"Can you please untie my wrists?" she asked.
"I don't think that is such a good idea..."
"It would be sooo much better if I had the use of my hands," Carina smiled seductively.
"Okay," the guard relented.
He retrieved his knife from the sheath on his ankle and cut Carina's bonds. As soon as she was free, Carina kicked the guard in the groin and took the knife from him. Without blinking an eye, she stabbed the guard in the neck, severing his jugular, killing him instantly.
"See?" Carina said, wiping the knife off on the dead guard's clothes before sticking it at her back. "Much better with my hands free."
She stole the guard's key's and escaped her cell. Once out, she started to search for Bryce and Sarah.
Where could they be? she asked herself as she made her way down the hall. Little did she know that she was headed straight for Ramone's office...
A/N: Sorry for the excessive line breaks. Thanks for reading! Please review! There are eleven writers who need to see some praise/constructive criticism! :)