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AN: So I'm finally updating this, thank god! I want to thank everyone who continued to support this story. I admit, I have been experiencing some problems with real life but I hope I will be able to update more frequently now. Also, those of you with ff accounts will notice that I've replied your reviews? Well now, I'm gonna reply to the anonymous reviews. :)
Anon: Thank you so much for caring and I'm really grateful that you check on this story weekly and I will try my best to update this. Its just that I really have a lot of thing going outside of my writing life. I will finish this story, I have everything drafted out and the ending is already clear. I just need to find the time to write it.
macy: true, klaine arguements are really cute to see. and I'm hoping to achieve 10 chapters here.
Chapter 4
Sam Evans may look like your ordinary nerd, but those of you who think so beware. When he was six, Sam liked a lot of things. Things like The Terminator movies, Enter The Dragon, and most especially Drunken Master starring Jackie Chan. He had always admired how the infamous protagonist would jump from the top floor of the building and would miraculously fall on their feet. Now to some, this may seem silly but believe it or not this was one of the reasons why Sam wanted this kind of job. And yes, maybe his experience in military camp was an added bonus but for his defense, it was a childhood dream.
"You guys know Rush Hour 2?" he looks between the two gruff looking Chinese men in front of him. The two merely grunted something in mandarin which Sam – thanks to his numerous Bruce Lee movies – understood that it meant shut up, or at least an aggressive way to say keep quiet. "This scene reminds me of when Lee and Carter both got caught by the bad dudes but they sorta escaped into the sewers-"
Sam's head shot up to the only door of the four-walled room. A few Chinese men in black came inside before finally, Mr Wang's figure came into view. Sam couldn't help but cringe because the guy totally looks like the typical Chinese villain in the movies. He had a yellow complexion and a graying white hair, his frown seemed literally glued forever to his face. "You would do well to keep quit, Mr Evans" he said, accent thick yet there's a hint of frequent usage of the language.
"Look Mr. Wang, this is all a misunderstanding-"
"Indeed" Mr Wang padded to the other side of the room where a desk and chair was waiting. He took his time sitting down before he gestured the two men holding Sam up to move his chair – the same chair that he's currently tied down – closer to the Chinese businessman. "I cannot possibly think why the American security agency would waste their precious time with a lone businessman like me"
Sam's eyes positively widens at this, his mouth splitting into a smile "Exactly! So like, you can let me go now cause you know, this is all just wrong"
"Ah but you see, Mr Evans" Mr Wang said, standing up and walking to the small refrigerator near his desk before pulling out a champagne. Sam watched as a glasses-wearing Chinese man suddenly came out from behind him with two wine glasses. "Your presence has become quite an asset for me"
At hearing this, Sam knew how this would end. He would be ransomed for a big price and something bad would happen and this would all end up in a big jumble of mess. Still, he played the dumb card "What do you mean?" He added, "If you expect me to work for you then sorry man, I'm already occupied"
The loud sound of Mr Wang's laugh suddenly filled the small expanse of the room, the wave of noise bouncing within four walls and making Sam wince at all the creepiness of the place. "Mr Evans, you know you Americans are so funny" He said, filling one wine glass with the 1887 Champagne before pouring for the other wine and handing it to Sam. "Oh I forgot, you're tied down." Mr Wang gestured one of the guards behind Sam to untie one of the ropes preventing Sam's hand to move.
Sam flexed his left hand once it had been released. He tried moving his right hand and his legs but they were firmly tied to the chair. He honestly didn't know how Jackie Chan did the back flip thing and magically comes out untied from any matter holding him down. But, he guessed, a good explanation would be because that was all in a movie. Still, it would be so awesome if he could do that right now.
"Cheers Mr. Evans" Mr Wang said, raising his own glass before sipping. Sam had taken the offered wine and cautiously looked at the people around him then back to Mr Wang before he finally put the glass edge to his lips and drank. As expected it tasted delicious, just what you would get from a high vintage beverage. It had somehow reminded Sam of that movie where the Arnold Schwarzenegger fought for the elixir of life and had to kill dozens of monsters.
Sam shook his head, this wasn't the time for super cool combat action movies. "So wait, I'm supposed to help you…how?"
"Mr Evans, you clearly belong to a very powerful organization in America" Mr Wang commented, swirling the remains of his wine
Sam narrowed his eyes, "And..?"
Mr Wang smiled. Sam's eye twitched because, yeah, that was a bad sign. "I'll raise a proposition for you" Mr Wang sat back on his seat and pulled a few pieces of paper form his desk drawer. "I'll let you live if you tell me your objective of coming here"
Sam's eyes moved from left to right, his mind coming up ways on how he can fake this because he most absolutely cannot say anything about his missions – Rule number one in the spy book. "We just go mistook you for someone, is all" he said
The Chinese businessman eyed him for a second before he said something in Mandarin to the guards behind Sam. The next second, Sam found himself knocked off the ground by a by a sharp smack behind his head, taking the chair down wit him.
"Now I'll ask you again, Mr. Evans." Sam heard Mr Wang say before he felt the chair he was sitting on be brought back to place. "Why are you here?"
"I told you, we got the wrong guy!" Sam insisted blinking a few times to clear of the haze caused from the impact of the fall.
Bringing out his pen, Mr wang signed a few papers before sighing. "Mr Evans, I don't understand how you have the nerve to lie especially since your life is on the line" He said, looking from his papers to Sam. "No matter", he decided. "I'm sure the whatever it is you are keeping will be dealt with soon"
Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. Why dealt soon?
"Your face tells me you have a question" Mr wang says, smiling unnaturally. "Your headquarters" he lifted a single paper from his desk and waved it to Sam "has generously agreed to hand over a sum of money for your freedom and…" he paused, looking back at the paper "as an apology for barging into my manor"
That was when it hit Sam. The reason Mr Wang is agreeing to all this, the reason why he hadn't killed Sam yet – he wanted more money. But why? Sam bit the inside of his cheek, what good way to ask than now? "What do you want with all the money, anyway?"
"Mr Evans did you know that a single nuclear missile can cost up to ten billion dollars?" Mr Wang asked "and did you also know that Saudi Arabia has been creating one secretly?"
"So what are you going to do with them? After you buy them…" Sam asks, "and why are you telling me this?" he adds
Mr Wang simply puts his pen back in his coat pocket before standing from his seat to leave. "You Americans…so naïve." He pauses, reaching for the door. "I've already talked to your director and they have agreed to stop snooping around in my business for your head" He swings the door open and stops "You are lucky, Mr Evans…but a reminder, sometimes luck tends to runs out"
Then suddenly, he's left alone inside the room. Unable to move for even an inch and his left hand had been tied back down to the chair. He understands now, Mr Wang had been in need of the funds because he plans to buy a nuclear missile. But for what? What was he going to destroy? Those thoughts swam relentlessly in his mind and for once, he was thankful for the silence of the small room.
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Sam had been in the middle of a pleasant dream when he heard it. At first he thought it was ambulance but then the sound was all wrong and it was a little too loud. So that means the ambulance was getting closer but wasn't actually getting closer. The loudness of the sound stayed consistent. He groaned blinking as his eyes adjusted to the single bulb of light in the room. Then the footsteps outside the door started getting frantic and it seemed to past by the room but never actually stepped inside.
Sam grinned. That sound was definitely not an ambulance. It was the same sound that he heard when they first tried to bust inside the old Wang's mansion. He was finally getting the shit out this place. He tried moving the chair to get closer to the door but the attempts he's making only made him close to falling face first to the floor. He didn't want to take the risk of falling again. That too darn hurt and his head had yet to recover from it.
When the only door in the room finally opened, he honestly expected at least Blaine or Kurt to enter. Because lets face it, that's how it goes in the movies!
That's why when two black men came in with Mr Wang behind them, he just flat out lost it, "No way! Not you guys again"
Mr Wang nodded at the two men and Sam found himself being untied from the chair with a gun sticking painfully to the side of his neck.
"Don't try to make any wrong move, Mr Evans or I'll be forced to kill you" Mr Wang crossed his arms, noticing the way Sam tried to pull his arms from the tight bonds that held his hands together behind him. "Let's go" He said, the three following closely behind him.
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10:53 pm November 30, 2012
Wang Shi Hua Estate, Beijing China
"Oh god, these creeps just keeps on coming, don't they?" Blaine grips his gun tighter before peeking from his spot behind the wall and letting off a few shots. He inwardly smirked at the sound of pain coming from the other side of the wall. After all, Blaine Anderson is good at a lot of things. Shooting? Not particularly, no. So this was something he was proud of.
"Yeah. We're lucky we can still hold them off with this amount of ammos" Blaine looks up to the other side of the aisle behind the wall.
Agent Hummel.
Blaine isn't really sure, but for some reason Agent Hummel is with him in this lunatic quest to get Sam back. At first he thought the only reason Kurt was aboard this was because of Mercedes, the woman who so readily agreed to follow Blaine. He was proven incorrect though when they were planning about how they were gonna do this. It seems that Agent Hummel can be quite a member when you're on his good side. He's proven himself trustworthy when it comes to the mission and had even contributed a significant amount of insights to the plan.
"Come on, we better move before we completely run out guns" Kurt said handing a mask to Blaine before putting one on himself. He dug from inside of his pocket and lifted the smoke launcher to Blaine as sign. The curly haired agent immediately secured the mask around himself before nodding in assessment.
"Guys, I found Sam!" Mercedes' voice rang through their earpiece as they made their way past the smoke, knocking a few dozen men in the process. "He's at the top floor. Mr Wang's with him and a few guards."
As of the moment, Mercedes is in a van a few blocks away from the Wang Manor. She had originally wanted to help her two other members but Kurt had insisted she stay far away from the manor. Besides, her forte had always been tracking down and monitoring, so she readily agreed even though she also wanted to kick that Chinese Wang's sorry ass.
"Cedes"
"Yeah?"
"Directions please. These guys are too many and I don't think we'll make it in time if we have to deal with all of these" Kurt answered at the other line. Mercedes could hear a pained gruff in the background, probably another guy that got at the end of Kurt's kicks. It seemed that even with the tear gas, there were really too much of Wang's men
"well…" With a few types and codes, Mercedes' laptop showed two dots, blue and green – Kurt and Blaine. She then hit a few more keys and swiftly brushed through the cameras, stopping only when the figure of Sam's blonde hair caught her attention. "There's a shortcut down the hallway, and through the first door."
The two men were heavily panting by the time they got to the door Mercedes suggested, but the place that greeted them just confused them. It was just a room, with windows and a few tables and chairs. "Mercedes, what is going on?"
"Hey boy, you asked for a better route, I gave you one." Mercedes replied smiling at the computer where she could see the camera with Kurt and Blaine's confused faces. "Besides, the only way to go is up, right?"
Blaine and Kurt both looked at each other before sighing. Really, the woman was crazy, but smart. No doubt about that.
Kurt grabbed the nearest chair he could find before smashing it through the glass window. Blaine stayed by the door and fought off the other guards. It was a great move. With the tight space, Blaine could easily fend off the people two at a time as Kurt set up for the things they would need.
"Blaine" Kurt threw a device towards Blaine to which the other easily caught and even used it to punch some guy's face
A few seconds later, "I'm going Blaine!"
Blaine turned back to see Kurt disappear from outside the window. He swiftly opened the device given to him which turned into a metallic object that looked like the handrails of a Resistant Band. Blaine quickly pulled at them and the equipment split into two, one for each hand. Smirking, Blaine used the new weapon to punch a few more men straight in the face before running towards the window.
The metallic object Blaine was holding between his two palms immediately glued to the invisible magnetic cable cord Blaine couldn't see before. With one arm over another, he pressed the lone switch he could find in the equipment and found himself being pulled upwards toward the top of the building.
Blaine didn't expect anything when he reached the rooftop but he sure as hell never thought of a scenario as wild as this. Kurt caught by one of Wang's bodyguards, a gun pointed just below his jawline. Sam being held by another guard next to Mr Wang himself. A copter just behind them and Mr Wang dragging a protesting Sam inside it.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one surprised by the situation. The guard holding Kurt looked at Blaine and attempted to shoot him but he seemed to have forgotten he was holding an equally deadly opponent. Kurt took his chance and elbowed the guard's neck. The gun dropped from the man's hands, and Kurt swopped it in one fluid motion before pointing at the copter that was almost 40 feet high.
He was after all, the agency's best shooter.
He fired two shots, the guy holding Sam promptly fell to the ground. He pointed the gun to the front of the copter and let out three shots this time before he finally hit the person maneuvering the transportation vehicle. He gritted his teeth when the copter swerved to the right promptly knocking his view before it flew further away from the building.
Kurt's attention shifted to a frustrated sound Blaine made when he punched a nearby wall.
He sighed, pressing the connection device up his ear before speaking "Mercedes, they got away…"
So thats it for now! Since its summer break I'm hoping I'll be able to update faster. Hope you guys leave reviews! How do you plan on saving Sam if you were the three?