Chapter 2 – Interrupted Dreaming
Moonlight filtered through the thin, fluttering curtains, illuminating the entwined strands of dark and blonde hair, these only moving as two sleeping people breathed out, deeply asleep. A dark brow furrowed and then Lucy's eyes snapped open. A soft growl escaped her lips, "not again" she thought. Lucy looked over at the still sleeping blonde next to her, one arm draped over her hip. A soft smile shone on Lucy's face as she reached over to brush some of the locks away from Amy's face, at the action the blonde seemed to stir slightly but then settled. Lucy lent over and gave the blonde a small kiss on the cheek, then swung her legs off the bed and got up, grabbing some dark jeans and the same black shirt she'd worn last night off the floor quickly shoving them on, before heading off to the small office room she'd claimed as her security room.
Not soon after the brunette had left the room Amy stirred and feeling the coldness of the sheets next to her, she knew Lucy was gone before she'd opened her eyes. Staring up at the ceiling Amy sighed, she couldn't help but feel guilty, after all it was her fault Lucy couldn't do what she thought was best and now Lucy was up fretting all night about it. They were living their dream, Barcelona, art school, boat renting business but Amy was quickly realising that maybe the dream would have to be put on hold; Lucy was serious about thinking they were in danger here. The ex-criminal mastermind had evaded the law and enemies since she was a child and how good she was at doing just that was part of the legend that is Lucy Diamond. Amy knew Lucy now thought she was just being paranoid, after all, she'd not stayed in anyone place for as long as they'd been in Barcelona. But the blonde couldn't help but think that there must be a reason behind the brunette's late night stirrings, after all it had only started this week. The blonde sighed again, getting up and grabbing a t-shirt and shorts from the chair in the corner of their room, she'd tell Lucy that she trusted her instincts and wanted to move out in the morning, after all there were so many other places she could study art and Lucy could rent out boats, all that mattered was that they'd be together and safe.
Lucy was slumped in the chair, simply staring at the designs of the security, as far as she could tell they were as strong as she could make them in a residential building on a low budget, so essentially not very strong, but she had to believe that her and Amy's training would be enough to evade any attack if there was one. Lucy glanced up at the screens and smiled, Amy was up and wandering down the hall, no doubt coming to get her, the smile widened as she saw the blonde rub her eyes sleepily, she could just be so innocent at times, a simple white t-shirt and small blue shorts was a good look on her to. Lucy smirked; maybe sleep wouldn't be the first thing on Amy's mind either. The smirk dropped when she saw something peculiar on the screen, the curtain in the hallway was fluttering, they'd kept the window in the bedroom open, for the refreshing cool breeze but every other window in the house had been tightly locked. Lucy leapt up from the chair, flinging the door open a split second before the chaos broke loose.
The whooshing sound of a blow dart made Amy turn to face one intruder, then a soft thunk as the needle penetrated her thigh, a sharp coldness spread down her leg as whatever chemical they'd used entered her system.
"Amy!" Lucy shouted, the blonde swayed as she turned around, Amy took one stumbling step towards her, frowning with the effort and concentration it took for that one step, "why is Lucy frowning and shouting", she thought as her vision tunnelled, Amy felt nothing as she fell in a heap on the floor.
The sound of Amy's head smacking into the wooden floor rang loudly in Lucy's ears, but she didn't have long to think about that as a swarm of figures dressed all in black, including black masks rushed at her. Pure adrenaline guided her blocks, punches and kicks but for every one she managed to take down it seemed like two more of the masked enemy filled the gap. She snapped her head back, feeling the intended punch just graze her nose, "Shit", she thought, "there's too many of them." Blocking one attack left room for another to hit and she was tiring, her arms and legs feeling like lead, her body sore from the landed attacks. To her it was like she was moving in slow motion, as a sucker punch hit her stomach and she doubled over, where a swift hammer punch to the back had her sprawled on the floor, where they pinned her down. A prick on her upper arm followed by the sharp coldness spreading down the arm and she knew it was over, they'd got her and Amy, all she could hope was that they'd be kept together so they could wait for an opportunity to escape. As her vision tunnelled as feminine voice pierced the haze surrounding Lucy,
"Keep them separate, they'll be easier to control if they are unsure of the others whereabouts."
"Oh shit." was Lucy's last thought before she blacked out.
*unmarked car, whereabouts unknown*
Amy groaned as she awoke, her head thumping. The blindfold over her eyes was digging into the bridge of her nose. She felt distinctly sick as the vehicle jolted over rough terrain. Her hands wandered over her surroundings, trying to determine if she was near the car door, but all she felt was a knee on either side of her.
A rough chuckle to her left broke the silence in the car, a deep gruff voice followed it, "You can keep doing that all you want Sleeping Beauty, eh?" the stench of his breath saturated the air but at least by hearing his accent she knew he was American. Her mind raced through the possible agencies which could have caught up with her and Lucy, but of course she wouldn't be able to narrow it down until she could escape and contact her friends to see if any agency had gone on a mission to Barcelona, it was a small chance that they'd be able to tell her everything but she knew that Max, Dominique and Janet would help her, after all they'd been a team and DEBS stick together.
Course she'd had to think of how to get away, although it was becoming easier to think as the nausea, from whatever drug they had use combined with a bump on the head, faded. Amy felt a small smirk tug at the corner of her mouth; they didn't know that and no one liked people being sick in a car and still having to drive with it in the car. She clenched her hands into fists, lifting them to her mouth, faking a groan as she lend forward, jerking slightly as if from a retch.
"Ahh, yo, pull over! Looks like she's gonna be sick, remember the boss said she could be if she reacted badly to that stuff" Gruff, as she'd affectionately nicknamed the agent or henchman to her left, shouted at the driver as she continued to retch. The car slammed to a halt, jerking her forward; at least they'd had the sense to put the seatbelt on her. Gruff snapped it off and pulled her roughly out of the car, she grimaced as the skin of her knees was scraped away by the rough earth. Sounds of the other two doors slamming and 2 sets of footprints walked around to where she was knelt.
"3 men, easy" she smiled, then centred herself before launching into action, she snapped up throwing a wild right hook in the direction of Gruff, she could have laughed in relief when it hit sending him stumbling back thudding to the ground; she backtracked, pulling at the blindfold, ripping it off. The sudden light forced her to close her eyes and she felt one of the men rush at her, squinting, she managed to just avoid the punch thrown at her head. Grabbing the arm in front of her she pulled, then threw up a knee, and felt the nose of the man crunch as off balance he fell at a speed into her knee then dropped to the ground in front of her. The last man cracked his knuckles and smirked, Amy rolled her eyes, usually that kind of show lead to a poorly executed kick, and yep, her experience was right. The kick missed and she swept his legs out from underneath him easily, sending him crashing to the floor, where a swift punch knocked him out. She glanced over the men, all black jumpsuits, no identification apparent on them, probably mercenaries of some kind. She took the smallest gun and its rounds off them and holstered it at her hip. She ran to the car, hoping that Lucy was still unconscious and being kept in the same area as her. Amy threw the door open and swung herself into the drivers' seat and looked round, no Lucy. Amy could have cried, she was in the middle of nowhere, with no way of getting in contact with anyone for the moment, clearly in more danger than she'd been in for a long time. Amy shook her head, there was no time for that, she started the car and spun it round, heading back down the road, leaving the men in the dust, hoping she'd find a small village or town soon.
*another unmarked car, whereabouts unknown*
Everything ached, badly. Every time the car turned or hit a dip in the road she felt another injury somewhere. When she moved her wrists she felt handcuffs scrape the skin there. The radio was on quietly the in the background, Lucy recognised the station, so she knew they were still in around Barcelona, she had to get out soon, get hold of Scud then find Amy. Lucy lifted her handcuffed hands to rub her face, feeling some of the grit of dried blood flake off her cheek. From what she could her from outside the car, they were moving pretty quickly through quiet side streets.
A particularly sharp bend threw Lucy's head against the window. Oh, she could have laughed, "amateurs, placing a hostage next to the car door, but have they left it unlocked?" she wondered. Lucy grimaced as she slowly felt along the door, the handcuffs painfully tight, her fingers hit the handle, then as she felt the driver break slightly, preparing to turn, Lucy hoped it'd turn left so the plan would work, as the car started to turn she grasped the handle and jerked it, slamming her shoulder into the door at the same time, it flew open and she was flung out of the car. Lucy cried out as the tarmac and handcuffs bit into her skin, but she ripped off the blindfold as she heard the car screech to a halt, the smell of hot rubber permeating the air.
Knowing she wouldn't be able to fight effectively, Lucy ran, swerving through alleyways, hoping she'd hit somewhere she could hide soon. The sound of heavy boots hitting the pavement behind her drove her forward, suddenly a buildings fire escape was in front of her, Lucy climbed up the fire escape with difficultly, as she hit the top she heard it clang as several bodies started climbing below her. She set off running again, glad that they were in a part of the city that had buildings close together, as she pushed off and jumped over to the next building, spotting its roof entrance ajar, she rolled as she landed. Pushing herself back up again Lucy launched herself at the door, chucking it open and stumbling inside the large building.
Lucy was tiring, she could feel herself slowing down, she had to get away fast now, otherwise she'd have no chance. Randomly turning down hallways Lucy could hear one of the men shout at the others to split up, a smile cracked through her exhaustion, this would make things a lot easier for her. One heavy set of footsteps thudded towards her, others got fainter as the men got further away, just as the man turned around the corner Lucy slammed her handcuffed hands as hard as she could into his face, dropping him like a stone. Lucy's hands ran over the body, grabbing the gun and rounds, but no sign of who they were working for were apparent, she'd have to get the information later, first she had to get the handcuffs off and find a safer place. Lucy ran back up the roof and down the fire escape, running in the opposite direction from where she'd come from.
The streets and alleyways were quiet, luckily for the ex-villain, her steps were getting clumsy from exhaustion, the various cuts on her body pulling and stinging, she tripped again, though this time she stayed down, breathing hard, sitting up she leant against the wall of the alley, handcuffed hands in her lap. Closing her eyes against the pain, a slight chuckle of relief escaped her, glad that she still kept one habit up from her thieving days; she drew her right foot up and took off the shoe, reaching into the shoe Lucy felt for a catch in the material and pulled it hard, ripping the lining out. She instantly grabbed the stashed picklock out of the shoe. Lucy's fingers fumbled as she struggled to unlock the handcuffs, pain and tiredness taking away any concentration she may have had. Eventually Lucy heard the tell tale click and loosening of one handcuff, she pulled her right hand free and quickly set to work on the left one, this quickly came off and she rubbed her raw wrists in relief. Now she just had to find somewhere to hide for the time being and get hold of Scud, somehow.