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Chapter 6
"They're gone."
"We'd better stay here a while longer," The taller of their captors grimly stated, "They may come back…"
A heavy sort of trepidation fell over the mixed group as they looked up at the floorboards once more.
The blonde of the three captors pulled out a flashlight from his stolen vest.
"Do you think our hostages here will be of any use?" He teased with a smug smirk, flashing the light into Leon's eyes.
Artificial light flickered before settling an eerie glow to the underground bunker.
"Could you move me beside my husband, I'm quite scared," The sole female company stated softly. The men turned towards the black haired woman with various levels of incredulity, who simply shared a wry smile.
"You're married to this babe?!" The blonde armored man spluttered, glancing frantically between the two captives.
Leon nodded slowly, glancing at the woman he just met, "I'm just as surprised as you are. But yeah." Whether it was for the better or worse, they were stuck in the same situation and seemed somewhat on the same side. He would go along with her, for now.
"Whaaaaat," The blonde man continued, blatantly checking the Asian woman out.
"Keep your eyes to yourself," Leon quipped, the grin threatening to appear.
"Do you even know who we are," The more grim of the two interrupted.
"Are you the Wizard of Oz?" He raised a brow in response.
"I'm thinking more so the flying monkeys," His 'wife' suggested, cutting into a gasp as the taller man grasped the back of her chair and practically threw it beside Leon. With quick feet, the American stuck out his foot, steadying a leg of the chair to keep her from toppling over.
"You people in the CIA call us terrorists," The brunette growled into their faces.
"But we prefer to call ourselves, pro-independence fighters," The second gestured with hand signs similar to that in American rap videos.
Kagome pursed her lips, that explained which side they were stuck on and who they were hiding from.
"What is the CIA doing here? Was it you who put the government up to this? Are there any more of you?" At the last question, his brown eyes slid between the two hostages.
"We're not CIA agents," Leon began calmly, "We're just regular Americans who were screwed out of their honeymoon, dumped in a plane and brought to this place. Without any breakfast."
The woman beside her tilted her head downwards to hide the smile on her face.
"They came for you two while you were on vacation?!" The punky-looking blonde practically spat out in awed disbelief.
Thick eyelashes fluttered around stormy blue eyes as 'Dorothy' twisted into a pout.
"I know right? We just got married and we can't even enjoy our own getaway. We haven't even gotten to the exciting part," She breezed through the lie with a bold wink thrown his way. The louder of their interrogators seemed to enjoy her performance as he burst laughing.
Leon was briefly reminded of another black-haired Asian woman. Were all women this devious?
"Hey Buddy, these guys must be pretty high up in the CIA for them to do that!"
"You've been watching too many movies," Leon dryly commented.
"Then what are you?" 'Buddy' asked as he moved towards his accomplice, "Is it common for people in America to be packing one of these while on vacation?" He lifted the rifle they had confiscated.
"And those?" He then pointed to bow and arrows as well as various knives sitting on the table in the far corner. The sheer number of blades had him raising a brow and glancing at his temporary companion. He was met with a shrug.
"Sure."
"Of course."
"We've been doing it since the country's been founded," Leon finished, finding their interrogation almost comical.
"WOW, America's the BOMB yo!"
The pure awe in his voice seemed to be trigger as his 'wife' burst into giggles.
"Whatever. But even if you're not CIA. There is no doubt you two must be pretty special for America to send you here. You were able to take down that thing after all."
Leon and his companion tensed, so they were utilizing the BOWs for their cause.
"If you don't stop messing with those things, you're going to get us all killed," Leon jerked in his restraints, glaring heatedly at the rebels.
"Then there is no doubt about the fact that you are our enemy."
"And you think those things are your friends? Your pets to do whatever you want them to do?" The woman bit sharply, "You're way in over your head if that's what you think is going on. Those monsters are only under influence as long as the handler is strong, and it's always a matter of time."
The three men then followed her gaze as she turned her head to stare right into a dark corner intently.
As if on cue, bone-rattling coughs echoed from said corner.
"Your time is almost up," She finished with a low tone echoing an emotion that had the rebels clenching their fists.
Aside from almost being killed to being tied to chairs as war hostages.
She pitied them.
Leon turned to stare at the woman, from her eyes to her lips they were etched with sympathy.
For someone who lied as easily as breathing, she showed her emotions quite openly on her face.
Just who was she?