A/N-Yes, I am alive. Yassen has allowed me to live thus far.
Disclaimer: wish i did. don't
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Click Click.
His hard rubber soled shoes clacked against the marble floor. It was early he assumed. The sun was fully out and visitors were coming in to see their ill loved ones. Maybe an hour or two past opening hours. Sure, he could have arrived earlier. But, truth was, he wasn't sure he could have actually handled himself.
He was a soldier. And, a good one at that. Amazing in fact.
--But what he had seen at Air Force One wasn't so amazing.
In fact, it had been frightening. Disturbing. Wrong.
The one day he had taken a day off of work, the private airport was invaded and many-well, most, of the workers were killed. Not just guards though. Flight attendants too. Innocent young women who were planning to go home to their children later that day. They were shot multiple times and some were even knifed to death as they struggled.
Those people would never come home. And, for some reason the government felt a need to keep the event highly classified information. Even he didn't know the full story and would, no doubt, be in trouble if someone found out how much he knew.
David couldn't understand how high officials would explain the disappearance of the workers to their families. He didn't even know what had happened exactly, other than an attempted take-over situation had hijacked the President's plane.
But one fact, that he did know was that his younger brother was dead.
And David Javenson was not a forgiving man.
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Alex woke suddenly with a jerk and twisted his neck around to get a better view of his surroundings. His hands were bound and he felt groggy. The drug they gave him hadn't worn off much yet so his limbs were almost near lifeless themselves.
Pushing his back up was difficult. It felt as if he was glued to the floor. But he eventually strained himself enough to lean against a near by wall. And then he realized the wall was vibrating.
Blinking twice, slowly, Alex adjusted his eyes to the darkness and only saw four rectangular walls. There was a small, square window in front of him. But it was closed and he wouldn't have been able to reach it anyway.
So, he was in some truck and couldn't move.
That doesn't leave me with a whole lot to go on, Alex mused.
He looked for something sharp to rub his bonds against but found none. The only object in the van was listless, limp body.
But it didn't make sense for them to only drug him for part of the journey. That probably meant that they hadn't given him enough sedation by accident.
That left Alex with the element of surprise and he hoped it would be enough.
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'beeeep'
The airport door buzzed in approval and the attendant waved him forward. Yassen stepped soundlessly and made his way forward. It had gone well so far. No one had stopped him and thanks to his preparation for unlikely situations, he had an alias made years ago that was good for any country in the Western hemisphere. Preparation was just another lesson that John Rider had taught him.
In fact, at this moment he was not Yassen Gregorovich. No, he was Adam Alloway His homeland was New Zealand and he had been in the US simply for a investment deal. The plane would take him straight to the UK where he would continue his private investment business.
Or, at least--
That was what his passport said anyway...
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This was pure boredom. He was so bored right now, he would have read a book if he'd had one with him. Not just a picture book either. One of those colossal chapter ones that he always skipped through school.
"Remind me again why we aren't telling anyone about the dead guy in the next room?!"
"He's not dead."
Jimmy rolled his eyes and stood up to stretch his muscles that had not moved for several dull hours.
"Okay, sure, whatever... But why aren't we telling anyone?! Is this illegal? Are you making me an accomplice to a crime or something doc?! Look, I have a clean record! Well, not counting the couple cars I totalled at-"
"-Listen to me! I'm not a criminal. What happened to this man iscriminal. I'm just trying to help what should have never happened. If the authorities get hold of this then so will the media, and then any hope for a normal chance at what small possibility this man has for life is gone. Gone. Zip. Never again. Do you understand what I'm saying Mr. Lakes?"
Doctor Hoskins waited for an answer from the young man who was pacing across the room.
"Yeah. Yeah...whatever...No need to get all sobby about it doc. I'm just tryin' to say that he looks pretty dead to me..."
James smiled. "You have your moments kid, you know that right?"
"Whatever."
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"Third row to the back. Aisle seat, sir. Please let us know if you require anything."
"Thank you."
A flight attendant had directed Adam-Yassen to his seat. He calmly sat and glanced down the rows. The jet did not seem crowded at all. This must not have been tourist season. Frowning to himself Yassen realized that he did not even know what season it was. The bullet had not been so kind with his, usually, sharp mind.
He would just have to fix that.
Scanning the plane, more carefully this time, he still viewed few people. There was a younger boy beside him. Maybe fourteen or fifteen years of age. Though he would never admit to such thoughts, Yassen wondered why he was traveling alone. If, by some strange miracle at the end of the world, Yassen had a child of his own, he wouldn't let him ride a desolate plane to another country, alone.
Why do I care? I shouldn't worry about that. It's none of my business.
Sighing to himself, he sunk deeper into the seat. The boy reminded him of Alex. That was why it bothered him. Nothing more than a figure that triggered his memory. That was it.
And once again, he wondered what Alex was doing at that moment.
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Alex was standing up now. The car slowed to a minimal speed. This was it. He would escape now or never. He had one chance to get this right.
Flexing his muscles against the bonds proved useless, but it started the circulation in his arms comfortably.
The car stopped and he was ready.
As soon as the door opened with a tiny stream of light peeking through, he lunged.
"What the-OW!"
He had landed on the man in front of him and quickly stood up and ran for it. A building was in the distance, but it was too far away to make out. Alex looked every direction but found nothing but trees. He was in the middle of nowhere.
"Don't move!" The man screamed out.
But of course, Alex didn't listen.
No, instead he ran deeper into the woods and didn't dare look back.
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"Hey. Hey buddy. Excuse me."
Yassen cracked open one of his eyes. The boy was saying something. What was wrong with him? It seemed like the flight had just started and Yassen was trying to get rest for once. Heaven knows he hadn't ever had that chance before.
"Hello? Are you awake?"
He opened both eyes and frowned at the person by the window.
"No offense, but is everyone in America this rude?"
The boy looked annoyed. "None taken. I'm Canadian, jerk."
"Ah, I see. Well, if you will be so kind as to be quiet during the flight."
Yassen leaned back to close his eyes again.
"Wait! I was just trying to ask you if you knew what time it was!"
He sighed. Why hadn't the boy said that in the first place? Honestly, teenagers today were raised to be babbling idiots. Yassen knew this because he was usually the one that killed those idiots.
" I don't know. Goodbye."
Once again, he tried to close his eyes but was interrupted.
"Do you think the flight attendant would know?"
"Yes-No-how should I know? Is it really that necessary?"
"I need to meet my cousin at the right time. He's usually really late, or really early or- Okay, so he's kind of an idiot..."
Yassen nearly half smiled to himself. He was always correct.
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He ran faster. The wind pulled at his face and Alex began to sweat. He abruptly stopped and leaned over to take a breath.
A leaf cracked and someone grabbed him around the waist.
"Let go!"
"Calm down."
With one hand still around his waist, another hand reached up toward the back of his neck. The man pressed hard on a pressure point. Alex screamed and struggled which only made the man hold tighter in his vice-grip.
"Just calm down, okay."
This wasn't fair. None of it was. This was supposed to be over. He hated MI6. He hated everything.
"Oh Jack..."He sobbed and then passed out as black spots danced in his eyes.
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"Miss Starbright..." Crawford said. She was bleeding, badly. Someone had used a knife to subdue her and there was blood all over the cream colored carpet.
Crawford gently lifted her motionless body up into his arms and carried her out of the house.
If this was the shape she was in, he dreaded to think of what had happened to Alex.
And, above all--
Why?!
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A/N-So there you go. Please review. It keeps a story going. ;)
Sorry for being so mean to Jack, and Alex, and Yassen, and-...You get the point --
1) Do you want Jack to live?(mean question, I know)
2)What characters do you not like? Which ones do you like?
3) Ideas? Suggestions? Subtle directions for this story to go?
Aha! For the people that don't believe in reviewing, I now have Yassen on my payroll. And, he has a gun :D
-evil laughter in background-