Happy Glee day! NOT
More action in this chapter. Sadako Mcfly was asking if they will ever tell their real stories to each other and the answer is yes, very soon.
Enjoy
Chapter 17
Getting Rory Flanagan into the sleek sports car was tough, but that was nothing compared to being squished in the back seat with Brittany as well. Santana could barely breathe.
"Can you stop squirming like an earth worm?" Santana shoved Rory, who was sitting in between her and Brittany. They put a black cloth over his head so he couldn't see but that didn't stop him from shouting profanities and moving around. Twice, Santana had asked for a group consensus to knock him out for a few hours.
"Let me out!" He cried over and over.
Santana was a ticking bomb.
"We're almost to the hide out. Hold on a bit longer." Quinn tried to assure Santana her suffering wouldn't last much longer.
"Maybe we should switch places, this guys potato farm must be failing cus he has like no skin on him all I can feel is bone."
"We have a sheep farm," Rory argued back.
"Like that makes a difference, it's still a farm." Santana rolled her eyes, "And no one gave you permission to talk Irish. Shut up."
"Patience Santana," Brittany reached for Santana's hands across Rory. He was now effectively trapped as if he were wearing a safety belt.
"We should have at least stuffed his mouth." Santana grumbled but accepted her fate.
Santana insisted on handling Rory when they got back to the hideout. All her plans of finally being safe with Brittany were destroyed. She took it out on their captive.
"Hey be gentle," Rory said annoyed that Santana was pulling him by the collar. He was already having a hard time walking without seeing anything.
"Walk faster," Santana continued to pull. Inside, she pulled over a good sturdy chair and sat him down. His butt landed with a loud thud.
"You are going to pay for this!" He said as he was tied up to the chair.
"Never mind the whining baby, where's my food?"
"Remember, we didn't get any because the baby got dragged along."
"Great, Britts let's get some alcohol." Brittany smiled empathetically at Santana. There wasn't much that could change Santana's mood, well except for sweet lady kisses and that might not be so appropriate at the moment.
When everybody had gotten something to drink, they sat in a semi circle facing Rory. They still hadn't removed the bag from over his head.
"So should we like, let him breathe?" Brittany wondered.
"We should let him die, Britt babe. Look at all the trouble he's caused us."
"Ugh, we need answers from him, and then we can decide if we want to kill him." Puck said, standing up and ripping the bag off Rory.
The boy squinted in the harsh lamp light. He did not have one trace of menace in his appearance but everybody knew better than to underestimate him.
"Alright, this is what we're going to do. We ask, you answer; straight and simple. If you irritate Santana in anyway, she'll give you a little knick with her knife wherever she wants. So you don't want to get on her bad side. Understand?" Puck smirked at Santana. Rory nodded his consent.
"First, what would it benefit you to hold me and Rachel Berry hostage?"
"Simple, with Rachel I should have gotten those two pain-in-the-arse's and with you I could black mail the big fish to leave me alone."
"That never would have happened. Both our agencies would stop at nothing to kill you no matter how many agents have to be sacrificed."
Rory shrugged at the information.
"I have a question," Santana stood up, knife playing dangerously on her fingertips, "What happens if you die tonight?"
"That will not happen; I see no need to speculate."
With a swift slice through the air, Santana left a shallow trail of blood flowing down Rory's forearm.
"I answered your question!"
"Wrong answer, now tell me. What is all this for? What happens to your business if you die tonight?"
The others in the room looked nervously at one another. They did not want to see Santana draw blood again.
"Fine, if I'm out of the picture, my Uncle wins. He gets everything, the oil shares will be sold and all my hard work will come to nothing."
"So why not kill your uncle?"
"His time is coming, but I have to deal with you pests crawling all over my business first!"
"And what is your business?" Santana questioned further.
"That's none of your business." Rory received a swat over his left cheek from Santana's knife. There remained a large bleeding gap under his eye. "It won't matter anyway once you're all dead." He sneered. "I was in talks with some big shareholders here about buying their shares of the world's largest oil manufacturing company; my deal was coming through just fine. I was going to get a lovely 20% of all shares of crude oil in the world. Add that to my other 20% and I have 40, the most amounts of shares out of everybody. But the deal was fragile and you people tipped the balance." He spat.
"That means some people in high places saw the potential disaster of one person holding so much of the oil shares that they wanted to get rid of you. And that's where we step in. It's not our fight against you but we have jobs to do, one of them being to eliminate you."
"Wait, where does Jesse St. James fit into all of this?" Brittany wondered. "Didn't your dad leave everything to you? Jesse wouldn't even be a threat."
"Ahhhh, so ignorant," Rory shook his head. He was awarded with a sharp poke and drag down the back of his neck.
"Don't call Brittany stupid ever asshole," Santana seethed. By now, blood was soaking his shirt and dripping off his body to the floor.
"Oh, he has a say alright," Rory said bitterly. "My dad gave my undeserving uncle half of the oil shares he owned, and he gave him the sheep farm."
"So you wanted Jesse's half of the shares because you were afraid he'd sell them."
"I have to get them before he even finds out he has rights over them."
"You mean Jesse St. James doesn't know what he's been given in your father's will?" Brittany spoke, surprised.
"I've kept that knowledge hidden from him. The moment he knows, he sells the shares for his next stupid Broadway project and maybe builds a retirement home on my father's sheep farm. See what a waste it will be?"
"Don't play the sympathy card, nobody cares," Santana rolled her eyes.
"You know, you're a very nice bunch to talk to. Since you're going to die anyways in the next 24 hours I might as well tell you my ultimate plans."
"Great, once you're done. I'll be putting this through your heart so your plans won't matter anyways. Amuse us."
Rory snickered. A person in his position should not be snickering. The blood running down his face gave him a powerful look, like someone who could sneer in the face of death because he knew he would escape it. It made everyone a little uneasy.
"Well, I was scoping out my uncle's fortune. That's why he's still alive and I'm still his golden boy. Little does he know that I'm cleaning him out behind his back; I was going to kill him myself when he had no more use to me."
Brittany and Quinn portrayed shock that someone could hate their own family so much.
"Surprising right?" Rory seemed able to read their minds. "My uncle has done nothing but ruin my family."
"He seems to be doing just fine. He's one of the most famous Broadway producers to date." Puck pointed out.
"Don't you see how selfish that is? He took half our family fortune to do what? Give himself the pleasure of watching men and woman sing and dance for him! And he gave nothing back to the family. When I was twelve, an epidemic hit the sheep farm. We lost almost all our sheep and had to rebuild the business again! And where was my gay uncle? I don't even know if he heard of what happened. It's not fair, after everything and my father still gives him more than he gave me! His son who helped the sheep business survive and was making the new oil business even more profitable."
"You sound psycho." Brittany concluded.
Rory glared at her but said no more. He stared at each person like they were obstacles, blocking him from his glorious goal.
"Well, what do we…" Puck never finished his sentence. A bullet came out of nowhere and hit him square on the chest. He stumbled backwards and lost his footing.
"Puck!" Santana screamed and fell immediately by his side. The rest jumped out of their seats, guns pulled and ready. They aimed at the shooter in the doorway.
"Wait!" Brittany shouted eyes wide in confusion. "Sugar?"
"Sugar, you've come to save me!" Rory put on a charming smile and then changed it to a 'poor-me' look when he saw that she had taken in his bound and bleeding condition.
"Sugar?" Santana looked up from the floor where Puck was sitting up as well. The bullet had been stopped by the vest he was still wearing.
Sugar stood unmoving and quite speechless in the doorway. Her gun was still raised in a frozen position. All eyes were on her.
"Well, where are my men. Where is the back-up! Take these people and get me out of here!" Rory threw a tantrum and rocked the chair off its balance. It tipped and lay sideways on the floor with him still attached to it.
"What are you doing Sugar?" Quinn and Brittany rushed to the girl and carefully removed the gun from her hands.
"I don't know whose side I'm on." She replied honestly.
"You're on our side of course!" Brittany spoke incredulously.
"No, she's my girl!" Rory wiggled trying to break free.
"Sugar?" Everyone waited for the girl to clear up the mystery.
"I'm a little dizzy I think I need to sit."
Quinn and Brittany lead her to a chair and handed her a cup of bubbly.
"Tell us everything Sugar, what is going on. Were you followed here?" The four surrounded the girl, trying to soothe her into talking.
"He called me to help him. I couldn't find him so I tracked him to the car. He wasn't there anymore but I saw the bodies. And I knew someone had captured him so I tracked his phone to here. Then I saw those two," she pointed at Puck and Santana, "She was going to kill him." "I couldn't let him die!"
"What the fuck?" Santana said completely lost. Apparently, Brittany and Quinn knew this Sugar girl very well. In fact, Santana recalled seeing her with them in the Dubai.
"Sugar, I don't even understand why you're in contact with Rory Flanagan. Are you undercover?"
"No," Sugar said and began to sob.
"Oh great, another cry baby." Santana rolled her eyes. "How is she even a trained agent?"
"Sugar is very capable of kicking bad-guy ass," Brittany replied seriously, "She's just a little emotionally fragile."
"None of this makes sense, you have to tell us what's going on," Brittany knelt down beside the distressed girl and stroked her hair.
"I can't tell you," she sniffled. "It's bad enough that he knows."
"Rory knows something about you? Is he using you through blackmail?"
"Yes," Sugar nodded.
"Double Asshole," Santana whipped her head around and directed the insult at Rory. Her face fell instantly. "Oh shit."
Everybody turned to look at the now empty chair lying on its side. "He's gone?" Puck said in disbelief. "I'm going after him, he's not armed." Puck didn't know how long he'd been gone but it couldn't have been over ten minutes.
"He's got a knife," Santana warned, "My knife." She realized that she must have dropped it when Puck had been hit and Rory had used it to get free somehow.
"I'm such an idiot," she fumed.
"No you're not honey," Brittany pulled her wife into a hug and kissed her gently on her forehead. "Puck will find him and bring him back, don't worry."
Santana smiled, she was still worried of course but some of it had dissolved with Brittany's reassuring words. Sugar on the other hand was still inconsolable.
"I'm sorry, but he knows things about me that I can't even tell you, my friends. I don't know how he found out."
"You know, if he found out then I bet we can too. Are you sure you don't want to tell us?"
"Now you're blackmailing me?" Sugar cried even more.
"Sorry," Quinn backtracked, "I didn't mean it like that. Of course if you don't want to tell us then it's fine. But I will look for something if it's keeping you in danger. Friends help each other Sugar, and I don't care what you've done in the past, I just want you to be okay and safe."
"But I didn't do anything, it's not my fault."
"Okay," Quinn held Sugar close. She turned to Brittany and Santana who were now clearly worried over what Sugar was hiding. "I think we should call it a night, I'll take care of Sugar. One of you can go help Puck, and one of you stay close by in case I need help."
"I'll go search for Rory with Puck," Santana said, feeling guilty that she had given Rory his instrument of escape.
"Hey," Brittany reached for Santana's arm before she could leave. "It's not your fault okay? I love you honey, stay safe."
Santana nodded and put her gun down momentarily to grip Brittany behind her neck. She drew her blonde haired goddess of a wife towards her and kissed her deeply. "I promise to stay safe, call for me if you need me." Brittany nodded and leaned in again for one more kiss.
"I love you." Santana said as she broke away. She checked that her gun was fully loaded and then left the cabin.
Brittany let her go with a sigh. "Okay, let's get her talking."
Santana walked carefully into the darkness of the woods. She aimed the flashlight on top of her gun into the dense foliage which gave her vision a few meters ahead. All was still except for the rustling of leaves and twigs under her army boots.
After walking in quite deep, she thought it might be good to get Puck's location so they didn't accidently bump into each other and shoot the other dead. She was just about to call out when her foot stepped into another footstep much bigger than hers. It must be Pucks. But then she looked around her and there were other boot prints of different sizes. They can't all be his.
It startled Santana so much that these fresh prints were everywhere. She was at lost what to do, but her mind was already telling her one thing. The cabin was not safe anymore; there were others in the area. Sooner than they wished, someone would find them. She thought next of Brittany, Quinn, and Sugar unsuspecting in the cabin. They had to know and they had to find Puck so they could leave.
In an instant she was running back the way she came as quickly and quietly as she could. The underbrush nicked at her bare arms but she didn't slow down. The light bobbed in front of her making it difficult to see the path but still she pressed on with the terrible image of Brittany being in danger in mind. She didn't see it coming till she rammed right into it.
For a second Santana was stunned, lying on her back. Her thoughts were not collecting fast enough. She'd run into something. A tree? A bear? An electricity pole? No, no, it couldn't be any of those things except maybe the bear and then, if it was, she'd probably be half eaten by now. The thing had moved straight into her path. She blinked a few times before her eyes adjusted to her surroundings.
"Santana," Somebody was calling her, it sounded distant. But the more she came to, the more she realized that the voice was directly above her and not loud at all.
"Puck?"
"Santana, you have to get up." Puck's eyes darted from side to side. Santana picked up on the rustling in the trees around them.
"Did you see them? The footprints?" Santana asked, suddenly alert and getting up.
"I saw the people," Puck confirmed, "and I think they saw me. That's why I was running. You ran right into me."
"Well, at least I didn't run into any of them. How many?" Santana dusted herself off.
"I saw, five. There could be more."
"Ugh, I'm not ready for round two. Can't this night give me a break? By the way, we have to get back to the girls and warn them."
"Too late," Puck said and slammed his back against Santana's. Around them seven men closed in, guns pointed.
"It's the police and you two are under arrest." A bulky man stepped forward. "Put your weapons down."
"Why are you arresting us," Santana said back to him.
"You are responsible for taking money illegally and for murder."
"Oh shit," Santana whispered to Puck, "They totally sold us out those assholes."
"I won't say it again, put your weapons down!"
"We can talk this out officer…" Puck bought some time as he tried to think of how to get them out of this sticky situation.
"Karofsky and yes we can talk this out at the precinct. Now this is your last chance to do as I've ordered or my men shoot."
"Okay, okay," Puck slowly put his weapon down; Taking extra long to lower it gently onto the ground.
"You too," Karofsky pointed to Santana was still struggling with the decision to drop or dash.
Suddenly Santana's phone began to ring. She pulled it out which apparently was not the right thing to do.
"Drop that! PUT IT ON THE GROUND!" Karofsky shouted at her, his face paling. She then realized why the men had become so afraid.
"What? It's just my mom calling." Santana snorted. The blue light of the screen cast an eerie glow in the dark forest.
"Really?" Karofsky said relieved. He wiped his brow.
"No shit, it's a bomb!"
The police started to simultaneously shout at her again. Puck took the opportunity to jump for the officer's feet and bundle him to the ground. The other police instantly pointed their gun at him but Karofsky was on top, shielding Puck. "Drop you're weapons or everybody get's blown." Santana ordered.
The small moment of indecision was perfect timing. Instantly, two men fell onto their knees clutching their hearts. The other men spun around looking at each other in wonder. What was happening?
Karofsky was still struggling on the ground with Puck. The distraction amongst the soldiers gave her the chance to kick the big oaf squarely in the balls.
"You're welcome," She smiled at Puck and then dashed to take cover behind some trees. Two more men had now fallen, leaving the struggling officer and two other police.
"What's happening, what's happening" one young man was repeating over and over. He was truly scared seeing the fate his mates had just met.
From behind a tree, Brittany landed a knock on his head using a rock. The young man passed out immediately. Santana took the other police out with the butt of her gun. The only one left was the burly officer.
"We'll let you go free." Puck breathed heavily as he talked to the wriggling man on the ground. "But you have to tell the government we aren't the ones they want. We're hired and, yes, breaking the law but there are bigger fish out there that you want to deal with. I'll give you some names in exchange for freedom. You don't come after us and if we meet again you let us off the hook.
Karofsky gave a sigh and nodded. Puck knew of course that he would not keep his promise but it was something he had to accept.
"Okay, first is Rory Flanagan. The FBI should be all over that, unless they want the American economy to crash land into the Rocky Mountains without warning. Secondly, William Shuester is my boss; he gives us all the assignments and should lead you to the real men on top of things. And one more name, Fabray."
Brittany gasped at hearing the name. Santana only winced. She knew it was a possibility but she had never said anything to Brittany or Quinn. He was just a suspect after all and they had no proof. But she and Puck had overheard the name several times connected to their 'rival' agency.
"Russel Fabray may be the biggest crime lord out there. He has several hundred assassins working for him."
"Is it true?" Brittany whispered to Santana. "Quinn's dad is our boss?"
"We don't know that for certain," Santana replied, "but it's highly possible. Our side has been throwing that name around a lot lately and not in a positive way. The higher ups must be getting into fights over territories and jobs."
"Come on girls," Puck motioned for them to follow him after he'd gathered all the weapons from the fallen policemen.
The moment Puck opened the cabin door, Quinn popped out from behind the counter gun trained and ready to shoot.
"Oh thank God, it's you guys. Brittany got an SOS and she went out to find you."
"She was our hero," Santana smiled sweetly and kissed Brittany on the lips. Puck and Quinn were used to the PDA and just ignored them.
"How's Sugar?" Puck popped a jack Daniels and took a huge gulp.
"She's calming down with Sudoku."
"That's supposed to help how?" Santana couldn't imagine number puzzles calming her down. She'd probably get frustrated and start ripping the book up.
"Oh it's super calming," Brittany confirmed. "Anyway's we need to leave Quinn."
"Why, what happened?"
"They know we're here."
"Whose they?"
"The police, and Rory escaped. He's going to cause a lot of trouble." Puck explained.
"We need to get to that hideout ASAP Quinn," Brittany said.
In no time, the five of them were once again squished into the car. Santana stole the keys from Puck so she could drive while Quinn sat next to her to give her directions. Sugar was still rather quiet but seemed to have gotten over her distress. She and Brittany played Sudoku in the backseat while Puck got some shut eye.
"Sugar," Brittany said quietly, "you know you can tell me anything right? You don't have to be afraid, we all love you." Sugar nodded but did not respond with anything else.
"Quinn, have you called Mike?" Santana said at random.
"I totally forgot!" Quinn fumbled to get her phone out of her pocket.
"Santana is totally worried about Rachel," Brittany teased. It made Santana crack into a smile when her wife spoke in a high sing-song voice. "I am not; I couldn't care less if Mike dumped her in the sewer."
"But you care a little bit."
"Only because she still has my Jimmy Cho shoes and hasn't returned them yet."
"Would you two stop arguing like an old married couple?" Quinn rolled her eyes as she waited for the phone to connect.
"We are a married couple," Santana replied.
"And we're hot, and always will be - even when we're old and wrinkly."
"Eww, I'm never going to be wrinkly Britt. You wouldn't want to have sex with me if I was."
"But I'd be wrinkly too so it's not like you're vagina will be any worse than mine."
"You two are disgusting," Quinn pretended to gag.
"Oh please keep talking; I'm getting hard thinking about it." Puck smirked even though his eyes were shut.
"And now you've ruined it." Santana felt the need to barf.
"Hey!" Quinn smiled as Mike picked up the receiver. "It's early I know, sorry if you were sleeping baby."
Santana mimicked Quinn with exaggerated facial expressions. She got Sugar to laugh.
"Okay, whatever you do don't get involved. I don't want you to get hurt. Get some sleep. I love you." Quinn hung up the phone and gave Santana a hard glare. "If you think we're bad, you and Brittany are three-hundred times worse."
"We're allowed to because we're Mrs. And Mrs. Lopez,"
"And we're hot and not wrinkly yet."
"Totally." Santana winked at Brittany through the mirror.
"So, how's Rachel…I mean Mike. Shut up."
Brittany giggled at Santana's slip up.
"They're good. Last night Mike dropped her off at her house and Rachel went to the media with everything. She'll have 24 hour protection, so don't worry about her."
"Good," Santana said annoyed, "and I was not worried about her."