Right, well, back again. Super sorry for any of you who have been expecting a chapter for the past few weeks, maybe a month...or more. I've been very busy, who knew a degree would require so much work. 3 rather big essays. I won't bother you with the extremely tough themes. I have 3 things to announce

1: Yes, Gladrag, it is Taken where Liam Neeson doesn't exactly ask questions. Got the job done though. wee little piece of trivia; I've met Liam Neeson and NO its not because all Northern Irish people know each other.

2: So that its not just all action I'm writing chapters from Vic's perspective, tell me how you like it would you kindly.

3: I started this story before I watched "The Bourne Legacy" (good movie, would recommend it) so there may be some similarities in plot aspects

I can't help but stare at him. A knife. There's a knife in his back, and he's laughing? His laughter slowly quietens down and he starts to look a tad comfortable. He grabs one of the dead men's guns and shoots the unconscious man. He then turns to me.

"We have to go?" He states as he hands me the files and leads the way out of the church. I follow behind. He holds his right arms close to his side. I can see blood running down the back of his jacket out of the end of his sleeve and onto his hand.

We exit and there's a small curious crowd gathering. We swiftly move past them and to the car. He opens the boot down and opens up a large first aid kit. He tries to get a proper grip on the knife handle but can't quite get it.

"You're going to have to take it out for me."

"Wait? Me? I can't."

"You're the only one who can." He says. I keep looking around encase someone's watching. He takes the rest of his pills in the bottle and turns his back to me. "Don't worry, it's kind of like ripping of a plaster. Do it quickly and everything will be fine."

I slowly wrap my fingers around the handle. I give a light tug and it seems like its completely stuck but he reassures me that I just need a bit more of force. I take a deep breath and compose myself. I pull it quickly with all my force and slides out. Dripping in blood, it feels so weird to be holding. He turns back to me smiling as he removes his jacket and top and tosses them into the boot. He then dresses the wound. I inspect his body, his fairly muscular but there's scars, scars everyone. Too many scars to ask about.

"That should hold until we get to Doc's." He says. I snap out my daydream.

"Who's Doc?" I inquire again.

"He's the man we go. We can't just show up at hospitals with gun and knife wounds, drags up far too much attention." He tosses me the car keys, "here you drive." I get into the drivers seat while he hops into the back, lying down across the chairs. "Type in 'DOC' into the GPS and it will show you where to go."

I type it in and it comes up.

"DOC- 220B, Coldharbour Lane, Brixton, London"

I began to driving, trying my best to look casual as the police cars and ambulances sped past towards the church. Every once and a while I looked over my shoulder at him. Him was passed out, sprawled across the seats. He lay there like a rock, moaning softly from time to time. Then there was complete silence, he didn't make a sound, he was just lying there. I thought I should do something but I didn't want to stop the car, try and make things worst. So I just kept going. I turned on the radio the clear the silence. I flicked through the set channels. 104.9-XFM. All five channels. I decided to tune through channels manually. I finally reached out playing some good. A bit of Taylor Swift, it always cleared my head.

Suddenly halfway through the song there was massive smash and thick crackling. Looking down at the radio I saw a small stiletto knife jammed into it. I then looked back to see Frost sitting half up, face looking half asleep and his hand up aimed at the radio, clearly having just thrown the knife. And as quickly as he was up, he was back down into his slumber. Though this time he was snoring, so at least I day a sign he was alive.

"Turn left." Said the cold female voice, which gave me jolt. I focused back onto the road and followed the direction, making multiple twists and turns through Brixton. "You have reached your destination." I kept looking around I didn't quite get it. The street just had some small shops but mainly houses.

I got out and opened the passenger door to Frost. I lend over him and tapped him on the arm. He suddenly snapped aware with a clenched fist, almost punching him but luckily realised it was me before it was to late.

"We're at Doc's, I think." I told him.

"Terrific." He said as he sat forward. I looked over his shoulder at where he had been sitting. Blood. There were bloodstains everywhere across the back seat. I looked back at him in worry. He was as white as a ghost "I'm gonna lie back down for a while." He then flopped back down. I climbed on top of him to check for a pulse. As I placed my fingers on his neck he began to mumble. "Down the steps…..There is a door….. In his hand Anthony held an Ace, A King and a Joker." And then he was out cold.

I had to act fast. I got out and saw the steps he was talking about. They led down to a metal. I banged on the door praying for a speedy response. A small window slid open, too small to see anyone on the other side.

"Hello? Is Doc there?" I shyly asked. All of a sudden the barrel of a gun was sticking out through the window and into my face. My heart it the floor.

"What cards was he holding?" A mysterious demanded from the other side.

"I'm with Frost"

"What cards!?" He yelled. I couldn't think, my heart stopped and my mind was buzzing.

"An Ace!" I blurted. "An Ace. A King. A Joker."

The door swung open. There stood a well build man. Clean-shaven and with blonde hair with an executive haircut. With cream trousers and a light blue shirt he stood with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here with Frost." He looked at waiting for me to explain. "He's been injured." The man sighed with a light chuckle.

"What's he done now? Broken both his thumbs? Stabbed? Shot?" He asked as he made his way up the steps.

"Stabbed. A man through a knife at him and it hit him in the back….I mean shoulder." I explained as I followed up him. We reached street level and he began to look around, the place was deserted. He peaked inside to look at Frost and then dragged him out of the car, blood trailing behind him, and then flung him over his shoulder and brought him inside. We got him this apparent home and straight into the kitchen. The man swiped everything off the metal table in the centre and lay Frost down on his front. I lent down to check for any response from him, nothing. Suddenly I heard the cocking of a gun. I slowly stood up and looked across the table. The man had yet another gun pointed in my face.

"Who are you?" He asked. I couldn't think, I couldn't just say the cards again. "What's your authorization code?" I was stuck, I remember being given a new code but I was just blank. I couldn't think with a gun in my face, how could anyone? "Are you with Rexsan?" Still nothing and he looked ready to fire. Suddenly Frost began to mumble again. The man lent down to Frost while still aiming the gun at me. I couldn't hear were Frost was saying but whatever it was from the look on his face the man understood. Frost stopped talking and he looked right back at me. Then all of a sudden he was smiling.

"Hi." He said putting his gun away and putting out his hand to shake. I was still frozen and couldn't extend mine so he just pulled back. "Mitch, Mitch Dockens. Most people, including Frost, just call me Doc. And your name?"

"Andrea Stone, sir." I was able to get out words. Mitch smirked.

"You don't need to call me sir." He then sudden remembered why we were here. He grabbed a box of medical utensils from the cabinet. He pulled off the badge, now soaked in blood, and inspected the cut. "Big knife I presume, probably combat." He then got out some towels and to absorb the blood still gushing from the cut. "Now, Victoria. You might wanna sit outside for a while, this might get a bit messy."

So I sat in the other room. It was a living room but it felt a lot like a waiting room. An hour went by of me waiting, pacing back and forth and biting my nails. A day on the job of being a field agent and my team leader almost dies, almost dies from saving me. It just kept racing through my head. The kitchen door finally opened and Mitch exited, with blood covered head and bloodstains across his neat blue shirt. My jaw nearly hit the floor and my throat shut, unable to breath. That was it. I was done.

"Right I've been able to stop the bleeding and stitch up the wound. He's resting now and will be out for quite a while." He explained.

Resting. Dead people don't rest right? So he's alive.

"So I'll keep him here for the night and you can get home." Sounded like a good plan. I gathered my things and began to leave.

"So Mitch, what exactly are you?" I turned and inquired just before heading out the door.

"Well," he looked around himself and his surroundings, confused by the question. "I'm a doctor. I do work for covert operations. I'm like Frost's GP." Well that was that solved and so I began to leave. "Victoria." He called. "Leave the car, we'll have to get rid of that."

And then I was gone. I found a phone box and decided to call the Spy Master. It rang and rang and rang

"Hello?" The Spy Master answered.

"Lynn, it's Victoria. Something's happened."

"What do you mean happened?"

"ummm," I wasn't sure what to call Frost to her. "Its Frost, he got injured.

"Christ"

"But I was able to his doctor friend. Mitch."

"That's a relief. Ok what I want you to do now is, well, do nothing. Just standby for more orders. I'll call you." Then she just hung up.

So that was my first day in this elite unit. A unit I knew absolutely nothing about. My leader/partner/mentor drugged me, then later saved my life and almost bleed to death in the backseat of a car after I yanked a knife out of him. And now I had left him with almost a complete strange. And now my orders were to 'Do Nothing.'

So I'm back with a brand new Rap, with no lyrical rhythm or remotely rhyming words. Well tell me what you think. Please Review.