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"The real world is where the monsters are."
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief
Chapter 10: Dead Men Don't Talk
(Two weeks before)
It had taken almost all of what little strength Michael had left to move. He barely remembered the night before, all he could remember was a blonde and a drink he probably shouldn't of have finished. He felt around for his phone until he found it in his right pocket, taking it out he dialed the number of the only person in Rio de Janerio that he could trust. Putting it on speaker phone Michael leaned his head back against the cool hard wood floor. His phone only hummed twice before someone answered.
"Well I didn't think I'd be hearing from you by at least past eleven, it's only 7 in the morning what happened to your date?" Ryan voice asked sounding like he was enjoying their conversation so far.
"I have no idea." Michael said grabbing the phone and slowly getting up off the floor.
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"I don't know." Michael said walking forward slowly and opening up the bathroom door. He was about to keep walking, but what he saw stopped him.
"Oh my God, Ryan just get over here right now." Michael said looking at the floor in the bedroom.
"What's wrong?" Ryan's voice starting to sound worried.
"Applesauce." Applesauce was their code word for trouble.
"I'll be there in 10."
"Be here in 5, Ryan its bad." Michael hung up the phone. Michael's eyes fallowed from one pool of blood to the next. The first one was only a couple feet from the bathroom door. But the blood didn't stop there. There was another one only a short distance from that one and right next to it was another pool. I looked around the room there was a gun, correction my gun haft way under the bed, and another next to the third pool of blood.
And that's how Ryan found me, looking at the ground.
"Umm do I need to say what happened to your date?" Ryan said looking at me with his arms crossed.
"Don't say it Ryan, we don't know."
"Michael, are you in there? There are blood pools, three of them, somebody's probably dead and it looks like there is two guns by my count, one that I might add looks a lot like yours. Are you sure you don't remember anything?"
"Then where's the bodies? I mean you said it yourself, look at the blood loss, someone's dead, where'd they go?"
"Could it all just be one person's?"
"Ryan we got to call it in." I said leaning against the door.
"Oh which reminds me," Ryan said pulling out a plastic cup, "filler up."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"You can't remember anything, do you feel sick?"
"Like I'm going to throw up, and pass out."
"Pee in the cup." Ryan said tossing the cup to me. So I peed in the cup, we called in to report what happened. In all it took an hour for the crew to get there and process the blood, the guns, and of course the pee, and if that weren't enough they also took a blood test. After about two hours of waiting only a few things had come to light. The first, I was poisoned and drugged, and being treated. Second, the blood was from two donors, pool one and two were from a girl, and the last was from a male. So mostly someone drugged me, my date was either dead, really injured, or had tried to kill me, or a combination of them. But that didn't explain where the guy fit in.
"Do you remember anything thing else?" Ryan asked as we tried to relax on the plane back to Headquarters in Langley.
"No." I said trying to shake the feeling that I had been totally blind. I was more worried about my cover then a girl that I thought was harmless who could possibly be dead.
"You okay?"
"No, Director Tenet is going to be pissed."
"Why? Your cover isn't necessarily blown."
"Yes because the CIA taking over a hotel in Rio de Janerio isn't going to be a little suspicious, trust me it's blown." I said letting out a sigh.
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(2 weeks later Alison)
"Are you ready?" Clint asked
"Are you kidding I'm dying, I can't believe their going to let me leave for a day!" I said, Clint had somehow convinced Coulson to let me go see the outside world for the day. It took a while for us to get through clearance, but after that we were quickly on our way. Driving along with my feet up on the dash, a pair of shades, and the radio blasting music. I didn't care where we went or what we did. We had been driving around Washington DC for about 20 minutes before we decided to go get gas. While Clint filled up the car, I went inside and grabbed Oreos, a couple cokes and a map of the DC area. I put the snacks on the counter and grabbed my wallet to pay.
"That'll be 7 dollars." the cashier said. I looked through my wallet to find I was out of cash, to which I grabbed my credit card instead.
"Would you like cash back?"
"Yes, 50 please," I said with a smile.
"Okay, enjoy your day." I grabbed the change, my card, and the snacks and headed to the car.
"Get anything for me?" Clint asked starting the car and grabbing one of the cokes.
"How do you like Oreos?" I asked opening the bag and handing him one.
"Love them. Did you pay cash?" Clint asked.
"No I used an old credit card."
"Which one?" Clint asked, I grabbed my wallet and took out my card.
"Just an old Lillian Carter card, I must have forgotten it in here, and just never noticed." I said shrugging and putting the card back.
"When was the last time you were Lillian Carter?" I thought for a second till it finally hit me. The last time I was Lillian Carter was the last time. I was worried for a second, but quickly shrugged it off.
"A while back, it doesn't matter." I said with a smile grabbing one of the cookies.
"Just pay with cash from now on okay." I smiled and nodded my head.
(A few hours later)
"I've never enjoyed eating a burger so much." I said finishing the last bite.
"It's just McDonald's."
"I haven't had McDonald's in so long." I said trying to think of the last time, Clint was on the verge of laughing, and he had a small grin and his eyes bright. I heard the door give a high ting and turned to see a couple of men walk in. One of them looked slightly familiar, but I just couldn't seem to place him.
"So when was the last time you went to McDonald's?" I asked Clint.
"Years."
"Well at least you can remember the last time-" I stopped mid-sentence finally placing him.
"What is Alison?"
"We have to leave, now." I said in a low voice, gathering up all the wrappers from our food.
"What is it?"
"Later, we have to go now." I grabbed the tray and threw it away as Clint grabbed my purse. I was a foot away from the door when I felt a hand grasp my arm. I closed my eyes for a second before I turned.
"Long time no see, Lillian." Ben Anders said with his little smirk.
"No see in long time, Ben." I said feeling my adrenaline pumping. I didn't dare look at Clint, I was too afraid too.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend over hear doll, I hope he had an exciting night like I did?" I went to slap him but he grabbed my arm with his other hand making a tisking noise.
"You shouldn't be like that Doll, how about we take a drive and catch up." Ben said tightening his grip on my arm and pushing me forward, "And let's not forget you." Ben said looking at Clint, I twisted against his grip.
"Ben this is between us, you leave him out of it." I said in a quiet snarl.
"You're the one that got him in this." Pushing me forward again, we got into a black SUV and started driving, I didn't know where we were going, or if we were even going to be coming back. I couldn't see out the window, but when we finally came to a stop we were forced out of the car. Of course they didn't let Clint and I stay together. After a lot of walking, I was finally pushed into a room, with a couple chairs and a table, and of course, one way glass.
"What do you want?"
"Well you of course, and an explanation of what happened that night." Ben asked closing the door behind me. I didn't try to hide anything.
"Well I guess I should start with the beginning, I was hired to kill you." I said sitting down.
"By who?" Ben asked sitting in the chair across from me.
"No idea, they gave me a file on you, telling me everything about you."
"Like what."
"What you looked like, your location, and of course the arrest record that read; assault, rape, murder those kinds of things."
"And you believed it?" Ben asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It didn't matter if I believed it or not, I wasn't being paid to believe the file they gave me, I was being paid to kill you, whether or not you were a murder or rapist or a freaken' lumber jack from Canada that kept 20 cats in his car."
"And what about the part where you tried to seduce me, were you paid for that to?"
"I didn't have to try," I said staring at him, not even blinking, "but it did make it easier to poison you." I said with a small smile.
"What happened after we left the bar?"
"We went up to your hotel room, though you were pretty tipsy at the time, I'd say the combination of GHB, antifreeze, and a ghastly drink I think you said was a kamikaze, would probably do that to anyone. After that you passed out on the bed, I heard someone in the halls, I put you in the bathroom and once I closed the door, I got shot, twice, one in the shoulder and one in the abdomen. I tried to fight him off, but I was unsuccessful."
"So how are you here? Who was the man?"
"An assassin I believe, it doesn't matter, dead men don't talk."
"And what about you?"
"I barely escaped with my own life."
"So what happened to his body?" Ben asked leaning forward in his chair, I had to think, to come up with some excuse, and I didn't know what had happened to the body, I never asked about the body, Hell I never asked about that night.
"I'm not saying anything else." I said folding my hands on the table.
"You don't know do you? Lillian talk to me, I can't help you if you don't talk to me." Ben said grabbing my hands.
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(Ben)
"Lillian, come on." I asked pleading.
"Why do you want to help me, I tried to kill you."
"Doesn't matter, you're not the first, and probably not the last."
"Where did-" Lillian started then stopped, pulling away and crossing her arms.
"Where did we put your friend, he's in another room with a couple of my colleges."
"You should let him go, Ben he isn't part of this."
"You say that, but it just makes me feel like he is."
"Ben he doesn't have anything to do with this, I promise."
"Please call me by my real name please, it's Michael." I said trying to put some trust in our relationship.
"Okay then stop calling me Lillian, because it's really starting to get on my last nerve. I'm Alison, Alison Dalton."
"Okay, Alison, give me something to go on, like where have you been?"
"I can't, I'm sorry."
"Can you tell me anything?" I asked, but I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"I'll be right back." I said getting up and leaving. Once outside I was totally bon-bartered. Not only was Director Tenet there, there was also a couple men next to him.
"Agent Easton, I'm Agent Coulson with S.H.E.I.L.D. and I am here to get our two agents, Agent Dalton and Agent Barton." One of the men said.
"I'm sorry you can't do that." I said look at Director Tenet for confirmation. Agent Dalton? She was an agent? That didn't make any sense.
"I'm afraid I can." Agent Coulson looked over at Director Tenet, who just nodded. I watched helpless as I saw him go in a get Alison and come back, at the same time one of the other men went into the other rooms and grabbed the man known as Agent Barton.
"Thank you for your co-operation, Director Tenet." Agent Coulson said then they left. I watched as Alison turned and left with them.
"What was that?" I asked Director Tenet.
"That was something I couldn't stop even if I wanted too." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Director of the CIA, one of the most powerful men couldn't do anything about a man from some other agency coming in and taking two people they had no right to take. Director Tenet left and Ryan came up to me.
"This is total crap." Ryan stated and I nodded my head in agreement.
"You know it, I know it, Director Tenet knows it, and we can't do a damn thing about it."
"Well think on the bright side, you're not dying anymore." Ryan said with a little smirk. Just on the fact alone that he could look on the bright side in a moment like this made me want to hit him.
"Dead men don't talk."
"What?" Ryan asked puzzled.
"It's something that Alison said, it doesn't matter."
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(Alison)
"Do I have to ask how after being gone for only a couple hours you got picked up by the CIA and were being interrogated?" Coulson asked in a stern voice.
"What can I say Coulson, one minute we were at McDonald's enjoying a happy meal and the next the CIA was taking us in, it's not our fault." Clint said shrugging.
"So the CIA just randomly grabbed you guys from a McDonald's for no reason?"
"Coulson, it was just about one of my targets, well, the last one." I said looking over at Clint.
"Well you're going to have to tell us everything now, seeing as it's just gotten even more complicated," Coulson looked at his watch, "I have to go and talk to Fury, but this isn't over I'll be back." Coulson said leaving.
"Well as fun as today has been, I'm going to get back to my room, Hayden's going to try and cook something so I better be there in case something catches on fire. I'll see you later Clint." I said turning to leave.
"You know you can talk to me right?" Clint called after me, I didn't respond, I just kept walk. Why did everyone think that I needed to talk to them?
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