Sleeper Agent (closed)

[BeachBum25]

There was no sleeping that night. When he got in the shower the next morning, all he could think about was the new woman next door. Something was wrong there. He still couldn't figure out just what was wrong, and that was bothering him.... a lot.

After getting out of the shower and dressing in another suit he contemplated altering his normal morning routine. Had he become complacent? Had the desk job made him forget about normal precautions that he should be taking? Hell, his only route was to the coffee shop and then to the office.

As he left his building, he decided to do something different. He would alter his routine. Chris took the long way and walked around the block. He still wanted to go to the coffee shop, because he wanted to maintain contact with his neighbor.

He got in line and saw the woman working the counter. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as soon as he entered the shop. "What the hell is going on," he said to himself as he waited in line. He looked around the shop to see if anyone looked out of place. He saw a man standing outside, looking into the shop that he knew was not a regular. Chris took notice of him. He would see if that guy was around him at other times.

When he got to the front, he said to the woman, "good morning, the name is asshole, and I would like a coffee black, please." He smiled at her and waited to see what kind of reaction he got from her.

 

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If she could complain. Allison would. But right now, it was like she was moving underwater. A feeling she noticed was all too familiar more and more lately. She moved on automatic, taking orders, filling them, moving onto the next.

Fake smiles and fake good mornings.

She had to bide her time.

Then, all too soon, the situation presented itself. He was here. Allison didn't blink or smile at what he said. Instead, she turned to get his drink and as she placed it on the counter next to the register, they made eye contact.

....the feel of his fingers threading through her hair as they kissed...

And just like that, the flash of memory was gone. Staring at his hand as he held his credit card out to her, she didn't take it...instead, she reached beneath the counter and grabbed her weapon. Bringing it up and pointing it at him...

That's when everyone reacted...

Everyone but him.... Allison's finger rested on the trigger but she couldn't pull the trigger...couldn't or wouldn't?

It took that one hesitation before a loud gunshot sounded and then glass exploded in the shop. Allison reacted on pure instinct and fell to her knees, still holding her weapon as there was screaming and more shots heard. She needed to get out of here...get out of the chaos because she had a feeling she failed at something and she wouldn't live long enough to remember exactly what...

 

[BeachBum25]

His instincts were spot on, but he did not react.....not until the gunshots came from outside the shop and glass shattered and people screamed. He dove over the counter, and grabbed the woman's leg..pulling her back,to,him. He knew the shots did not come from her weapon, but he knew that he couldn't let her get away...for his sake and for hers.

Chris grabbed the gun from her and led her to the back of the store and out the back door. His grip on her arm was firm and would definitely leave a bruise. "Don't say a fucking word until I tell you to. If you do, I will shoot you, and then worry about getting information out of you."

He led her to his office building. Once inside, at security, he asked for his handler to meet him immediately. When the handler came down, they led the woman to a barren room with nothing but a chair bolted in the center of the room. After cuffing her to the chair, they both went to the handlers office to discuss what had happened.

 

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"Stop fighting it Allison!"

"My name is NOT Allison!" It was hard to breathe, yet, she forced herself to remain calm. This was, after all, nothing compared to what she was put through while training to become an agent.

But it was more than she had anticipated as drug after drug was being forced into her system... first, a barbiturate which made her pass out... no matter how hard she tried to stay awake...

She wasn't sure how long of a time she was out for, but she could only assume it was a few minutes at a time.

On the table next to the chair she was bound to, lay a pile of used hypodermic needles, one stack a blue tinge to the casing, and the other, an orange color...

Each time she was out, a memory or two flashed before her eyes and then suddenly, she was yanked back out of the darkness in a violent manner as the other drug..probably dopamine, worked it's way though her system, giving her system a hard yank, so to speak, making her scream with pain from the sudden jolt her heart received, along with her nervous system and lungs... she fought to breathe as she sweated profusely and tried to yank her arms free from the chair.

"Listen..Allison...this can all stop right now! Just do as we say..."

And suddenly, it was as if Allison woke up.

She found herself handcuffed to a chair...a chair that was bolted to the floor. The room was empty and dimly lit. There was a mirror on one of the walls which she surmised was a two way mirror and they were watching her.

Just like 'they' used to.

Shaking her head, she was bugged by the question again....who were 'they'?!

The coffee shop.

The gun.

The screams.

She cursed under her breath and pulled at the cuffs again...not that it helped but she hated being secured in this way...

 

[BeachBum25]

After giving his handler a rundown on the events of the last 24 hours, Chris stood silently in front of him. He knew the handler would have questions, but Chris wasn't sure if he would have any answers. "This is your fault. You took me out of the game. You know what I am trained for and you had me on fucking desk duty. My training worked, and almost got me killed at the same time."

His outburst did not surprise the handler. It was almost like he was expecting it. He was probably surprised that it had taken this long. "That sixth sense that I have told me there was a problem, but the boring desk duty has numbed my reactions so much that I didn't move when she pulled the weapon on me. I was lucky that the guy fired through the window, because it caused enough of a distraction to give me a chance to react."

Chris was getting angrier and more frustrated by the moment. "I want first crack at her. You have kept me out of the game too long. I want back in. I am taking this and following it wherever it may lead." He turned, without awaiting an answer, and went into the room with the woman cuffed to the chair. He stood a couple feet in front of her. Chris stared at her, but said nothing.

 

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Allison didn't move nor say anything when Chris re-entered the room. She watched him as he watched her. Who was going to talk first? Allison had a feeling this was a test of wills between herself and him...and she knew she could hold out just as long as him...

"So, no hard feelings back there?" She said said, her tone dead seriously as she looked away from him and tried to pull at the restraints again. Of course they weren't budging. Allison wasn't going to let him think he had the upper hand on her.

"Instead of just standing there, how about letting me go and we'll call this even..." she tried to hide a smirk as she stared at him. "I could buy you a coffee and we could talk about this like civil people."

 

[BeachBum25]

Chris said nothing. He stood there as the woman tried to make a joke out of the situation. He was trying to get a read on her. The alarms were not going on for him right now. It was probably a combination of the fact that he now knew she was a threat, and she was shackled to a metal chair bolted to the floor.

He moved back away from her and leaned against the wall next to the door. He stood there for several minutes before moving to the side wall. He stared at her as she turned her head to follow him.

It was obvious to him that she did not want him to feel like he had control. This was a typical strategy in the spy game. All CIA operatives go through training in how to not allow your captor feel like they are in control. That was what this woman was doing. Was it possible she was CIA?

He smiled at her and walked out of the room. His handler approached, but Chris turned and pointed at him. "No," was all he said, and then just stood there quietly outside the room.

 

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When Chris had left the room, leaving Alison by herself, she contemplated what her next move would be...there wasn't much she could do because of the restraints.

"So is this a no on the coffee offer!?" She yelled, not caring if he heard her or not...

Her mind was racing as what to do next and as she was thinking, something was happening downstairs that neither herself not Chris could ever fathom...
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Jason saw how Alison was hauled off after his failed attack when he had seen her hesitate on her orders... Fuck!! He had said she wasn't ready but no, the bosses had insisted he move along with their plan despite Jason's arguments! Now, look what happened...he had to finish the job himself--just as he should have done all this time.

Getting into the 'highly secured' building wasn't a problem at all...what was a problem was finding out where Alison because wherever she'd be, then Chris would be too.

He had taken out several agents as an explosion on the east end of the building distracted the others...the tracker he had on Alison wasn't working because of the blocks in the building--so that just meant a little more time to seek and destroy...ahh well, he had high hopes for Alison...too bad she'd be dead in a few minutes and then, he'd concentrate on Chris to get the information he needed...

 

[BeachBum25]

He stood outside the room. His tried to fto a back stairwellocus. There was something about Allison. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something familiar. He took a second to get himself together. As he started to go back into the room with Allison, he felt a vibration. He knew there was a problem.

As he entered the room, he yelled at her. "Let's go. You are coming with me." He uncuffed her, and then recuffed her behind her back. He pulled her out of the room. He looked at his handler. "I will be in touch with you. Do not attempt to contact me." Chris tossed his handler his agency cell phone to let him know he was serious.

He took Allison and headed toward a back stairway. He was certain that what he felt was an explosion, and he was certain it had come from the front of the building. He took her down the stairs and into the basement. They went through a secret escape tunnel that brought them up several blocks from the building. He paused, looked at Allison. "Who are you, and what is going on?"

 

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Alison didn't say anything as she just stared at the man in front of her. There was only so much she knew... yet, she had the urge answer his questions...

"If I tell you, are you going to let me go?" She asked after a few minutes under his hard stare. "Listen, I'll talk but you have to uncuff me... with everything going on, the cops see us and they're bound to question you." She told him, hoping he would see the reasoning behind her demand.

They were wasting time and Alison was sure he wasn't going to budge.

Just distract him a little longer...

Suddenly, Alison saw an image of Chris...not like he was now, but something from before... she shook her head of the image and stumbled back against the building they were closest to...

 

[BeachBum25]

"You are going to tell me what I want to know, and no, I am not going to uncuff you. I am not stupid, and I do not care about the cops. I can deal with them."

Chris looked around. He did a threat assessment. He didn't see anyone coming in their direction that was a threat to them. His radar remained pretty quiet.

He watched as she stumbled back against the building. He stepped to her and helped steady her and make sure that she was able to maintain her balance. He held onto her, and once again looked around. Then he looked back at her. "Are you okay? What is wrong? Can you walk?"

Chris knew that they couldn't stand here any longer. He also had a feeling that they couldn't go back to either of their apartments. He decided that they would head to a safe house that he knew about. It was a non-descript apartment in a high rise building. He took Allison by the arm and headed toward it.

 

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Several times Alison tried to yank her arm away from his grasp but it was no use. Each time they seemed to pass anyone in uniform, he gave her arm a hard squeeze, causing her to bite her tongue in pain... sure he had the upper hand right now...but later.... yeah, later...

As they walked, Alison used his distraction to work on her cuffs. It was a set of standard cuffs, something she could easily get out of if she had a small piece of metal to pick the lock.. yeah, no luck.

Bide your time... her mind screamed to her. Only it wasn't in her voice...it was--

Her thoughts were interrupted when she was yanked into an elevator. She watched Chris push the button for the 8th floor. Looking at the buttons, there were only 10 floors in this building...nothing too impressive. Of course she could have taken him out now but again, she recalled that voice telling ther to bide her time...

 

[BeachBum25]

Once they were in the apartment, he took her into the small kitchen and forced her to sit. He cuffed her to the chair, winding the cuffs through the back of the chair to keep her from being able to get up without the chair going with her. He didn't say anything to her. He moved around the apartment and set the security system. He checked the closet and was pleased to find a small arsenal there...just in case.

He walked back into the kitchen. As he headed there, he tried to determine whether or not he would use any of the torture techniques he had been trained in to get her to talk. He thought he would just try talking to her first. Then, maybe waterboarding would come into play if she did not cooperate.

"Ok. Tell me coffee lady..... What the fuck is going on? Who are you? Why did you pull a gun on me? Why did someone try to shoot you and me when you couldn't do your job?"

 

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She watched him walk away and just smirked at him until he was out of her view. Struggling at the cuffs, which only seemed to dig into her skin, Alison knew they weren't safe staying there...in fact, they were practically sitting ducks... Soon she stopped when she heard him storming back toward the kitchen.

"Ok. Tell me coffee lady..... What the fuck is going on? Who are you? Why did you pull a gun on me? Why did someone try to shoot you and me when you couldn't do your job?"

"What does it matter?!" Alison manage to yell back when she got frustrated with the cuffs around her wrists, "I failed! I failed at my job and now, they're going to kill me too!" She finally stopped and looked at him, really looked at him. There was a long moment of silence between the two of them before Alison spoke, "Uncuff me before they get here."

As if on queue, there was a slight knock on the door, which caused Alison to look at him, "They're here."

 

[BeachBum25]

He held up a finger as if to tell her to be quiet. He got up from the table and headed to the closet. He grabbed a couple of flash bang grenades, 2 .40 caliber Sigs, and an MP5. Then he took several extra clips for the Sigs and a few more for the MP5.

Chris moved to the kitchen table and uncuffed the woman from the chair, but cuffed her behind her back. He moved her toward the door; holding her by the cuffs, which he clicked tighter onto her. He whispered to her, "if it is them, they get you first, and then I will take a few of them out with me.

Standing beside the door, he said, "Who is it?"

 

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"Who is it?!" Alison said, pushing against him, "That's how you fucking answer the door?!" He gripped her cuffs harder, shutting her up.

The knocks stopped and all was quiet...shit, something was going to happen, "Get down!" Alison screamed and pushed hard against Chris and just as she did, there was a blast that knocked them both down from the force of the blast.

Her ears were ringing as she tried to get up but couldn't because of the cuffs...then, some one grabbed her from behind and yanked her up!

 

[BeachBum25]

Chris recovered and saw someone trying to drag the woman away. Without hesitation, his shot went between the man's eyes.

He jumped up and grabbed the woman and pulled her toward the back of the apartment. As the second man came through the doorway, Chris dropped him as well.

"You hang around with some great people. You might want to reconsider your friends."

 

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"Shut up and fucking un-cuff me!" She said, "Listen, un-cuff me and we'll get through this faster..." she knew he had hesitated and was thinking about it but all Alison could do was wait for him to make a decision.

It seemed that an eternity passed before she felt him unlocking the cuffs and Alison turned to face him, "Thanks.." she was going to push to ask for a weapon but didn't want to spoil the moment that she was gaining his trust.. or at least, for the moment.

More commotion could be heard from outside and Alison turned to him, "Listen, you go... I'll hold them off as best as I can..."

 

[BeachBum25]

"No, I am not leaving you here. Not because I really give a shit what happens to you, but because I want some answers from you."

He pushed her toward the window in the bedroom and told her to get out on the fire escape. He followed her out and then down onto the sidewalk.

Once they were at ground level, he looked around for bad guys and then led her toward a subway entrance. Getting lost in a crowd of people would give him time to think.

 

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Once they were lost in the crowd on the train, Alison had time to wonder, how the hell did they find them?! So quickly?

Tracking. That had to be the answer. She had a tracking device on her somewhere...but where?!

Chris was gripping her arm hard but she didn't pay attention to it. In fact, she was so into her thoughts that she didn't realize the train had stopped and he was dragging her out in to the night.

 

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As they walked along the street, he squeezed her arm tightly.

"They found us there too quickly. They must have you bugged in some way. We need to get somewhere that I can check you out. They probably have one planted somewhere on your body."

Wherever they went, it would have to be quick, because it was obvious that they would know where to go. Chris chose a hotel they were walking past. "In here. Now. I will get a room and I will check you for a bug."

 

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Alison complied...for now.

She listened as he talked to the person at the front desk and got them a room. She kept silent as they walked toward the room but once inside, she yanked her arm out of his grip. "You didn't think that they had me bugged hadn't crossed my mind?!" She pushed at his shoulders and headed to the bathroom.

Alison didn't lock the door as she pulled off her top and felt Chris behind her, but she ignored him. She reached to her back and placed her fingers over a spot, "There... something's not right there... get your knife and dig it out."

 

[BeachBum25]

He followed her into the bathroom and watched her remove her shirt. He looked at her in the mirror and her perfect breasts covered only by the bra.

The spot that she found was under the strap of her bra. He unhooked her bra. "Don't worry. I am not going to do anything but get the bug out."

He took out his knife and cut a small slit over the transmitter. With the tip of the knife, he pulled it out. Then, he laid it on the counter.

"Okay, get your shirt on and let's go. It will only be a matter of time before they are here."

 

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It stung but for some reason, the pain was the least of her worries. She remembered it feeling a lot more painful than when they put it in...

They.

Who were 'they'?

"Hold on hotshot." Alison said as she put her top back on as she picked up the transmitter Chris has threw on the floor. It was small, a little too small. For some reason, this didn't feel right. "This is a short range transmitter, meaning they'd have to be following us within a mile's radius.."

 

[BeachBum25]

When she said hotshot, it made him stop and look at her. It was a word from his past. His wife had called him that.

Between them, it had been a term of endearment. It had started before they were married, and after they were married, they would both laugh when she called him that.

There had been other things that had made him wonder about this woman. Now she used a word that his wife had always used.

"What did you call me?" He wasn't paying attention to what she was saying about the transmitter.