Sleeper Agent (closed)

"What?"

Alison realized he was staring her down... he gaze was hard and for the first time in a long time, she felt something... "I..I said hotshot..." she whispered and backed up as a flash of memory hit her with full force.

The memory was one where she saw a woman and the man before her laughing and hugging...happy...

Quickly, Alison walked away and to the bedroom of the hotel room, "I need to get out of here..."
 
"You are not going anywhere. You need my permission to go. If you go anywhere, I go with you."

He watched her closely. Something strange was going on, but he had no idea what it was. She reacted funny when she repeated the name she had called him.

"Let's go. We need to go somewhere else. Your "friends" will be here soon. We need to find somewhere else to hide out."

He thought about it for a minute. The hotel across the street would allow him to check out whoever went rushing into this hotel looking for them.

He grabbed her hand. "Let's go. Don't say a word. Just follow me."
 
To anyone else, both Alison and Chris probably looked like a couple going on a casual walk. If only they knew the truth. Alison kept an eye out for anyone suspicious looking...but if anything, everyone looked suspicious.

Once they had checked into the next hotel, she didn't fight the man anymore. She had wanted answers too because he wanted them and she had nothing to give him.

"You're better off leaving me." Alison said, leaving it at that. Yeah, it would better because she had a feeling something bad was going to happen...
 
"I am not leaving you. I want answers and I am going to get them."

He had made sure that the room they had in the new hotel was overlooking the previous hotel they had been in. They had not checked out of the other hotel. He wanted the bad guys to go in there after them.

He took a chair and sat in the window. "Why don't you get some rest. I have a feeling we are going to be very busy over the next few days."
 
"We?! Oh..." Alison laughed and shook her head, "There is no we, hotshot." With out realization, she had said it again. Instead of doing as he said, she looked around the room and out the window...she was studying the surroundings as well as the room itself.

As soon as she could, she needed to get away from this guy...she had questions of her own and she sure as hell wasn't going to get any of them answered with this guy in tow all the damn time...

The need to kill him had disappeared slowly since being caught earlier...now she just had a need to run away from him.
 
She used that term again. What the fuck is going on here? Was this some kind of mind game that she was playing with him? Had they found out information about him and were now trying to use it against him?

"Well, it appears that your friends are no longer your friends. So, seeing as how they are trying to kill you, and that you are an enemy of this country, I would say you need help, and right now, I am your only option."

He stared at her. The reasons for him staring were twofold. One, he wanted to gauge her reaction to what he said. Second; he wanted to figure out what was going on with her, and why there seemed to be something familiar about her.
 
"So you think..." she said to his remark about being her only option... "I don't need you...just watch your own six and perhaps we'll both get out of this alive."

About ten minutes passed and Alison started to pace. She didn't take his suggestion to rest, instead, she paced. Why did this all seem like something familiar? Something they had been through before...no, not they...her...just her.

She was sure she could over power him if she were to engage him but again, for some reason, she didn't.
 
He laughed at her comment that he should watch his six and that maybe they would get out of there.

"You have nothing here. You are a foreign spy, and I am going to see that you are tried as such. Fortunately for you, we do not execute for espionage anymore."

He watched her pace. Why did he find this familiar? He shook his head and tried to make some kind of connection. He couldn't figure out what the familiarity was.
 
"I'm familiar with our laws...ass..."

His gun. It was tucked in the waistband of his pants still. She just needed to get near it..?

Not likely. He was good. They hadn't told her that.

After a few more minutes, Alison stopped pacing and sat down on the bed. "So why all the hide and seek? Why not just turn me in now?" Yeah, stupid question, she knew why. There were people out there to get them...
 
"Why.... because I am different than you are. You are only worried about carrying out your mission. I care about protecting people, and, based on what happened earlier, I am not sure where you would be safe right now. If you are not safe, then I am not safe."

He looked at her and waited for her response.... but before she could say anything, he said, "plus, there is something about you..... something I can't place my finger on."
 
Alison's eyes narrowed at what he said last. He noticed too? She noticed that about him. He seemed familiar.

But how?

With a deep sigh, she just shook her head, "It's a wonder you have any friends to think that..."

Before he could respond, Alison lunged at him and the two fell to the floor. She had one objective and that was to get his gun. She didn't wish to kill him but if she had to..well...
 
He pinned her to the floor and prevented her from reaching his gun. He knew she was going to go for it and had anticipated her move. He kneeled over her...straddling her hips.

"Nice try, but you aren't that good."
 
"Oh yeah?!" With great effort, Alison pushed up with her hips and wrapped the bottom of her legs around his neck and pulled him back which loosened the grip on her.

The gun.

It clattered to the floor and Alison reached for it, grabbing it by the butt but before she could get a good grip on it, she felt a pain on the back of her head and then her world went black...
 
Now what should he do? It was only a matter of time before they came for them again.

He reached for the gun, and put it in his waistband. Then, he lifted her up and moved her to the sofa.

While he waited for her to recover, he tried to figure out where they should go. He decided that the safe house near the lake was the best place.... for now.
 
Alison wasn't sure how long she had been out but she woke with a start... and with her hands cuffed behind her again.

Fuck.

She lifted her head and looked around...she noticed it had gotten a little darker but she was alone, at least for now. Trying to sit up, she heard a voice behind her to not do anything stupid.

"Or what? You'll shoot me?" She asked as she sat up as best as she could in the current situation she was in, "I already know you're not going to shoot me nor kill me... who's the one doing something stupid now?"
 
"Throwing insults around is not going to help you any, and it isn't all that flattering."

He moved over next to her, and pulled over a chair. He smiled at her as if to say that he was in control and it was useless for her to try anything.

"Who is after me, and, since you were unsuccessful in killing me, also after you? It is obvious that they have brainwashed you, or that they took care of a loss of your memory. You probably were once on the same side as me."
 
Although she tried not to react to what he said, Alison had a feeling her eyes told the truth.

She had had her suspicions but being on the same side? "Listen hotshot, I was only given my orders, not the backstory. As far as brainwashed... that's not possible..." She never looked directly at him the whole time.
 
There was that word again. She called him hotshot. What the fuck is going on here?

"I am willing to bet that you know nothing about your past. You have no knowledge about your life prior to this mission. Admit it."
 
This time, there was no smart retort from Alison. She looked away.

She had memories..they were just...fuzzy...

Memories of two people laughing...holding each other on some tropical island..

And some other things she didn't try to make sense of. The last full memory she had was waking up in a hospital... "You don't know the sort of people that are coming for you. Like I said, I'm dead no matter what."
 
"No. You aren't dead. I am not going to let that happen. There is something about you. I am not sure what it is, but I am going to find out."

He looked at her. He knew there was something running through her head. He knew that she was acknowledging what he had said about her not having any memories of her life prior to this mission.
 
"Sure you are..."

Without word, they were on their way. Since they didn't have a car, they 'borrowed' one and headed out of town.

A few hours later, they pulled up to some cabin... a wave of a memory hit Alison like a ton of bricks. She knew this place but couldn't say exactly how.
 
"They will probably figure out where we are eventually. This will give us some time to put together a plan."

He released her from the cuffs as they got out of the borrowed car. He would have to make it disappear tomorrow. They didn't need a stolen car drawing any unwanted attention to them.

Once inside, he pointed at the 2 bedrooms. "Lady's choice."

He went to the refrigerator and opened it up. He grabbed a beer out and opened it. "Want one? or there is water in here too."
 
"Handcuffs." Alison said as she turned her back on him and showed him her cuffs...which he had yet to remove.

She could sense his hesitation but after a few moments, she heard the sound of the keys and he removed them and she immediately rubbed her wrists.

"You're giving me free reign of the place? Aren't you afraid I might kill you?"
 
"No. I am not afraid of that. I think you are smart enough to realize that I am the one person that can help keep you alive."

She took her lack of a response to his question as a no, so he sat down with his beer and took a long drink.

"I am really tired, so, pick the bedroom you want. If you decide you are going to kill me in my sleep, I am sure I will see you in hell pretty soon after that."
 
"Whatever.." Alison said as she walked to the nearest bedroom and shut the door. In the attached bathroom she checked on her wound where he had dug the tracker out. It wasn't bleeding anymore so she yanked the bandage off.

She cleaned up and washed her face. The next thing she did was collapse on the bed and before she knew it, she was quickly asleep..
 
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