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Outside Petrenko's Dacha June 10, 2008, The stranger indicated for her to drop her gun, he didn't seem to be very happy to find her there. Sighing she dropped her weapon; she didn't have much of a choice. She studied the mans face, he seemed very unhappy to find her here, and he seemed irritated. She also saw in his eyes that he was not going to shoot her, whether because he didn't have it in him to do it, or he wasn't allowed to, she just knew that she was not about to be shot, not just yet anyway. He grabbed a rope from his person and approached her, she tensed ready to fight him if she had to, but that was just her bodies normal reaction, her mind said, `no. He's not going to shoot you if you don't make him.' She turned trying to keep resistance out of her muscles, if she co-operated then things may not go too badly. He tied her hands, never saying a word making her think that he may not understand English, she didn't offer any words either, she needed to think. So this is where she finds out how like section SIA was. Would they leave her, she wasn't that important to them anyway, or would they come in after her, leave no one behind or something like that. The guy bent down to tie her feet she became worried then, even with her hands behind her back she felt like she had a method of escaping, her kicks were a thing to be reckoned with, but if he tied her feet�she fought the urge the knee him in the face and let him tie her, why..? She didn't know she just felt that she should, perhaps she was testing SIA, which would be silly. Perhaps she had the feeling that this was not going to be particularly dangerous, or perhaps she just didn't want to risk this guy had a buddy nearby who didn't have the same issues about shooting her. Whatever the reason, she let him tie her up, not feeling trapped really until he had finished tying her feet. He pushed gently on her shoulder which she took to mean he wanted her to sit and so she did. Taking off her mask he then used it as a makeshift gag, something she felt to be unnecessary as she hadn't spoken a word since she first saw him He seemed to pay attention to her comfort making sure she was leaning up against a tree and so on. Then he seems to sit down himself and wait. Bella watched him for awhile then leaned her head back against the tree closing her eyes, listening. Her hearing always improved when she shut down her sense of vision. There was nothing out there, what ever was happening to the rest of her team mates was too far away to hear. Time passed, how much she wasn't sure, 5 maybe 10 minutes. She was not good at knowing the time without a watch or a moon to see, and her watch was behind her back and the moon behind trees. The guy's radio buzzed, words came through it, she didn't understand them. It was at this point she decided to take Russian lessons when she got home, shouldn't take too long to learn. He stood, indicated for her to, this would be interesting, if they were moving out was he going to carry her or cut her leg bonds? Carrying her would make him vulnerable to other attacks, but who by, by now all her team mate were back out of harms way, safe and waiting for her. All the same if she had been him she would have cut her leg ties and made her walk. He did, again she fought the urge to kick him but she turned and walked in the direction he indicated like a good little girl. The walked for a bit through the trees towards the dacha, she didn't want to go down there. Another figure became obvious to her and she sighed again, more than one, great. She hoped he was a better conversationalist. The two spoke to each other rapidly and quietly, almost in whispers. The silent one turned and left leaving her with the new guy. He turned to her. "Lie down." His English was accented and he himself lay down watching her closely. She lay down, looking up at the sky, kind of uncomfortable with her hands behind her. He tied her feet again, why not it's what she would have done. "Do you understand English?" She nodded. "Good. Now, if you want me to take this gag out then you will have to promise to keep your voice down. If you don't then I will only have two options, and one of them goes `bang'." She looked at him closely, he seemed also irritated that she was there but he was calmer, obviously in charge. She also got the impression that he wasn't going to shoot her. An idea came to her. That was why she was so sure they wouldn't shoot her. Fireworks and lights? Not really a deadly force, just enough to scare someone off, these guys had no intention of deadly force unless they had to use it, so she decided not to give them reason. Without nodding she allowed her eyes to show consent to his request. He must of seen it because he reached over and took off the gag. "Thank you." She said no need to be rude. "That is alright. Who are you?" No small talk for this guy. "My name is Isabella. And yours?" Her tone pleasant, conversational. She didn't feel hostile towards these people but then these missions were never emotional for her, just a job. She had wondered whether to tell him her name or not�but what is in a first name, nothing, they can be changed, altered at any moment or maybe even made up to begin with. He hesitated for a second then, "They call me Ruzhyo. To you that would be Rifle." Yeah right, but oh well, again, what is in a name. "Who do you work for?" he asked her. She smiled at him. "Well now, we hardly know each other; those questions shouldn't be asked till at least the second date. I mean I may volunteer the answer before then but you shouldn't ask." Her smile was genuine her face easy, she had no fear here and she did love to be a smart arse. "I never knew this was a date. You should have told me, I'd have brought a picnic along for us. Much better than eating lead, or so I've heard." She smiled, ok so this wasn't all unpleasant, a picnic would have been nice, you know of the sun had been up and she wasn't tied up. She though, just on the off chance as he was bring so nice she might ask a question she was sure she knew the answer to. "I don't suppose you would untie me would you, this is mighty uncomfortable, and you have my weapon." She had little hope of this actually happening but�she had to ask. If he was smart he'd say no, she would have all the weapon she needed if she could just be freed. "Ok, but be careful with me." He gestured to his bruised face. "I don't have much luck with women." She was a little shocked, he was agreeing to free her, maybe he had a trick up his sleeve. "You'll be fine, I'm not like other women," she tried to suppress a chuckle, he had met one of her team, not Jaime obviously he had too few holes in him for that. She thought she knew who might have done that to him. "I know that. Most women don't carry guns around and hide in bushes," he shot back good naturedly, and was rewarded with a further smile. He tok the hand bonds off first but stuck close by, she moved slowly, if he had met up with Paige then she had let him go with little more than a mark, either that or she was out there hurt, whatever the case her trying to change her situation at this juncture without more info�could make the situation worse. She bought her hands around in front of her and he retied her hands. Sighing she let him, She figured as much, but in front was better than behind. Then he produced a small knife and cut away the rope around her ankles. "Better?" he asked. "Yes, thank you." She rubbed her ankles with her tied hands. "So why are you protecting Mr. Petrenko?" "Comrade Petrenko is an influential member of the Politburo," was he joking? Perhaps, but there was some seriousness to his tone, then he became much more serious, quite intent even, "and as dirty as a pig in a pool of mud. We are actually trying to find out who else he is working with, so we can take the whole lot down in one go, rather than just nibbling away at the edges." She nodded. "It sounds like a good idea, but there is one problem with it." "What's that?" he asked her. "Us," she replied. "The US want him dead." It was true and obviously no secret as they had just tried to move in on him. "Yeah, I know that. So do we, but first we have to find out how deep this thing goes." He sighed. "Anyway, I'll sort this out with Trouble when I talk to her." "Trouble?" Bella enquired. "Your leader. The blonde one. I only know her as Trouble." She smiled, yes Paige, that was an apt description, she had been the one to mark him and she was alive at least. This didn't cancel out hurt but she was most likely o if he was going to talk to her again. "Oh right. Sounds like a good description," she said with a grin. "Yeah, I thought so too." Whilst she didn't think that there was much in a name, Paige had obviously kept hers under wraps so she left it there, it wasn't her name to give away. Her captor got a radio message and he was back to Russian. Something was agitating him. He looked like he was trying not to look over at her. She sat and watched, wondering what had happened and whether or not her situation was about to take a turn for the worse. Her feet were free she could fight at least, there was some comfort. "Well, it looks as if you aren't the only one enjoying new company tonight. Seems as if your friends have gotten their hands on one of my team. I just hope they treat him as well as we are treating you." He sounded unhappy, threatening, she parted her feet a little and tensed, ready�to�what�she wasn't sure but ready for it, if he attacked her she wouldn't go without a fight. "I'm sure they will," Paige wouldn't allow unnecessary harm to someone, especially when none lethal forces had been the only ones used so far and she had let this guy go so� "Good." He smiled. He seems to ease down a bit; perhaps he was just trying to scare her. Well she hadn't been scared but he had made her tense a bit, she took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing for a few minutes. Then after a bit of time she decided to keep the conversation going, might as well fill in the time. "So what exactly do you do?" "I look after the Russian people and protect them and the country from harm." Well that sounded practised. "Mainly it is dealing with terrorists operating within Russian borders, or those of our allies, along with those who either threaten Russian interests abroad or who are funded by Russians. Also we deal with the Russian Mafia, Intelligence information, weapons sales, computer hacking� all the usual stuff. My team is the sharp end; we do all the shooting." "Sounds a lot like us, except without the Russian bit." It did, she meant it, it seems she had read this situation right to begin with�maybe. She had wondered if she had said too much and going over what had been said in her mind she decided that it hadn't, not much could be gleaned from their conversation. "I had a feeling we were of a similar design." He flicked his eyes down to his watch and seemed surprised. Perhaps he didn't agree that it seemed that time had gone slowly, she had looked at the stars a bit and they had talked some. How much time passed she didn't know, she had been talking to this guy for awhile and he seemed to be waiting for something specific perhaps a particular time. He came towards her and tied more rope around her hands and then around a tree. Ok this was different, She still had her feet so, so much reliance in them she didn't like this situation now something was changing she could feel it. Still she ascertained that if he was wondering off, which could be the only reason she could think of for tying her to a tree, an attempt to make it harder for her to run off, then he was doing only enough to hinder her for a short period of time. He told her he would be back and headed off. She wriggled her wrists a bit and tested the ropes, her wrists hurt but what was little lost skin to be free. He hadn't been gone long and when he returned he was carrying a bag. Ok what in the name of�whatever was going on now. She preferred the sitting doewn and talking situation. But then what had she expected, she was a prisoner and they weren't traditionally treated as well as she had been already so� He approached her with a syringe. He seemed to be saying something, apologising? Explaining? She didn't care. She was finally realising something. She had a phobia. Not of needles they were a necessary evil. He got closer, intent on what he was doing. She fought with everything in her not to struggle or squirm, or show fear at all. This was not a good thing. She took some deep breaths concentrating on not panicking and tried to listen to what he was saying. He had to know now that she was not happy, until now she had been conversational, easy going, even smiling, but now, she said nothing, she was not smiling and anyone would be able to see the tension in her even though she fought not to show it. From the fear rose anger and a desire to slit this guy's throat. How dare he try to do this to her. Her eyes flashed with anger, a feeling she preferred to panic. With that anger she realised that adrenaline was coursing through her, it had gone unnoticed before due the sheer intensity of her fear. Oh yeah she had a phobia. It was just unfortunate that she was discovering this now, when she had no choice but to face it. She closed her eyes when he jabbed the needle into her, fighting back the sting that had developed in them, she would not let herself be so scared that she cried. He was gentle, never harsh. She knew that whatever dosage he was using was too much for her. Every doctor she had spoken to in relation to drugs has said that they worked remarkably well on her and therefore only needed to use smaller doses. That was why she stuck with herbal remedies at home they were usually gentle enough and always worked. What ever this was, he had probably told her, he would be using a normal dosage and she would be out for longer than expected. This was probably why she had such an acute fear of being drugged; they worked too damn well on her. She had looked away from him; she wouldn't meet his eyes, fear in her again now. She had resorted to doing what she does when she discovers something new about her own psyche. She was analysing herself and her reactions to the situation she was in, but she was starting to feel calmer, more relaxed, this terrified her but the tension was gone. At this point she realised that she had been so scared that she hadn't even thought of using her only defence available to her, she hadn't even tried to kick him. She would have been pissed off at herself but that would have to wait for now. Right now she was tired, so tired. Still looking in the opposite direction from him she closed her eyes almost against her will, but there was nothing to be done for it, not now. She slept, peacefully. Return |
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