Sleeper Agent (closed)

[BeachBum25]

He laughed at her. "Good comeback. Is that what they taught you?"

He walked into the bedroom and placed a chair against the door. It was not to keep anyone out, but to warn him if anyone was coming in.

He laid down on the bed; staring up at the ceiling. His mind was racing. There was something so familiar about her, and.... that word..... hotshot. It had been his wife's name for him..... but how could it be possible? Nah, it was just a coincidence.

 

[zydrate]

She hadn't slept much. And every time she did get into a deep sleep, she woke with a start.

What he had said to her last night really bugged her. It was all she could think about. Even as she had showered...she was at a complete lost.

Never had she felt this way. She had been trained that he was the enemy so why didn't she kill him? Why did she run from those chasing him? Cursing under her breath, she got dressed and pushed it aside. Her head hurt from yesterday when he knocked her out.

What did today have in store for them? How long before they would be found?

 

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Since he wasn't sleeping, in the middle of the night, he got out of bed, snuck out of the cabin and took the stolen car for a ride. Around 10 miles away, he found a 24 hour supermarket, and he left the car in the lot.

After walking back to the cabin...staying off the road, the sun was just starting to come up. He went inside and heard the shower running in the other bathroom, so, he put on a pot of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.

After he heard the shower stop, he waited a few minutes and headed into his bedroom. He undressed, went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it was up to temperature, he stepped in and enjoyed the warm water against his body.

 

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Alison was lost in thought.

She had moved out to the kitchen as the coffee brewed. She heard him start the shower and that seemed to flash a memory for her...

The memory of two people laying in bed and enjoying each other's company... the same two people in the shower together...washing each other's bodies...

She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear him enter the kitchen.

 

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After dressing, he walked into the kitchen. He could see her jump a little, but he did not comment on it.

"I see you have coffee. Do you want something for breakfast. I am sure there is just about anything you could want here."

He poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter looking at her. He was still trying to figure her out, and it was driving him crazy. He was usually better than this. He could get a grasp of situations quickly. It was why he was so good at what he did.

 

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Why was she suddenly like this?

It bugged the fuck out of her.

Pouring herself a cup, she started to put exactly three scoops of sugar in and then the same amount of cream. As she stirred, she noticed he was staring her down.

"What? Never seen someone prepare their coffee before?" She said before taking a sip.

 

[BeachBum25]

This was too crazy. She took her coffee just like his wife had. That, combined with the hotshot, had him going crazy.

"Yes, but the way you take your coffee reminded me of someone. It is the same someone that called me hotshot."

 

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"Yeah well, I'm sure she wanted to kill you too."

Alison walked away from him and into the living room taking her coffee with her. She just needed time--

Damnit, she could feel him staring at her from the kitchen...

 

[BeachBum25]

The feelings running through him now were mixed. He was tired of her bitchiness and was ready to just let her go, but there was a part of him that still wanted to figure out what it was about her that made him want to help her.

He got up from the table and walked outside. He decided that he was going to go for a walk around the lake. It would give him a chance to cool off, and it would give him a chance to do some surveillance... see if there was anything unusual around. It also gave her a chance to leave, if she wanted. He was going to let her make the decision about what she wanted to do.

 

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"It was the same person that called me hotshot."

He had also said something about brainwashing... NO! That wasn't true. She hadn't been brainwashed.

But what did she really know about her life before this assignment? She had memories! Didn't she?

"You remind me of someone...."
"Yeah, well I'm sure she wanted to kill you too."

That's what seemed to upset him..the mention of a she. How did Alison know it was a she? Then she noticed the gold band on his finger. Looking down at her own right hand--a flash of memory hit her as she saw a ring there...

Blinking, Alison looked up and stared out the window. The flashes of memory between her dreams and the shower...the remarks and familiarity of this guy.

The guy she was sent to kill but couldn't.

Alison needed answers. Rushing out the door, she broke into a full run as she headed in the direction of the way Paul had gone. She saw him by the river bed and as she approached him, she ended up tackling him but he threw her for a loop as he was ready for her and had her pinned.

But that didn't stop Alison, who was running on pure adrenaline as she managed to push him off of her and reverse the hold, "You said I reminded you of someone! Who was she?! I know it's a she because that's when you became upset and ran off!"

 

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Walking along the river, Crozier was trying to figure out what was going on. The woman who tried to kill him was driving him crazy.

He should have just killed her and buried her body somewhere, but there was something about her that he couldn't figure out. There was also the fact that there were certain things that she did that reminded him of his wife.

Was it possible? No.... they told him she was dead.

He sensed someone coming in his direction. He listened as the sounds came closer and as the person approached, he took evasive action. Before she knew what happened, Crozier had her pinned to the gravel of the riverbank.

"Yes. It was a woman. It was my wife and she was killed by your people. That alone is motivation enough for me to kill you, but I need to know who you are, who sent you, and why you were sent."

 

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A flood of emotions over took Alison as she let what he said sink in.

His wife.

Her people.

No, they weren't her people. She only worked for them.

Alison stopped fighting and just looked up at Paul, her chest moved hard from her running to catch him. "Your wife... you were married to..." as if it all suddenly made sense, she said the first name that came to her, "Nicole."

There was a flicker in his eyes and he didn't even have to answer verbally to Alison. She managed to push him off and then stand up. With her back to him, she tried to wrap her mind around it all, "I need to go." She looked at him, "I'm sorry about your wife...but they took something from me to and I'm going to find out what it is."

 

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He listened to her, and then watched as she started to leave.

"Why don't you let me help you. Maybe in helping you, I can get a little satisfaction for what was done to my wife."

He knew she was stubborn, but could she be so stubborn to refuse his help?

 

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Alison stopped in her tracks when he said for her to let him help. After all they had been through, she was going to accept his help?!

Her eyes closed briefly and she let her head fall as she looked at the sky, as if the answers would just fall. Shaking her head she turned around to look at him. It was a few moments before she relented, "OK..."

She started to walk again, her stride purposeful, "I might have an idea of where to start but it involved going back into the city."

"And...we're going to need some weapons."

 

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"I can get us weapons. It is just a matter of what you want."

He was surprised that she had relented and agreed to let him help her. He was going to have to keep a close eye on her, because he wasn't convinced that she could be trusted. Giving her a weapon was a dangerous act, but he had to find out more about her. He had this feeling and it was driving him crazy.

 

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It had been two days since they returned to the city. Alison found herself following a man as he bought his daily paper and burrito from a street vendor. She wore a baseball cap, aviator glasses and had her hair piled up under the cap.

She knew that Paul wasn't far behind....she knew he still didn't trust her but at the moment, that didn't matter. What mattered was making sure the guy they were following didn't get lost in the crowd.

He was their only lead so far.

Alison had a Glock tucked into the waistband of her jeans and it was hidden pretty good by the hoodie she wore that said 'I D.C.'

The look Paul had given her when she chose the Glock didn't go unnoticed either... why did he look at her that way?

 

[BeachBum25]

Okay. That was strike three.... hotshot..... the coffee..... and now, she immediately chose the Glock. Was it all just a big coincidence? Possibly. Hell, probably. But, it was all just a little to weird for him. He was struggling with it, because it brought back a flood of memories of his wife. Not that that was a bad thing, but it was distracting him from his current task.

She had a bead on someone. He saw the guy she was following. Chris stayed back a little from her; not wanting to give them a way, but also to see if there was anyone following her. Yes, he had removed the tracker from her, but that didn't mean that there was not something else that they were using to track her.

 

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"Damnit!" Alison huffed as she realized she was running because she had lost her target. She yanked off her sunglasses and scanned the crowd. Nothing.

This could be considered either good or bad.

Looking back, she made brief eye contact with Paul before putting her glasses back on and disappearing back into the crowd. They had discussed earlier that if they got separated they would meet back at the room they had acquired when they got back into the city.

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She was pacing...again.

"Am I losing it?! Damnit Ali...fucking think!" She mumbled to herself. Her pacing quickly stopped when she heard the door unlock and she raised her weapon. She lowered her gun and placed it on the coffee table when she saw it was Paul.

She was quiet as she sat down, "I lost him. I had a beat on him but I lost him."

 

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He had his weapon out as he entered the room. He still didn't trust her 100%, so, he was prepared for anything when he went in. Once she lowered her weapon and placed it on the table, Chris put his weapon back into his waistband and locked the door behind him.

He listened to her say that she lost him. He did not respond. He was trying to build some trust between them and he did not want her to think he was criticizing her, so, he remained quiet.

He sat across from her and looked at her. It was obvious that she was very competitive. Could that be strike four? Not necessarily.... there were a lot of competitive people in the world.

"It's okay. We will locate him. We found him once. We will find him again. Let's focus on what we are going to do.. not on the past."

 

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Not focus on the past... yeah right. That's all Alison had been doing these last few days. Maybe that was why she lost the targether mind was too clouded with thoughts about the patchy memories of her past. Why couldn't she remember past a certain time?

It was all giving her a headache, that was for sure. SIghing, she stood up and went to the kitchenette... crap! They hadn't picked up anything to eat. On a whim, she looked and over at Paul, "It's going to be dark soon, did you want to go out and grab something quick to eat?"

They had gotten a safe house on the outskirts of town so there wasn't much of a chance of being found out there. Both hadn't ventured out since arriving and besides, they needed to keep their energy up. And the kitchenette wasn't really a place to cook anything. "Maybe while we're out we can pick up some groceries."

 

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"I am not sure it would be a good idea for us to go out until it is dark. Once it gets dark, I will go out and get us some take-out, and I will also pick up some groceries. That way, we can minimize our exposure until we have a better understanding of what we want to do going forward."

He got up and grabbed his weapon. He was confident in his ability to get out and back without being seen. It would be easier by himself.

"Do you have any requests either for takeout or for groceries?

 

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Why did she hate being told what to do? Although in a way, he wasn't telling her what to do but it just felt like it. Gods, she was just really tired. And her head hurt, damnit!

With a heavy sigh, Alison nodded, "OK... just..anything will do. I think there's some burger place a few blocks from here. I'll take anything as long as it's loaded with cheese and pickles."

Another one of his famous strange looks was Alison's reward. She gave up with that a long time ago so she just brushed it off as she stood up, "I'm going to shower." With that, disappeared in one of the bedrooms she had chosen for herself.

 

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HE went out when she went into the bedroom. He decided to grab some groceries first, and then get her the cheeseburger with pickles. He stayed off the main street and moved in a way that would let him know if someone was following him..... nobody was.

When he returned, he put the groceries away, and the burgers on the kitchen table. He went to the bedroom she had chosen and knocked on the door. "Dinner is here. Don't be long. It will get cold and soggy." He didn't hear her respond, but he thought he heard the shower still running in the bathroom.

 

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Alison just finished up and turned the water off after hearing him tell her dinner was there. Finally! She was starving!

They had stopped at a clothing store before arriving at the safe house. She had gotten some much needed new clothes, mostly jeans and tshirts. Which she changed into after drying off. Her hair was still hanging in a wet mess but she didn't care. Coming out into the kitchen, she saw the food and soda on the counter.

"Looks good." She said, not waiting for him as she grabbed some fries from the bag.

 

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He watched her grab the fries from the bag and he headed to his room. He wasn't that hungry and decided to take a shower.

He closed the door to his room and undressed. Then, he headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once up to temperature, he stepped into the shower and enjoyed the hot water beating down on him. It had been a while since he had been able to enjoy a shower.