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"Alright, Justin," I spat in Longchamp's face. "Why did you take the Source, huh? Why did you send people to kill my father?"
"I-I have no idea w-what you're talking about!" he stammered, and I pressed my arm harder into his throat. I withdrew my gun and put the muzzle under his chin.
"This is a Browning 9mm, Mr. Longchamp," I told him. "It can make a very big hole, especially this close. If you would like to keep your head attatched to your body - not in spatters all over the room - I suggest you start telling the truth."
"I don't know!" he cried, tears of fear streaming down his face. I heard a faint trickling, and realized his bladder was letting go. Ew.
I removed the gun from under his chin and, before he could sigh in relief, I turned and shot him in the leg.
"Tell me now, Justin!" I yelled in his face, inches from mine.
"Okay, okay!" he sobbed, gasping in pain. "Okay. Three-six-nine-two, Tree Top lane. Just west of here."
I hit him across the face with the Browning and got off of him, leaving him to pant with the fading traces of adrenaline.

"s**t, where are they..." I mumbled under my breath. I whipped out my cell phone and began to search for Sasha's number in my contacts. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Everything else was still. Sasha and John were several floors above me, somewhere, and there was no one but me and Mr. Boss Man on this floor. I was surprised no one had try to kill me while I was tormenting poor Mr. Longchamp.
"Hello?" I said, clutching my cell in my left hand, Browning in my right. No answer. I pressed my back up against the wall and sidled closer to the corner.
The last thing I saw, as I peeked my head around, was a fist.
Then everything was black.

((DUN DUN DUNNN))

It was dark. I realized that was because my eyes were still shut. I opened them, and felt my right eye pulsing. Oh yeah. That would hurt later. Not to mention look really ugly against my pale-ish skin.
I was in the passenger seat of a car, and fading sunlight poured through the windshield. I shut my eyes against the harsh light, then re-opening them slowly.
I looked around to see we were still in the parking lot. The fact that someone sat in the driver's seat had not registered. Same with the fact that John and Sasha were nowhere in sight.
I whipped around, realizing that I was, in fact, not alone.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
The woman next to me laughed. Her skin was far paler than mine. Her black curls fell past her shoulders, her green eyes flashing at me with that laughter.. that icy laughter...
Her features were sharp, but very attractive. Her body was slender, figure voluptuous.
She was gorgeous.
"Why, Ms. Donohue, I am Jizelle Longchamp. Justin's wife."
Come again? "What?" I said instead.
"Yes," she said, still smiling. "You wanted to know where the Source was? Oh, I'll show you. All in good time. And don't try to go for your phone, or your weapons. You'll find they're all out of reach. In the trunk."
I resisted the urge to scream. Jizelle must have seen it on my face, because she laughed.

((Bump.. Drakona, we needjuu razz ))

(Sorry kinda got wrapped up in my new MMO I'll try and check back more often)

"Finally," I said as I threw down the files that had been on the top of te filing cabinet. I looked down at the man Sasha had just shot in the head. "Nice job he didn't feel any pain," I mumbled. Before she could reply I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Then out of no were fixteen men all with carbine rifles surrounded us.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands on your heads!" they commanded us.
"Better do what they say," I said, "We're outnumbered and almost out of ammo. Don't worry we'll think of something," I wispered as the butt of a carbine rifle flew into the side of my head and I slumped over, unconsciouse.

(Sorry again)

"Sasha! John!" I cried as they were thrown into the back of the van. Men with guns filed in after them. I felt a stinging sensation across my face and my head rocked backwards.
"Shut your mouth!" Jizelle hissed. She turned back to the wheel and turned the key in the ignition. The van roared into life and began to drive away.
Silence filled the van in a thick opression for several moments.
"So you're the one with the Source," I said. It wasn't a question.
Jizelle barked a laugh. "I wish. No, you see... I'm the one who was sent to exterminate you, to keep you from obtaining the Source for your Agency."
"Who are you people?" I asked quietly, after more silence.
"You don't need to worry about that right now," Jizelle said with a smirk.

"John?" I said it softly, the fear lacing my voice like a soft velvet of poison. I had been sitting their the entire time, praying he would wake up and that the blow to the head hadn't killed him. My hands were bound by plastic ties, but in the front. I reached out and gently moved my hands around his head, feeling for lare bumps or blood, Still blind folded, my hands became my eyes. "Are you ok?"

The van stopped abruptly, and Jizelle pulled the key out of the ignition. I looked out my window to see a huge mansion, made almost entirely of glass. It reminded me of the main floors of the Agency - all the walls were made of glass there, too.
"Where are we?" I asked dumbly.
"You'll find out soon enough," Jizelle said, stepping out of the car and walking around to my side. She dragged me out and I stumbled to keep my balance. She signalled for the men in the back to get John and Sasha out of the van, too. She dragged me to the front door and opened it. The fact that all the walls were glass disoriented me pretty bad. Jizelle dragged me into the bowels of the massive place - which I assumed to be in the middle of ******** - and stopped at a door. She wrenched it open and threw me in. Next thing I knew, I was sailing through the air, hitting stairs, and everything went black.