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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 0:45:16 GMT 2
Walter had finished clearing the bottles, pizza boxes, and other trash from his appartment. The messy furniture had been moved out of the living room making the room a decent size for training. He was turning this into a combat training environment, Brian and Jack would both need the training soon so he had to put the pedal to the metal. No paper trail lead to this sleezy appartment so no one could trace him here unless they were following Brian. He stepped to the front window and looked around as he brought his cell to his ear. "Hey Brian, remember that discussion we had a couple weeks ago? It's time, get Jack and get to appartment 205 at the Pelican Heights." He didn't wait for a responce before hanging up. Quickly he removed the sim card and smashed it before taking the phone and wanging it out the open window and across the street.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 0:58:17 GMT 2
Finally a trace. After running around trying to do everthing he could and getting nowhere but frustrated, lonely, desperate, hurt all at once he at least knew where to find Walter. His only contact to Carter's organization but right now much more than that. The frustration, fear and pain that had built up because of Faye's terrible fate and no word of Mia had changed him. Brian hung up the phone, shoved it in his pocket together with his loaded 9mm and a knuckle duster. As soon as the door to the named apartment was opened Brian pushed his way in. Without asking any questions whatsovere Brian crossed the living room and found Walters wardrobe, rummaged around until he found a couple pairs of gloves in a box on the bottom. Pulling them out he took in a quick breath. One of them was a black pair with a tiny fox racing logo...just like in the video. "I knew I've seen these before." Brian hissed. A splitsecond later he spun around and sank his iron clad knuckles into walters nose and then pull out his gun. "Where is she?" at first threatening but quiet and once again. "Where is she?" Loud and clear.
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 1:10:43 GMT 2
Walter moved his hand and brushed the blood from his nose. "Good, a little sloppy but good. Lesson one though." He stepped forwards and shoved the gun down and towards Brian's stomach cupping it, then wrenching it from his hands and pointing it at his head as he backed up. "Get on the ground Brian." He said calmly, sniffling as blood trickled down his face. He blocked out the pain of his broken nose and blinked to keep the reactionary tears back. He skirted back and slid the door closed, his gap was greater then Brian could cover and if need be he would pull the trigger. His mind was purely on the mission right now and nothing would let the punk cop blow it. "Brian, get on yor knee's or so fucking help me I'll make you."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 1:20:16 GMT 2
The barrell pointed at him didn't matter to him at this very moment. It had happened before and if Walter wanted to kill him he would have done that a long time ago. Much bigger than the tiny bit of fear the man installed in him was the rage he felt when his suspicion was confirmed. Walter had flipped. Instead of infiltrating Verone's organization he had decided to switch sides and go wreck people's lifes for him. Wrecklessly his hand shot up and pushed the hand with gun aside so his other hand cut wrap around the guys throat tightly while bringing his knee up in his balls. Rage head given him unknown strenght which he needed to find Faye. "Where the hell is she?"
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 1:26:19 GMT 2
Walter coughed as the knee hit home, that would sting later but he'd been hit better. He hand around his throat was a good touch. Quickly he rounded a kick into Brian's ankle as he pushed the hand away from his throat and grabbed the wrist, Brian's nail's raked across it leaving a decent scrape but all the sharp pain did was piss him off. Brian's off centered body elivated slightly and Walter kicked him in the side pushing him with his foot and pulling on his arm. He brought his bodyweight down on Brian's back, the arm extended in a backwards arm bar with the man face down. Walter placed the gun on the back of Brian's head. "Now what the fuck are you on about. I invited you here to train not fucking kill me." He wrenched the arm to the point where any strugle would rip it out of socket.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 1:33:37 GMT 2
It happened too fast to counter strike. Suddenly his cheek touched the cold laminat and his arm was twisted at a very painful and awkward angel. Of course Brian knew this would happen. He had seen Walter fight, heck he'd seen what brutality he was capable off and had no doubt that he would snap his shoulder out of its socket. At any other time this wóuld have been the moment to tap out. But not now, not with Mia and Faye's life at stake. His free hand reached to his ankle where he kept a small second gun. Aiming as well as he could he shot up his own back hoping to hit Walter and not himself.
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 1:42:28 GMT 2
Walter saw the arm move a split second too late. He was fast but not that fast, the snub nosed revolver sent the .38 arcing wildly over his thigh making a deep gouge into it. He snarled in pain and muzzle thumped Brian in the head with the barrel of the gun before reaching over with his leg and stepping on the man's wrist. "Listen you little fuck, I didn't do jack shit. Stop trying to blow holes in me and tell me why the fuck you are here or so help me I will send your ass home in a ziplock bag!" He slid the pistol into his pocket and disarmed the revolver from Brian. Quickly he wrenched both arms around and used his web woven belt to straps his hands together. Next he lifted Brian up and used the force of his tied arms to push him towards the door. "Thanks to your trigger happy move now we have to go elsewhere." He pulled the door open and checked to see if the coast was clear before painfully escorting Brian to a rusted out camero.
"Your choice, the passenger seat or the trunk..."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 1:53:02 GMT 2
It was unbeleivable how fast and pain resistant Walter was. That was another thing that made Brian sure it was him in the video: Same built, fast moves, military trained, the same fucking gloves...and working for Carter. The steel of the gun knocking against his skull had left him slightly dazed for a minute and before he could do anything against it his hands were tied behind his back and he was shoved out the door. In his mind he already saw Walter dumping him at the docks with a weight tied to his feet. He wouldn't go down without a struggle and even Walter wasn't invincible...not with a gash that was bleeding so heavily. Brian slipped in the passenger seat. "Why did you hurt Faye like that. I thought you're on our side. You fucking scumbag. What have you done to her? And where's Mia?" As soon as he mentioned her name his voice cracked. The thought of her having fallen into Walters hands made his knees weak.
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 2:00:59 GMT 2
"I didn't do jack shit to Faye, now watch your head." He opened the door an covered Brian's head as he pushed him into the passenger seat of his car. He forced Brian into a head down position and moved the man's hands behin the seat. He belted the Brian in and moved around to the driver side. As he got in he reached under the seat and pulled out another cellphone, there were no buttons on the phone and no screen when it flipped open. He waited four seconds before talking. "I need appartment 205 cleaned ASAP, burn the building if you have to." He started the car up and slid the phone back under the seat. Quickly he moved that car into the street and started heading towards another part of town, his old house. Right now he didn't care if anyone saw him, he would need to clean up his wounds and fix his nose. Shortly there after he pulled up infront of the gated comunitly and pocketed the phone.
Minutes later he was escorting Brian into his vacated mini mansion. "Okay fucker, if I untie you are you going to try to fucking kill me?" He threw Brian onto his couch and moved towards the downstairs bathroom keeping Brian in line of site the entire time.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 2:09:40 GMT 2
The ride was long enough and uncomfortable enough to highten Brian's emotions. So far he'd been able to push his thought of Mia aside but now they were haunting him. He needed to know where she was and get to her as fast as he could.
patiently he waited for a moment to make another move. So when Walter dissapeared into the bathroom he looked around for anything to free himself with. The kitche with it's wooden block of knifes was in plain sight. He just needed to make it there before Walter, which wasn't very likely. So Brian sat it out. He had to wait until his hands were free. From the sofa he once again asked. "I know it was you in the video. You move the same way. So why deny it? You got me now, disarmed and tied up. You can let her go, you got me. That's much more valuable to your boss."
He barely dared to ask the next question. "Is she still...alive?
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 2:23:09 GMT 2
Walter looked through his cabnet of items trying to find something to cauterize the wound in his leg, nothing was popping up till he saw the Quick-clot 'Oh this is gunna hurt.' He pulled his small knife from his pocket and quickly cut away the pant leg around the wound and poured the instant cast sand onto it. He grunted loudly which cause the blood from his nose to fall back into his throat. "FUUUUUUCK" He screamed and laid his head on the sink. Composing his self he grabbed his shaving razor and placed the end of it up his nose and with a flick from both wrists he repostioned the broken cartalidge in his nose.
Taking a moment to let the pain fall to a dull throb he turned and limped back out of the bathroom and sat across from Brian. "What...the...fuck... Are you talking about Brian... Why the fuck would I film myself then send it to somone that knows me? I don't know jack shit about what's going on with Mia or Faye. Verone's got me laying low after our stunt with the coke. He thinks the job was too 'high profile'. Something is going down right now and I'm out of it." He removed the guns from his pockets and disarmed them placing the rounds under the couch and the guns on the table.
The pain in his face was obvious. "And look at this house, do you think that I would be persuaded by money to kidnap a friend? I was offered a position as a counter spy with the Kremlin and hard up cash of over thirty million dollers to rat out an informant. I got beaten to withen an inch of my life and left for dead over that, do you think... for one second, I would forget my job, my life, and my friends for money? The NSA knows where I am twenty four seven if I sold this out for money we wouldn't be having this conversation so tell me, do you really think I would do something that stupid?"
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 14:45:36 GMT 2
Wriggling his hands behind his back into a slightly more comfortable position Brian watched the guy bend over in pain. The satidfaction it gave him was a strange feeling. In brian's mind he deserved much more pain than that. So when Walter asked him the question he simply shrugged. "If you don't do it for money you have another motive like your girl for example. I really don't give a shit about your reason...all I know is what I've seen and that was you on the tape. I'm no idiot so don't try to play me." The belt cut of the circulation to his hands which were slowly going numb. "Untie me!"
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 15:30:28 GMT 2
"Fuck no, I'm not stupid." He said and laid back stretching his legs. "Okay you're smart, I'll give you that." He groaned in a bit of pain. He was mentally kicking himself for forgetting to get rid of the gloves and also never stocking up on pain meds, right now he would have killed for some.
"Right now I know for a fact Faye is alive and in one peice...physically and much more important she's safe. That fear you had on your face needed to be real and the fear on her face needed to be real. Carter and I...we know when somone is faking it, we have seen it too much to not catch the subtle things like the nose twitch or the spewing of your breakfast all over concrete." He closed his eyes not wanting to mention the blood curdling screams that could never be reinacted or watching the hopeless-ness wash over someone's face when they knew they were powerless to stop it all from happening. He couldn't open his eyes when it hit him that Carter had Mia too.
"I didn't know he was going to target Mia..." He whispered, a tinge of anger and annoyance in his voice. "But I think I can make sure she is safe until we are ready to act.."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 17:53:29 GMT 2
At first Brian was content to hear Walter was finally telling the truth but his words soon made all the anger that had built up in the past hours or days rise inside of Brian all over again '...the look of fear had to be real' Those words made him loose it. Damn right their fear was real and much more than that. Knowing that Mia was with Carter and the same thing was happening to her...or worse...tore Brian's heart right out of his chest. maybe Mia's hands were broken or her face bruised and battered, lips split, nose broke, maybe he had killed his wife. Exploding he shot up and threw himself at Walter. His foot shot up at hit the man, who was about to relax right in the ribs kicking again and again while he cursed him out. "You fucking pig, you broke her hands, you put her through agony, you fucking little cocksucker. I saw it, damn you, i saw you tear her apart!" Again he hauled off to kick him but decided to now make a dash for the kitchen and tried to cut his own hands loose while Walter was struggling to overcome his pain. The agent just needed that knife in his hand. He turned around and grabbed the handle with on hand. Holding the other one as far away as he could he ran the knife back and forth on the belt, accidentally cut his own skin but kept going to finally get his hands free.
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 19:14:32 GMT 2
Reaction beat pain as Walter watched Brian tear out of the room, he rolled over grabbed the pistol with one hand and the magazine from under the couch with the other, he blinked once from his laying position and took aim. He let the shot ring out through the soundproofed house and hit dead center of the knife Brian was holding. Slowly he stood up and made his way to the kitchen in a stalky march "You hit me again, I duct tape you to the roof until you calm down." He kicked Brian in the chest then followed him to the ground with his knee on the sternum and the pistol between his eyes.
"Carter isn't stupid, if he knew I was torturing Faye he wouldn't kidnap Mia to kill her or hurt her. He needs a bargining chip. Faye and you only thought she was tortured, and Jack still thinks it's real." Walter pulled the loves from his back pocket and showed them to him. They blood was still red, redder then it should have been after so long. "Smell it Brian, corn syrup. Fucking red dye." He shoved the gloved on Brians chest and stood up moving across the room and pulling a set of hinged handcuffs from a drawer and pocketing them.
"I never would hurt somone that didn't need to be, and she didn't need to be." He stared at Brian his finger still on the trigger slightly depressing it enough to move the hammer, all it would take was a fraction of a pull to send another round out and right now it was positioned between Brian's legs.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 20:35:15 GMT 2
Once again Brian was amazed by how fast and incredibly well aimed Walter was even now that he was hurt. Brian knew nobody else who could hit a blade from across the room. His back hit the ground hard d and the steel was pressed into the skin of his forehead so hard that he couldn't even turn his head to see the glove properly. His hands fumbled for it and brought it up in front of his face. The red sticky mass on it was dry and smelled sweet. "Fake blood." In disbeleive he stared up at the man. "So she didn't bleed but you still broke her fingers. Why was she screaming like that? Did she play along...?,Whatever,Walter...Just get me to Mia, I have to get her out of Verones hands as fast as I can."
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 21:18:37 GMT 2
"The limbs were movie props...up until I got her out of there she thought everything was as real as could be..." He stated letting his finger slowly relax. "Brian I need you to listen to me. I need you to trust me, I won't let anyone get hurt from this unless they get in my way. This was the last test before Carter put me on the big top. He won't risk hurting Mia because of the fact a dead hostage is a bad hostage. If he hurts her he looses control over you. If I can convence him I'm his golden boy I can get control of all this."
Walter's stance began to relax a bit more. "I can probably get you to see her but getting out will be a bit harder. I need you to learn a disarming attack and quickly, and when the time comes if you need to take a shot at me you take it or I will." A twisted plan began to form in his head again.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 10, 2011 21:26:24 GMT 2
The reasoning made sense. Yet Brian wasn't ready to give Walter any trust. "Proof it. Get me to Faye and let me see her, then I'll trust you. For all I know you are just a big faker." He practically spat these words at him. "Get that gun out of my face." He demanded, then slowly sat up while listening to Walters plan. "I don't care what it takes if Mia gets out unharmed. I'll shot whoever I have to, get my drift?" His gaze was dark and he was absolutely serious. He'd shoot whoever would get in his way as soon as he knew where she was. "I don't really give a flying fuck about putting Verone behind bars...if he touched her he'a fucking paying for it and I don't mean prison." Brian had crossed the line of legality more than once and he'd do it again. "Get me to her...now!"
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Post by Joker on Jan 10, 2011 23:39:50 GMT 2
"I can't take you to her, it's not safe for anyone to know where she is but I can get you in touch with her later. She's in a CIA safe house that only me and a few select others know about and they think it's empty. Right now Carter needs to think we have you running scared..." He removed the magazine from the gun and ejected the round. "Let's work on this training...Get on your knees facing me as if I was going to exicute you." He tossed the round and magazine into the kitchen sink. "I'm goingto start teaching you some serious stuff now and you will find a use for it I am sure."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 11, 2011 13:57:58 GMT 2
With a frown Brian did as he was told makin a mental not to contact Jack as soon as he could to let him know Faye was okay. It bothered him that he didn't know anything about Mia though. Unwillingly ge got on his knees and looking down t the floor asked. "What about Mia...is she okay? Have you seen her?"
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