Red Tape (A Bones fanfiction)

Chapter 9

       Wolf, or Chris as his stupid mother named him, is a simple man. He likes to think of himself as a low-key person, well as low-key as one can be in the killing industry. So when his boss' boss came to him with his next target, he wasn't quite on board with it. Kidnapping, gaslighting (then effectively brainwashing), and torturing a Special Agent of the FBI? Just another Saturday night as an assassin. 

        In the end, it didn't take much convincing from higher ups for him to take the job. All expenses would be covered (including any torture devices he could dream of), as well as a hefty $20,000,000 shiny prize. Chris may be a simple man, but he's not downright stupid to turn away that kind of money. 

       There was also a personal edge into why he took the job. Why in hell are some of the most powerful government agents in his country willing to spend SO much money on kidnapping and brainwashing this FBI Agent? Never in his career has he been asked to keep someone alive for longer than 48 hours, so the challenge of getting a die-hard American on their side was one for the books. 

       "Seeley Booth. Hm. Seeeeeeley. What is it with Americans and funny names?" Chris mumbled to himself. Since Chris was now well on his way over the ocean heading towards Washington, D.C, he decided to take the time and look over his targets folder. Chris was impressed by this man, the military achievements and success in the FBI was outstanding. And that's saying something coming from him, who's only role-model in life is Pitbull. 

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        Chris stretched as he got off the plane and thew his leather jacket over his shoulder. "U S fucking A, why is it so goddamn hot all the time" he complained to the air. According to his intel, Agent Booth would be hunting the trail of the murder of one Joe Dallas, who had been wrapped in red tape to make sure the Jeffersonian nerds and the FBI caught wind of it. Chris had about an hour start before Booth would make his way to the woods to find evidence, when in reality, he would only be finding himself in a hell of a situation. 

         As Chris was finishing setting up the bomb inside the car, he heard vehicles at the far side of the woods, indicating the cavalry has arrived. Stepping safely away from the car into nearby dense bushes, he simply waited. In true efficient fashion, Booth showed up, alone, to investigate the car sitting in the woods. Chris could tell by just observing Agent Booth that he has had extensive military training, from the way he held himself to the way his eyes were covering every inch of the area in seconds. Which is why Booth realized far sooner than Chris would have expected that there was a bomb in the car, but alas he was already too close. "Boom" Chris said to himself as he set the bomb off. 

        Thankfully the impact of the blast was enough to knock Seeley entirely unconscious, because Chris was not in the mood to wrestle an ex-militia man today. Although a downside is that he did have to drag an unconscious ex-militia man two miles through the woods. Picking Booth up in a fireman's carry, Chris pondered the fiery scene in front of him before walking away. "I'm a fireball. Bum-bum-bum-bum-ba-ba-da-buh". God he loves Pitbull. 

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        Chris almost worried he had killed Seeley Booth. The man took forever to gain consciousness, and although Chris hadn't used the hallucinogenic agent that must before, it typically woke people up sooner than this. It had been almost two hours since he had administered the 'gaslighting fuel' to Seeley, so Chris decided to take matters into his own hands. Chris digs some ice out of the cooler in the corner and fills it with cold hose water, and dumps it over Booths head. Booth gasped and jolted awake, trying to pry his eyes open but failing because of the industrial light aimed at him. Finally, Booth looked at him. 

         It was time to begin.