Whiskey River, Drown my Soul

Chapter Three

By the time Rev had cleared customs and gotten to the small apartment Tim rented for them, he was thoroughly pissed off. Hot, dusty, tired, and weaponless. They even took his bloody pocket knife.

He really loved that knife.

He climbed the apartment building stairs and knocked lightly on the flimsy door. The cheap building had thin walls, and he could hear people talking and televisions running in other apartments.

Dark haired, blue eyed, clean-shaven Ip opened the door to him, and Rev smashed him in his handsome tanned face with his fist so hard his feet left the ground and he landed flat on his back.

"Woah, take it easy", Tim said, immediately stepping in front of him. "He didn't realize what she wanted the information for".

"If that's true, he's a bloody fucking moron!", Rev snapped, shutting the door behind him and dropping his duffel bag on the floor.

He looked around. Agent Thompson was gagged and tied to a chair in the middle of the room. He looked irritated but unharmed.  He had sandy blond wavy hair and blue eyes. Rev had met him a couple times and wasn't impressed with his work or his attitude.

"Settle down, mate", Rev said. "You should be happy these blokes got to ya first. I wouldn't have gone so easy".

He nodded at Jose, who was helping Ip to his feet, and at short, stocky Luis, who was grinning about the face smashing.

"Where is she?", he asked Dean, as the lanky man stood from where he was seated at the window, handing Rev a pair of binoculars.

Dean was a very tall, lean Native American whose coloring easily let him pass as a local here in Mexico. He was an elder on his reservation and spent most of his time tied up in those duties now.

Rev sat where Dean had been sitting and peered through the binoculars at the windows across the street where Dean indicated.

He watched a petite curvy form move past one window and felt a flutter in his stomach. That was his girl all right. Her hair was much different but he would know that body anywhere. Her hair had always been long, unruly, and curly. Now it was shoulder blade length, straight, and black. Paige's hair was usually a golden brown with red and blond natural highlights.

"Is she alone?", Rev asked.

"Yep", Dean replied.

"Keep it that way for me", Rev instructed. "I'm going to go talk to her".

Tim nodded and handed him an ear piece for group communication.

"Anyone have an extra gun or two?", he asked hopefully.

Jose handed him a pistol.

Rev got the specs of the other building from Dean then headed out with Jose and Luis on his heels. They were going to watch the exits of the building for him.

Rev lithely scaled the fire escape on the outside of the building near her window and waited for Dean's signal from across the street. The fire escape was close to, but not directly in front of, either of her windows.

Dean waved for him to go, and Rev vaulted himself through her open window, wrapping her in his arms from behind as he landed on his feet.

She immediately went limp and lifted her feet from the ground, forcing him to support all of her weight and causing him to lose his balance a bit. That tiny bit of balance loss loosened his grip enough that she managed to rip her right arm from his grasp and slam her fist up into his eye socket before he could get ahold of it again.

He pinned both of her arms down against her sides and she slammed her head back. He turned his face in time to narrowly miss getting his nose broken but she cracked the other side of his face hard.