The Assassin's Assassin

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"We don't have time for that." He grumbles and instead lifts me up over his shoulder,

"Should I even bother ask what's happening?" I ask as he runs off down the corridor,

"In case you didn't notice we're under attack." Rye yells impatiently,

"Let me guess, my guys?" I ask with a hint of hope,

"Unless your guys want you dead, no." He answers a hint of panic in his voice, "Can I trust you not to try and escape if I don't sedate you?" He asks seriously,

"What are you scared about? That bad?" I ask a little concerned, "You think I have any strength to fight? I'm flattered but no you and your psycho friend drained me or could you not tell from my monotone voice? I could pass out at any time." I answer his question,

"They planted bombs and literally blew their way in." Rye explains, shit, definitely not my guys. "Starting to regret that a bit, would have been nice to have someone covering my back." He admits,

"Who said I'd cover your ass." I question in a slightly confused tone,

"If you didn't I'd leave you behind and say that 'I didn't get to you in time.'" Rye answers innocently,

It takes me a moment to realise that I'm not being taken to a more secure part of the premise, we're evacuating. They're running, they're scared, these guys, scared. If that doesn't express how this situation went from really bad to even worse, I don't know what will, I stay with these guy, I'm fucked, if I get caught by these guys attacking the place I'm fucked. As insane as this sounds, I'd rather go the I'm fucked option where they keep me alive at the price of consistent torture.

We eventually end up in a garage, Rye dumps me in the back of a custom designed van, by custom designed I mean that the back is modified to hold captives. I don't even roll over when he dumps me on the cold hard floor on my back. I close my eyes as the cold and pain shoot through my body. The sound of sliding metal makes me open my eyes out of curiosity. Rolling my eyes back I look up at the small window, "You alive?" he asks, I groan my response before passing out.

Who knows how much time passes

"Shit I'm screwed, knew I shouldn't have allowed Jack to go for another hour." Rye's worried and slightly panicked voice,

"The hell are you rambling about." I ask groggily slowly sitting up,

"Jesus! Don't do that." Rye says startled,

"The hell are we?" I ask looking around at the pitch black,

"The middle of the Nevada desert in the middle of the night." He answers, "I stopped A to check on you, B, I finally shook em off my tail, I've been driving for hours, C, I'm tired." He lists off his fingers,

"So, you pulled off to the side of the road for a rest? That seems a bit risky." I point out,

"We're further off than that, about half a mile." He corrects,

"Smart." I nod in approval, hey I give credit when credit is due, it's called being charming. Maybe I can use my, feminine charms to lull him into a false sense of security, and then, when he least expects it, I'm off in the wind again.

"Thank you, you wouldn't happen to have a safe house where no one knows where it is?" Rye thanks than asks, he's asking me for a safe house? "They wouldn't expect me to reply on my captive for anything." He reasons, again, smart.

"How do you feel about going down under, I wasn't lying about originally coming from Australia?" I offer,

"I'd never know, you don't really sound Australian." He replies one eyebrow raised,

"I haven't been there in years." I admit trailing off a bit,

"That would explain it." He nods, "Down under we go then." He finalises and closes the back of the van and I hear his footsteps lead back to the front of the van. The opening and closing of the door confirms his location along with the rustle of clothes against the material of the car seat. I lay back down, lift my hoodie and look at my body inspecting the damage. I definitely am going to have more scars now. With a sigh, I drop the hoodie back down turn onto my side and curl up closing my eyes trying to fall asleep.

I wake up and stretch as much as I can without feeling like I'm ripping my skin apart. Small slivers of light from around the doors indicate that it's day. The back doors of the van open to reveal Rye,

"Oh, you're up." He says sounding disappointed,

"I thought you didn't want me to not wake up." I remind him,

"Yes, but it's a bit harder to readjust your cuffs if you're awake." He reasons,

"Touché, wait why were you going to?" I question suspiciously,

"Someone in shackles is a turn off for a possible ride." He points out,

"Good point, well, go ahead, I can't exactly go anywhere or do anything." I state plainly. He nods and shrugs thoughtfully. He pins me down anyway and repositions my hands into the large pocket on the hoodie and shackles my hands again underneath. A few minutes later we're sitting on the side of the road having left the van behind. It doesn't take long for someone to pull over.

"Where are you two headed?" The woman asks,

"The nearest town." Rye instructs, the woman nods and we head off. Once in town Rye walks us to a certain bar his arm hooked around mine to insure I don't try to run off. To those ignorant to the situation, we more than likely looked like sweat hearts, ironically that couldn't be further from the truth. He leans across the bar and whispers something to the bar tender, he nods, walks out from behind the bar and beckons for us to follow.

"So, this is the infamous, the one and only Black Cat." A man smoking a cigar drones as we enter.