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Come Hell or High Water	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 5871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Terry has never seen this side of AJ, but damn did he like it! She was dancing on the stage of the hotel, moving in ways he had only dreamed of while singing a Christina Aguilera song that she learned a few months back. Apparently what MI6 left out of their text was the fact that they arranged for her to be the entertainment at the hotel in exchange for one of their best rooms, she is meant to look out for Reiss' men. "A little bit of naughty, it's a little bit nice. She's a whole lot of glam, sweat, sugar, sex spice; shimmy, shimmy, strut, strut. Give a little what, what—up on the table we'll be dancing all night!" She jumps off the low stage, forcing a man in his mid-twenties to dance with her, back to chest.
The man grins as though it was the best day of his life, hands lightly touching her hips as they danced. It certainly isn't a show for children—the outfit she's wearing barely leaving anything to the imagination; a black leather top that resembles a cross between a one piece and a corset as it pushed her breasts up, black stockings, and black knee-high boots that looked deadly on her. She pushes the guy away playfully, making her way over to Terry with a devious smirk. He chuckles, eyeing her with interest. She pulls him up by his jacket, continuing to sing and grind against him in a way that made him hard instantly. During a short instrumental break in the song she leans back to whisper in his ear. "The guy I just danced with isn't happy to see me." He follows her gaze, noticing a bulge in the guy's pocket and getting her meaning that second. A pistol, not a very big one judging by the size of the bulge, but enough to do some damage to anyone unlucky enough to get in his way.
"Stay with me," he mumbles to her. She grins impishly, turning to face him and winking before continuing with the song, pushing him back down in the seat and crawling onto his lap. He groans, his hands going to her thighs without his consent. Her smile widens, eyes bright with happiness. The feeling of her moving against him reminded him of just two days prior when he'd fucked her in her bathroom. "If you don't stop that grinding…" He trails off, unable to finish his threat when she drags her nails down his clothed chest. "Jesus," he hisses, the painful pleasure shooting through his body and straight to his cock. She knew exactly what buttons to push and enjoyed testing the waters to see what might cause him to snap. She didn't get to test too much longer as gunfire rings out in the hotel restaurant, Terry instantly diving forward and shoving AJ beneath the table. She didn't object, just curled up into a ball and made herself a smaller target as he'd told her to do in case this situation happened. "Got your knife?"
"Does it look like I have my fucking knife," she shouts, gesturing to her outfit. He rolls his eyes, tossing her his Butterfly knife before jumping into the fray to take the idiot down before he killed everyone in the room. The twenty-something smiled as Terry ran towards him, raising his revolver and squeezing the trigger only to be tackled to the ground because he was out of ammo. Terry raises him into a sitting position by the front of his shirt, using his free hand to punch him repeatedly.
"I'm sick and tired of all you morons thinking you can kill AJ," Terry yells, each word punctuated by him fist smashing against the other man's face. "She's not that great at her job, trust me, I lived with her for six years!" Terry didn't stop until he felt someone pulling at him, spinning and pinning the person underneath him and ready to punch until he realized that the person was AJ. "I told you to stay under the table!" She raises an eyebrow at him and he wasn't sure why until he remembered that they were on the ground with him on top of her. "Sorry." He stands, offering her a hand up.
"It's fine, but we need the guy alive in order to interrogate him." She looks down at the man, his face a bleeding mess and a few of his teeth missing. Terry shrugs, looking at his fist to try a gauge how badly it would hurt later when the adrenaline leaves his system. The beaten guy, barely conscious, begins to laugh suddenly; spitting out blood as he watches Terry and AJ. "What the hell's so funny?" He continues to laugh, raising one shaking hand to point behind them. AJ didn't get the chance to turn around when another man wraps a burly arm around her throat, yanking her against him with a pistol held against her temple. Terry grinds his teeth together, knowing that a wrong move could mean getting AJ's brain splattered all over him—something he'd really like to avoid.
"You're a hard woman to find, James," the man holding her grins. AJ grimaces, looking as though she'd eaten something terrible. Another man appears behind Terry and puts him in a similar position as AJ, the only real difference being the assailant doesn't need a gun as he puts Terry in a sleeper hold. He struggles, the world beginning to go dark as he turns his chin to the side slightly, allowing a bit more air into his lungs, but it wasn't enough and he soon found himself drifting into unconsciousness.

AJ groans when she wakes up, her shoulders aching, her thoughts cloudy, and her mouth dry as though she'd been chewing on cotton balls. At first she didn't know what to expect when she opens her eyes and found herself hanging in an office room, several men walking around her. The room is filled with high tech equipment and held a simple metal table that sat a few feet away, the syringe on it holding a cloudy purple liquid. Chemical X, Reiss' favorite homemade drug that worked kind of like Tetrodotoxin, though it has never been the cause of someone's death. She shudders, not wanting to be its first victim to die from it. She looks up, finding her hands cuffed together and hanging from a sturdy little hook that supported her weight well. That's when the worst thing possible happened, her nose began to itch and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. "Son of a bitch," she groans, her words slurred from the drowsiness that was still pulling at her. Noses don't itch when you're sleeping, she muses absently.
"Ah, you've finally woke up." AJ raises her head at Reiss' voice, the snooty English accent letting her know who had spoken before she looked at him. Her nose twitches slightly, the itch growing worse. "I hope you slept well because you're not going to anytime in the immediate future." That's comforting. "I take it that you killed Sebastian?"
"Which one was he," she asks, her voice soft from sleep. "I've almost lost count; there was those two Russians that ruined one of my walls because they didn't know how to shoot, there was the creepy Latino that was with the Shay-Ling, and then there was the guy at the hotel whose face now resembles hamburger meat." Reiss chuckles, nodding a little in acquiescence. "Really now, don't you know if you want the job done right you should waste the guy yourself? Or were you too worried that you would give in?" Her voice changes, sultry and low, just the way she knew he liked. "I know you want me, Mister Reiss...in your bed, riding you until you bed for release." The only outward sign that she was affecting him was the hitch in his breathing. "We can do it right here, you can bend me over the table, all you have to do is let me down. Have you ever been handcuffed, Mister Reiss, I bet you'd like it. I could even spank you."
"That's quite enough, AJ."
"Do you like my outfit?" Reiss raises an eyebrow, looking her up and down for the first time. "I like how the leather feels against my skin, it's smooth; do you want to feel?" She smiles coyly at the older man, raising one stocking-clad leg to rest her foot on his shoulder. Someone had taken the liberty of removing her shoes; shame, they made her feel tall. "I bet you'd enjoy the leather too, Mister Reiss...Will you touch me?" The next thing she knew her head was snapping to the side, stinging from where he'd just slapped her. She smiles all the same, her lower lip split and bleeding. "I always thought you'd like it rough." With controlled movements, Reiss moves over to the table, picking up the syringe and holding it in front of her face.
"I see from your fear that you know what this is." AJ's eyes widen a fraction, beginning to tremble. "This will paralyze you for an hour or so, but you'll feel everything. Depending on the dosage, if I give you too much you'll be paralyzed and feel as though your entire body is on fire. Do you want that, AJ?" She shakes her head rapidly back and forth, struggling against the cuffs. "No, of course you don't; you're young. Now, I need you to tell me everything that buffoon told you the night you seduced him."
"Nothing I didn't already know, mainly about the investors you met just the other day. He didn't know what you were proposing to them, but he did know that one wouldn't be walking off the plane; something about him being a rat and that rats don't last long." She shrugs, meeting Reiss' glare head on with one of her own. It was a look she used on Terry when they were married that got him off his ass to take the trash out. "It seems your man was suicidal, already had his note written for when you sent your assassins to deal with him. The news said he was found in his bathtub, overdosed on sleeping pills. Were you responsible for that or did he do himself in before you had the chance?" Reiss backhands her again, both of her cheeks a dark red.
"The media reports what we tell it to, AJ. For instance, they will say that you were found in an alley; raped and murdered by the very man who killed himself. Apparently he couldn't stand the guilt of his crime." AJ swallows hard around the lump building in her throat, her breathing picking up slightly. She knew when she joined MI6 that she would likely die young, she's lucky to have survived this young. At twenty-eight AJ had few real regrets, most of the revolving around Terry and not having any children. She knew when she joined that getting pregnant was out of the question, her tubes were tied and the only way she'd hold a baby in her arms is by adoption. So AJ was ready for death, part of her welcomed it, but she wanted it to be on her own terms. "Does that scare you, AJ, that I have more power than you ever will?"
"No, Mister Reiss, because I know that one day soon you will be killed—that much I am certain of. Nasty, little men such as yourself always get their comeuppance and yours is long overdue."
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