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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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At this point in time AJ was in the perfect mindset to commit murder, her shoulders are aching, her nose was itchy still, and the worker bees swarming around her kept bumping her and making her swing on her hook. Everything is made worse by the cold of the room, it seeped into her bones and made her shiver—the aching increasing because of her tensing muscles. "Sean," she calls out towards the blond henchman who was sitting on the table and watching her," do me a favor and scratch my nose." He chuckles, staying right where he is, fiddling with the syringe. Another man enters the room, nodding at Sean and taking his place on the table while Sean leaves. "What about you, big guy, you wanna scratch my nose?"
"First of all, my name is Thomas Brecker," he says with a frown," second of all, Reiss has told us not to touch you, and thirdly, I don't like you."
"I'll scratch your nose if you scratch mine."
"Not a chance, Miss James." Well, it was worth a shot. AJ sighs, beginning to whistle a song off the Disney Robin Hood movie she's seen a thousand times. Brecker rolls his eyes, knowing that if he struck her Reiss would skin him alive and turn him into a pair of shoes. He holds a hand up to his ear, as though he could hear something before responding with a mumbled," Yes, sir." He hops off the table and walks over to her, lifting her up slightly to unhook the cuffs before carrying her into a separate room and unlocking the handcuffs so that she can move easier. "Change your clothes." This room is occupied only by a table much like the one in the other room; this table has her old clothes on it, signaling that the goon squad has been in her hotel room.
"You wanna turn around, Brecker?" He continues to watch her, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed. "Okay, I'll turn around, but if you try to stab me, remember that I'm the perfect height to head-butt your throat. I've done it before on a different guy." Brecker smirks as AJ turns her back to him, unlacing the front of her outfit and removing it as quickly as she can. The clothes are nice, obviously the ones that MI6 set up for her to lounge in before she had to head out on the mission again. The top is dark green and made of silk with short sleeves and a deep V neck that showed some cleavage; the pants were simple, black dress slacks like you might wear to an office job, and the shoes are black and white converse. Once completely dressed, AJ turns to face Brecker, looking satisfied in her new clothing and considerably warmer. And then all hell broke loose—alarms sounded and the worker bees were quickly leaving the rooms. What the hell is going on?
Brecker's eyes widen and he grabs AJ by the arm and begins to drag her out until Sean steps in his way with his pistol out. "False alarm," he snarls," keep AJ out of the cross fire or Reiss will kill us all." False alarms could be triggered by a lot of things, but AJ would bet her life that this one was caused by Lara and Terry. There is no way that she's just gonna sit on the sidelines and wait for Terry like a damsel in distress. Brecker leads her back to the room she'd been hanging in, drawing his pistol and looking around for danger. What he didn't realize was that the real danger was behind him—while Becker's back is turned to her, she picks up the syringe.
"You really should have scratched my nose," she informs him seconds before she drives the needle into his neck and injects the Chemical X directly into his bloodstream. "It would've been less painful." Brecker drops to the ground, paralyzed as the neurotoxin works its way through his body. "I'm going to have to borrow your gun for a moment, sweetie." She smiles at him, taking his .9 Mil and walking out of the room as gunfire starts just down the hall and the lights go out, turning back on a few minutes later. Maybe if I pretend that's not happening I can get out of here safely, she thinks to herself. Out of nowhere a pair of hands wrap around her and pull her into the security room, a hand clamped over her mouth to keep her from screaming.
"It's me." The whispered words make her relax into Terry's arms, glad that something has finally gone right today. "Are you alright?"
"I've certainly been better, but I've been worse too, so I guess I can't complain." He nods, pushing her behind him as he looks through the glass doors for threats. "Hey, if you had me hanging in the air by a pair of handcuffs and my nose was really itchy, would you scratch it?"
"Of course I would, I'm not a monster." She nods, looking out the door and spotting Reiss heading their way; thinking quickly, she turns him around to face her and pushes him against the wall, kissing him. He groans, pulling her against him with his free hand and deepening the kiss, wanting to taste her. She moans, slowly backing away from him and licking her lips, trying her damnedest not to tackle him to the ground and rip his clothes off. "What..." Terry clears his throat. "What was that about?" AJ flounders for few seconds, shrugging a shoulder.
"I saw Reiss and didn't want my face blown off." AJ's breathing was barely more than a panicked gasping, her hands resting on her hip as she looks Terry over. "You wanna have sex later?"
"I thought you'd never ask." He smirks at me, moving to pin me against the wall this time. "Stay here, I have to go save Croft's ass and then we're running." AJ nods, taking his pistol from him while he readied a rifle. Covering her ears when he lies down to shoot, all she can think about is him shooting Reiss in the head and giving her some peace of mind. With Reiss out of the way, she could go back to Oklahoma and relax with pizza and a bottle of Scotch. Lara runs past, Terry shooting a glass wall for her to dive through before following after with AJ.
"We were in a mall the entire time," AJ asks incredulously. "That is so unfair, everyone knows that the coolest candy comes from China!"
"Focus!" She nods, biting her lips as they run past a candy store. Outside is crowded and it's fairly easy to get lost in the crowd, Terry keeping one armed wrapped around AJ's waist to keep her close and make sure that none of Reiss' men could snatch her without his notice. They followed Lara, walking a bit faster than the people around them towards in unfinished International Finance Center skyscraper; the construction would drown out any noise of gunfire that might occur. AJ looks casually over her shoulder, pretending to take in the sights while looking for Sean. If anyone was coming after them it would be him, and there he is, the blonde hair sticking out in the sea of dark brown and black with occasional blue or pink.
"We've got company." Their speed increases, entering the building and rushing over to the elevator that would take them to the top of the skyscraper. Just as it was beginning to go up, Sean and his goons walk around the corner, firing at us, but the bullets are deflected by the metal. "This is way more exciting than anything we've done in the past." The huge grin on her face was enough to make Terry and Lara smile at each other. AJ had been kept at low level stuff, infiltrating suspicious terrorist cells and the like. The elevator stops at the top and the trio run out.
"Bingo, get out of Hong Kong free card," Terry says with a grin of his own. They run over to what looks like three parachutes, AJ giving him a strange look as she unhooks the pack.
"Parachutes," Lara asks.
"Something a little faster."
"Flight suits," AJ laughs, pulling it on over her clothing while the other two do the same. "Remember the last time we used these?"
"How could I forget, it was one of the best nights of my life—we went and bought a dog." AJ laughs again, finishing zipping her suit completely and stepping up on the ledge. "Our rendezvous point is two and a half, maybe three miles."
"Do what now? Terry, these things can barely make it one mile," Lara points out, secretly thrilled at the danger that got her blood pumping.
"I am now. You go first." Lara raises an eyebrow at him.
"You go first." Lara and Terry look at each other, their eyes daring the other to make the jump.
"You pansies," AJ sorts, jumping with a shout. Her intense fear of heights made itself known in that moment and her joy turned to mind numbing fear. "This was a very bad idea!" I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die and nobody will know what happened to me except a glorified grave robber and my idiot ex-husband! Terry floats closer, pulling the cord to get her parachute out, so that she could land on the ship instead of the Kowloon Bay like she would have had he not. She breathes rapidly, close to hyperventilation when Terry catches her before she could drop to the ground. She clings tightly, burying her head in the crook of his neck and breathing in his familiar scent of leather, musk, and something that can only be described as man. "I need a joint."
She can feel his chuckle vibrate in his chest as he carries her to her room, laying her down on the lower part of the bunk bed. "I'll see what I can do." She nods, lying back and closing her eyes. "What's in this backpack of yours?" Her eyes snap open when she hears him unzipping it. He pulls out the phone, iPod, extra magazines for the pistol that he pulled out next, and then the wedding picture. He stares down at it with a shocked expression, clutching the silver frame tightly. "You kept it after all this time?"
"I tried to throw it away after the divorce was finalized, but...I just, I couldn't." Terry nods, pulling out and opening his wallet before handing it to her. She takes it with a frown, looking at the only picture inside; it was taken three years into their marriage by Terry's brother and showed just how happy they were back then. She was sitting in Terry's lap in front of their new house with their Pomsky, Bear, sitting beside them, his little head cocked to the side. He's the size of a Pomeranian with the looks of a Siberian husky and the pride of Terry and AJ.
"I miss those days."
"Me too."
Later That Night...
AJ stumbles down the hall, a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and her backpack in the other. She didn't know where she was going, just that if she stayed in her room much longer she would go insane; the walls felt like they were closing in, but she didn't want to go outside in fear of falling overboard. As she walks down the hall, she looks into different rooms and when she looks into Terry and Lara's room she finds a most interesting sight—Terry is handcuffed to the bed, dressed only in a pair of jeans with a scowl on his face. “You gonna stand there and laugh or are you gonna unlock me so we can go after Croft?” AJ stares at him for a few seconds more before bursting into a fit of laughter, doubling over with her hands on her knees.
This was just too good for her to pass up.
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