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Post by Elle Greenaway on Dec 16, 2007 9:32:10 GMT -5
Elle Greenaway was scared... and she hated it. She was used to being somewhat strong or at the very least not terrified. She'd thought quickly as she was being tied in here, the tiny beach shack and deliberately planted her phone in the sand outside, speed-dialling every agency she knew, preaying someone would come.
She sighed and curled into herself, attempting to get comfortable on the hard-wood flooring. She could feel herself shaking and squeezed her brown eyes closed, trying to blow her brown hair from her eyes.
She'd been in contact with an SS agent as she was stolen away, managing nothing more than a desperate squeal and yelp, dropping the phone into the sand half by luck. She'd rung off on the agent unwillingly when told to, but she'd done what she could to get back in contact, hoping the woman would hear her scrabbling from inside and get the ocean sounds to guide her to the beach.
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Post by Sasha Todd on Dec 17, 2007 3:41:35 GMT -5
Sasha Todd had just come back to the office, after seven hours of detail, when her cell had rung. She didn't recognise the number, but nowadays she hardly ever did. She had been shocked when her "hello" had been met by a shrill yell.
As soon as there was silence, Sasha knew something was wrong, and hearing waves on sand, her brain kicked into action. There was only three beaches within a 6 mile radus, so Sasha had one chance and one chance only. She figured her best bet was Hallots Beach, not far from where she was.
She got there is record time, noticing a small hut, making her way carefully closer, drawing her weapon. Suddenly, a man came sround from the other side holding a rifle. Sasha raised her gun, firing a single shot.
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Post by Elle Greenaway on Dec 17, 2007 11:28:57 GMT -5
Elle looked up at the shot, trying hard not to lose control completely. "Hello?" She called desperately, her voice shaking as she did so. She just hoped that the shot wasn't her captor but was a rescuer.
The man had fallen back, dead. The thunk of him hitting the ground was muffled by the sand but Elle still knew it was a man who'd fallen. "Agent...." She called desperately again, preying she had the guts to finish what she said. "I'm in here...."
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Post by Sasha Todd on Dec 18, 2007 19:14:17 GMT -5
Sasha moved carefully into the room, gun raised. She saw someone move and aimed. At the squeal she stopped, realising that i was the woman who had called for help and Sasha lowered her weapon.
"Are you okay?"
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Post by Elle Greenaway on Dec 18, 2007 19:20:48 GMT -5
"I will be once I can stand up... or once you get these damn handcuffs off me." She struggled to rise, landing heavily. "OW."
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Post by Sasha Todd on Dec 18, 2007 19:23:26 GMT -5
"Calm down." Sasha soothed, gabbing the keys from outside the door, moving behind the woman. "I'm Todd, Sasha Todd. How did you get here? Or a better queston; what did you do to piss off that man to make him put you here?"
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Post by Elle Greenaway on Dec 18, 2007 19:27:15 GMT -5
"I'm FBI... for him that's reason enough." Elle sighed, rubbing her wrists. "I'm Elle, Elle Greenaway." She stood slowly, wincing at the crack her ankle gave. "OW..." she sighed slightly. "Bastard hobbled me."
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Post by Sasha Todd on Dec 18, 2007 19:29:46 GMT -5
Sasha cringed, offering Elle her arm. "Here, come on. Lets get outta here, aye?"
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Post by Elle Greenaway on Dec 18, 2007 19:31:33 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Elle agreed softly, moving carefully, leaning a little heavily on Sasha. "How'd you find me so fast?"
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Post by Sasha Todd on Dec 18, 2007 19:34:13 GMT -5
Sasha shrugged slightly, hoding up Elle. "I'm a good guesser, lucky for you."
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Post by Elle Greenaway on Dec 18, 2007 19:36:11 GMT -5
"Yeah... could have been a lot worse." Elle agreed, whimpering a little as she put her foot down. "This isn't going to be easy..." She paused. "Where exactly are we going to go?"
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Post by Sasha Todd on Dec 31, 2007 21:24:43 GMT -5
"My car is just up the road..." Sasha slowly realised that Elle might not be able to make it that far. "Oh, okay. Do you need for me to carry you?" Sasha offered.
She knew she would be able to carry Elle no trouble, she worked out, alot, which came with the job.
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Post by Elle Greenaway on Jan 1, 2008 11:46:20 GMT -5
Elle winced silently, she hated being weak, but then at least the woman was kind... her touch was certainly gentle enough. "I wouldn't normally give up but... yes, please." She was clearly sighing inside, hating defeat even when she had no other choice.
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Post by Sasha Todd on Jan 3, 2008 19:44:36 GMT -5
Sasha could see that Elle didn't like the idea, but at least she wasn't being stubborn, and kicking up a fuss.
Sasha carefully scooped up Elle, making sure not to hurt her anymore, making her way up the road.
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Post by Elle Greenaway on Jan 3, 2008 19:45:57 GMT -5
Elle had tensed a little at first, clearly expecting pain but as none came she relaxed slightly, leaning her head against Sasha's shoulder, trying hard not to give in to sleep.
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