Post by Tamsin Braithwaite on May 31, 2007 20:14:58 GMT -5
Prologue
2006
Ace was running, his feet crushed everything he landed on. He felt no pain in this mad dash for his life, even though he knew he had been shot. Blood flowed freely down the side of his arm, warm, wet and slippery. He grimaced, biting into his lip. He’d still give the bastards a run for their money though; he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of killing him.
He heard them gaining on him, so he stretched his long legs to the limit. He was flagging, he knew it. His feet were beginning to weight a fucking ton. And he could hear them getting closer; Ace could smell the sweaty bastards.
Ace fell to his knees, then to his ass. He leaned back against a small fence. He ran his hand though his freshly cut blonde hair. Hearing footsteps behind him he turned around to see nothing there. Still looking around checking nobody sneaked up on him, he slowly slid his hand down to his holster around his hip and slowly pulled out his gun.
His blue eyes scanned the field, no movement, no sound. It didn’t seem good at all. Then, in one quick swift movement he turned a full circle and pointed his gun at some ones head (^as seen above^). “Who are you?” He asked, in front of him was a women, who looked she was in her early 30’s. First thing that he saw was that she had long black hair and stunning brown eyes.
The women pushed the gun that was pointed in her face to the side. Staring up at him with a serious look she finally spoke, “What the hell are you doing? Pointing a gun in my face is the last thing you should be doing with the temper I’m in. Now settle down you buffoon.” She whispered loudly to him maintaining eye contact while she spoke.
Ace was confused, he’d seen the woman somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where. He followed her wondering eyes as she finally found his bullet wound. She tried to touch it but her grabbed her hand before she got a chance. “Don’t be a baby, let me look at it,” Their eyes locked again, “Please?” She made it sound like a question, even though either way even if he said ‘no’ she was still going to check it out.
“Who are you?” He asked again letting go of her hand. As she wiped away Ace’s dripping blood down his arm. “We’ve met before agent Traven,” She didn’t look up as she answered his question. “I’m Brook, Agent Gabriella Brook. But,” she looked up and was lost in his sea blue eyes, “You can call me Gabby.” They both smiled, the heard a loud gun shot. Ace and Gabriella lay on the ground; Ace used his body to shield Gabriella.
Footsteps came closer and loud angry voices were much easier to hear now. “Search every where!” One of the men shouted. “I want Traven found dead or alive. And I want his new partner, Brook.” He snickered then smirked.
2006
Ace was running, his feet crushed everything he landed on. He felt no pain in this mad dash for his life, even though he knew he had been shot. Blood flowed freely down the side of his arm, warm, wet and slippery. He grimaced, biting into his lip. He’d still give the bastards a run for their money though; he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of killing him.
He heard them gaining on him, so he stretched his long legs to the limit. He was flagging, he knew it. His feet were beginning to weight a fucking ton. And he could hear them getting closer; Ace could smell the sweaty bastards.
Ace fell to his knees, then to his ass. He leaned back against a small fence. He ran his hand though his freshly cut blonde hair. Hearing footsteps behind him he turned around to see nothing there. Still looking around checking nobody sneaked up on him, he slowly slid his hand down to his holster around his hip and slowly pulled out his gun.
His blue eyes scanned the field, no movement, no sound. It didn’t seem good at all. Then, in one quick swift movement he turned a full circle and pointed his gun at some ones head (^as seen above^). “Who are you?” He asked, in front of him was a women, who looked she was in her early 30’s. First thing that he saw was that she had long black hair and stunning brown eyes.
The women pushed the gun that was pointed in her face to the side. Staring up at him with a serious look she finally spoke, “What the hell are you doing? Pointing a gun in my face is the last thing you should be doing with the temper I’m in. Now settle down you buffoon.” She whispered loudly to him maintaining eye contact while she spoke.
Ace was confused, he’d seen the woman somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where. He followed her wondering eyes as she finally found his bullet wound. She tried to touch it but her grabbed her hand before she got a chance. “Don’t be a baby, let me look at it,” Their eyes locked again, “Please?” She made it sound like a question, even though either way even if he said ‘no’ she was still going to check it out.
“Who are you?” He asked again letting go of her hand. As she wiped away Ace’s dripping blood down his arm. “We’ve met before agent Traven,” She didn’t look up as she answered his question. “I’m Brook, Agent Gabriella Brook. But,” she looked up and was lost in his sea blue eyes, “You can call me Gabby.” They both smiled, the heard a loud gun shot. Ace and Gabriella lay on the ground; Ace used his body to shield Gabriella.
Footsteps came closer and loud angry voices were much easier to hear now. “Search every where!” One of the men shouted. “I want Traven found dead or alive. And I want his new partner, Brook.” He snickered then smirked.
