"So, do I get to know your name then?" Ian asked the man, as the limo surged away.
The man, who had taken a seat opposite him, looked at him even more coolly than before.
Eventually, just as Ian thought he wasn't going to respond, he said: "You may call me Mr. Mann."
"A bit generic," replied Ian, but only half heartedly. As cool as he was trying to appear on the outside, inside his head he was frantically trying to work out how to get away. He wasn't sure how much time he had before they reached wherever they were headed. The newly named Mr. Mann had already proved resistant to his charms, and the partition was up to the driver's section, assuming he could get through to the gorilla that was driving.
He looked out of the tinted window. They were winding their way through the city streets. It looked like they were heading towards the town centre. No doubt Mr. Mann was staying at some expensive hotel. Senior operatives like him usually did.
"I'm not very impressed so far," his captor said. "I'd have expected you to do something by now."
"Well, if you're expecting it, then it's not a good time then is it?" Ian replied. He scowled at his captive and wondered if he should try again on him. If he concentrated...
"There's some kind of diversion ahead," came the voice of the driver over the intercom.
"What is it?" asked Mann, pushing the intercom button.
"It might be the Hand," came the driver's voice. "It's probably a trap."
"Very well, drive..."
"Crash the car!!" Ian shouted, projecting as much strength into the command as possible.
"You fu..."
Mann's expletive was cut off as the limo swerved violently, throwing Ian and his unwelcome companion to the side.
There was a loud noise, followed by several moments of weightlessness, followed by several more moments of, much more painful, non-weightlessness, which involved a lot of being thrown about the inside of the car as it rolled over.
After what seemed liked a thousand years, the car came to rest.
Ian, aware of the urgency of his situation, recovered first. Removing Mr. Mann's shoe from his face, he forced himself upright.
The car had come to rest on it's side, from what he could make out. He was lying on top of his abductor, who was groaning.
"Go to sleep!" he ordered, trying to focus.
Mann immediately slumped back and stopped moving.
"Ha," muttered Ian. Even people who were resistant to his charms often succumbed when they were confused or slightly out of it. It was why he was an advocate of drug taking in others. It made his life easier.
"Yay, test passed," he muttered to himself as he tried to haul himself upright.
There was a moment of dizzyness, and he woke up again to see someone reaching down from above, through the broken window of the car.
"Come with me if you want to live," said a voice, just before he blacked out again.
~ * ~
"I think he's coming around," said a voice.
It was a cute voice, thought Ian. A freckle faced, red haired kind of voice. A voice that was brought up in the countryside. probably on a farm, and was fit as fuck...
He opened his eyes.
The girl that was looking down at him had emerald green eyes, freckles, and red hair that tumbled down over her shoulders.
"Fuck me," muttered Ian. "You know you sound just like your voice?"
"Really?" asked the girl, smiling a toothpaste-white smile.
"Except I was expecting a boy."
Ian passed out again.
~ * ~
"Well hello there," said another voice. It wasn't the same voice as before. This one belonged to an older male. Ian knew this for a fact.
He opened his eyes. Looking down on him was a man. Grey hair, thin face, grey stubble covering his lower jaw. A tired but kindly expression. Everything about him screamed doctor.
"S'up?" asked Ian, woozily.
"You're going to be okay," the man said.
"Well, gee whizz. Fancy a blow job?"
The man gave him a wry smile. "I don't think you're up to that kind of exertion just yet," he replied.
There was a noise, and the doctor looked around.
"He's awake," he said to someone else.
Ian managed, with no slight effort, to move his head slightly to the right. He saw a familiar freckled red-haired, female face. This time he noted how young she looked.
"Hey," he muttered.
"Can he talk?" Freckles asked the doctor, who nodded.
Ian watched as the medic gave him a quick once over before nodding at the girl, and the then leaving.
Freckles leaned over him, a serious look on her face.
"Hi there," he groaned. "Fancy a fuck?"
"You're as strong as they said," she replied, a slight frown marring her features.
"I like to live up to..."
"Shut up." Freckles interrupted.
"Okay."
"We've exposed our entire organisation to get you," she went on.
"Nice to feel wanted..."
"So if you don't live up to all the hype I will personally pull your brain out through you nose," she went on.
"How very Egyption of you," Ian said.
Freckles nodded and then leaned down next to him.
"You're a cute one, I'll admit," she said. "And maybe that's part of your power, I don't know, but I don't have the time I'd like to find out either."
"Are we in a rush?" asked Ian, trying to exert his will slightly.
Her eyes narrowed. "Don't."
Ian didn't. He was simply to banged up.
"Better." She sat back slightly. "Listen, we're not enemies, but obviously They're onto us, and we're not ready, not strong enough to fight back yet. We need time."
"And what?" Ian said. "You expect me to do something about this?"
"Yes. You have information that could tilt the balance," Freckles said.
"I find that unlikely," Ian replied, finding enough strength to push himself up onto one elbow. "Still why don't you enlighten me?"