THE LOST BRISTOW

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WHILE THIS SCENE DOES NOT CONTAIN SPECIFIC SEXUALLY EXPLICIT THEMES, THERE ARE
SOME VERY ADULT THEMES MENTIONED. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION- IF ADULT
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"What are you afraid of.... rape?" Jan taunted. He had actually DARED to say
that last
word... that last.... 4-letter word. Never in his life did he want to do that to
some girl...
even when he had had a crush on a girl and she didn't like him, or wanted to
remain
friends with him. *What am I saying? WHAT AM I SAYING?* Jan suddenly angrily
thought of
himself.

Mischa's eyes glassed over with fear. "You people are capable of much worse,
and I know
it." said Mischa, her words sounding strong but her eyes giving away the fear
that coursed
through her veins. She knew nothing- not even rape- could be put past those who
would
belong to the COvenant. Menawhile, Michael tucked the cylinder in his pocket,
concealing
it from his son and made his was out to the van, just in time to hear his son's
threat. "Nice
touch, son," said the completely evil Michael Bristow, even though he knew his
son would
never follow through on it. Still, it was an idea, and would certainly put a
CIA agent in her
place... then again, even for Michael Bristow, it might be crossing a line. He
thought about
this as he climbed into the drivers seat of the van. "Let's not make any hasty
decisions.
We'll figure out what to do with her when we get her back to our base of ops."

Through the mask he still had on, Jan saw how this had affected the woman. True,
she is
Covenant and Jan and his father are CIA, but the CIA would never ever go that
low, to rape
someone. There was the moment of betrayal... well, a little bit of. Jan's eyes
registered a
sadness as well, but not because of pain. Jan pulled his look from this woman
away to
glare at his father... *Yes, I am CIA but I would never sink that low...* Jan
leaned against
the wall of the van, close to the captured woman. "Yes, let's do that, father."
Jan said
softly. Since his father had used the word of a family member, then why wasn't
Jan one to
use one as well?

'Father and son terrorists?' Mischa thought to herself. 'That's new.' She
remained silent,
her eyes still filled with fear, unsure of what they might do to her. She
swallowed hard,
forcing herself to remain strong and not think about it, refusing to take her
eyes off her
masked captor, standing close to her. Meanwhile, Michael drove quickly,
arriving at the
abandoned building they were using as base ops. "Here we are," he said,
stopping the
van. "Son, can you handle our fiesty little friend? Take her inside and lock
her up, then we
need to speak in private," he said coldly, opening the back door of the van for
Jan to be
able to get her out.

"You need to ask me that, or do you want to operate using protocol?" Jan sneered
at his
father as he took the feisty young lady and lead her inside the abandoned
building they
were using as base ops. There he found a place to lock her up... *Where did
father want to
talk in private?* Jan thought. . . as he reviewed the prisoner and what he had
done to her
for one final time...

Mischa looked angrily at her captor as he locked her up again, her eyes now
filled not only
with fear but anger as well. "You will be so sorry for this, I guarantee you."
she said, but
was unable to keep her voice from quivering just a bit. Michael motioned fpr
his son to
join him on the far side of the abandoned bulding, and spoke to him in hushed
tones out
of earshot of the girl. "I need to know if you can handle this," he said
quietly. "The fact
that the weapon wasn't there- the agency needs me to head back and find out
where it
might have been. She obviously doesn't know, if she came here for it, but we
can find out
other things from her. Like how she foudn out it was here, who she works for,
that type of
thing. And Jan, we've been authorized to use any force necessary to get what we
need- so
you don't need to go easy on her because she is a girl. Can you handle this?
Can I trust
you, son?" he asked, his cold expression warming a bit as he spoke to his son.

"Of course I can handle this!" Jan said, with a behaviour like he was asked to
do a math
question in front of the class. Jan rolled his eyes. "Nice agency we got...
sending us out to
risk our lives for what? For something that's not even THERE!"

"I know the frustration, but believe me, if you can find out who she is and who
she works
for, it will be a big help." Michael did not tell his son that he actually had
to deliver the
weapon, which had been recovered, to their "enemy". He looked back over at the
girl, his
icey eyes taking in her form. "I trust you to do whatever you need to do to get
her to talk
Jan," he said, adding,"who knows, you might just enjoy it." With that, he made
his way
out of the building, as Mischa watched from the far side of the room.

Jan tensed. He thought his ears and hearing were deceiving him. What did his
father
say???!!!! 'You might just enjoy it...' 'You might just enjoy it.' It echoed
through his mind
like a mantra, though actually this was one he really wanted to get rid off.
True, the
woman was beautiful... Jan could see that. It was time for the full
confession... or not?
What would his father think if he would reveal his face to her??? Would he hit
him like he
hadn't done in a long time? Jan turned around and looked at the woman. "So... I
trust
you're willing to co-operate, if not... well, let me tell you things aren't
going to be pretty
from there. Now, let's begin shall we? What's your name, girl?" Jan asked as he
came
toward her.... the words his dad had said still ringing in his mind. . .

"Go to hell," she said angrily, her voice not reflecting the fear in her eyes.
"I'm not telling
you a damned thing!" She tried to be strong but her body quivered a bit as the
man came
closer to her, knowing who he worked for.... she knew his threat was real.

Jan put his hands on her shoulders. "Now why can I go to hell? Am I gonna meet
you there
too?" Jan asked her sweetly. Then his attitude changed. "What is your name, you
pretty
girl?"

Mischa flinched and tried, without success, to pull away from his touch. "Oh,
no you'll be
burning with all your co-workers," she said, a sarcastic smile forming in her
lips. "Let's be
clear- I'll die before I tell you so much as the fist letter of my name, you
bastard."

"I got this feeling... that it starts with an M... call me superstitious, but
that's what I think.
Okay....." He then grabbed her, his eyes pools of darkness. "Who do you work
for?"

Mischa squirmed a bit in his grasp, and actualy dared to laugh at him. "Screw
you," she
said, laughing even as he gripped her tightly.

"I recall a certain event that made your eyes fill with fear.... don't think I
have forgotten
that.... now, how did you know the bio-weapon was here?" Jan asked, letting his
hands
trail over her clothes.... *If she isn't gonna play nice, I'll just have to play
dirty then....* Jan
thought, already thinking how proud his father would become of him...

"You think they don't train us to take threats?" she said, even as she shivered,
feeling his
hands on her clothing, her eyes betraying her real fear. "I'm obviously in no
position to
stop you, but I'll be damned if you'll intimidate me with your empty threats."
She paused
as a smile spread across her lips. "You weren't the only one to observe facial
expressions
in the van. I don't think you'd follow through on that threat." Her _expression
posed a
challenge, even as her eyes betrayed her fear.

Jan got behind her, and got a good vision of her. In a quick motion he flashed
his knife he
held in his pocket and rested it against Mischa's skin on her neck. "No? Try me.
And let me
assure you, whatever your name is, I don't give EMPTY threats." Jan said,
emphasis on the
word empty. "Now you'll tell me everything I want to know, or I'll send you back
in pieces."

MIscha quivered a bit, feeling the cold steel of the knife against her neck.
She swallowed
hard, not knowing how to proceed. Did this guy really think he could get away
with
killing a CIA agent? She tried to look strong, but her body language showed
that she was
close to cracking.

Jan ran up her clothed body with his free hand. "Well?" He loved her
reactions, it made him want to prove himself even more... remove every boundary
with
one more step ahead to that endgame that was getting the information from her.

"Do what you have to do," she said, trying to maintain her compsure as his
threats were very clear. "The US govenment doesn't take kindly to its Agents
being
killed. Personally I'd love to see you rot in a federal prison cell for the
rest of your life."

Jan was shocked. "Liar, you little bitch. There's only one CIA and you are
NOT part of it!" Jan said and.... sliced the knife over her neck. A little wound
opened up
and Jan stared at it longingly. He always had had been fascinated by the stories
of
Vampires, so when he saw the first trickle of blood, Jan's tongue instantly
lapped it up.
"Mmm... tastes so good... I could close it if you tell me that you're working
for the
Covenant...." he whispered in her ear.

Mischa gasped as the blade sliced into her neck. "I don't- YOU DO!" she
insisted, quivering as she felt his tongue catch the trickle of blood that
escaped from her
wound.

"Oh yeah? You can't even prove it to me." Jan said. "My father and I are CIA
Agents, you aren't... do I have to frisk you?" Jan asked as he licked up the
blood from the
knife, then pocketed it back. He took ahold of her again. "I bet you'd like
someone like me
to frisk you, hmm?"

Mischa began to shiver a bit. "I'm telling you the truth, you bastard!" she
yelled at him, pulling on her restraints, her anger evident. "And don't you
dare lay a hand
on me- I swear I'll kill you!"

"Such temper... I think a compliment is in order, you're the first who has
ever had such a strong temper." Jan said as he cupped her ass cheeks. "Do you
know what
you need? You need to release it all, lighten up a bit... or more a whole lot."
Jan whispered
in her ear as he touched her ass cheeks.

Mischa stuggled wildly, screaming as he touched her ass. "GET OFF ME!"
she cried, doing anything to get away from him but unable to stop him from
touching
her. "I'm telling you who I am, what you believe is up to you, asshole!"
"Besides," she added with a smile, "I don't usually let men touch me like that
until I've seen their face," she added, struggling.

"Make me my dear, you can't stop me... that's always the tricky thing..."
Jan said as he moved his hands over her concealed breasts instead of cupping her
ass as
he had previously done. "Either I'm a Man Of My Word or I'm not... let's make a
deal... your
name for my face... how's that sound, baby?" Jan whispered in that dangerous
seductive
voice.

"Ok," said Mischa, quivering as his hands ran over her breasts, swallowing
hard as she felt herself give in a bit. "Agent Vaughn," she said slowly, in a
hushed voice.
moonie442001: "What about your first name?" Jan whispered in that voice that had
seemed
to already put Mischa a teensy bit over the edge....

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Mischa," she said, again her
tone hushed. "Now what about your end of the bargain, mystery man?"

Jan turned around and removed just a bit of the mask to reveal his lips. . .
and kissed her hard on her lips!! "So I was right about your name beginning with
an 'M',
Mischa Vaughn my dear." Jan said after the kiss and resumed on revealing his
face...

Mischa struggled against the kiss as Michael Bristow rushed back in, his
eyes filled with anger. "HEY!" he yellled. "I said interogate, not make her
your girlfriend!"

"Don't worry, it was a perfect method in trying to get her to speak, dad."
Jan said to his father... while grinning at him.

Mischa looked from one to the other, angry at even the little bit she had
given him. Michael looked at her crossing his arms and asking his son, "And
what did she
tell you?"

"Well.... her name, her phonenumber.... kidding!" Jan said smiling. "Well,
the only thing I managed to get out of her was indeed her name and the
organization she's
working for..."

"And?" said Michael, looking intently at this girl. "Because if I'm not
satisfied, I assure you my interogation will not be as ... friendly."

That made Jan pause for a bit. For some strange reason he didn't want his
father hurting her... now where had THAT come from? "I present you Mischa Vaughn
from
the Covenant!"

"Bullshit you bastard!" she screamed. Without flinching Michael swung his
hand out and slapped her hard across the cheek. "When I want to hear from you,
you'll
know my dear. SO, you were saying son?"

Jan watched helplessly as his father slapped her cheek... and there was
the faint arousal of hitting his father. In their whole time together, whenever
they were
playfully sparring, his father would always win... so that wasn't a very good
idea to do.
"Well, that's all I got out of her."

Mischa gasped as he smacked her, thinking these men were both
dangerous. Her look hardened as she watched these two men, one with a mask, and
one
without. Michael spun around, smiling at his son. "I see I didn't teach you
the proper way
to interogate," he said, steping forward and grabbing a fistfull of Mischa's
hair. "Now,
Miss vaughn, tell us, how did you know the bioweapon was here?" Mischa's eyes
filled with
a combination of fear and anger as she looked straight into his masked face and
said, "Go
to hell," to which Michael responded with a hard punch to Mischa's jaw,
splitting her lip.

Jan Bristow couldn't bare to see any of this any longer. "C'mon Michael,
you don't have to be that HARD on her. Surely a B. I mean, we.... wouldn't.....
well.. do
that."

"We? Apparently we wouldn't. only one of us seems willing to do what
needs to be done," he said turning back to the girl. "Again, Miss Vaughn, how
did you
know where to find the weapon?" Mischa looked at him, her face showing her pain
even as
she tried to remain strong. "Forget it, I'm telling you nothing," she said, to
which Michael
responded by punching Mischa in the gut.

"Okay Okay, wrap it up!" Jan said and pulled his father away from Mischa.
"That's no way to treat her, and I know my moves were wrong too, but honestly,
dad...."

"Let go of me!" Michael screamed, his anger turning toward his son. "What
has gotten into you, son? Have you developed a little crush on MIss Vaughn,
here? She's
not your girlfriend, she's your prisoner, and you'd better start acting like
it!" He pulled
himself away from Jan and looked into his son's eyes. "Your turn, son-
interogate her," he
said, crossing his arms in front of him as he added, "and I had better like what
i see."

Those words.... of love, mixed with anger... and those coming from his
dad. "I did have a very persuasive move before you weren't there. . . daddy."
Jan said with
an evil grin. He turned around and grabbed Mischa. "Work with me here..." Jan
whispered...
"Okay, one last time! How did you know where to find the weapon?! Or do I have
to slice
your skin AGAIN?" Jan yelled at her, while forcefully holding her.

Mischa looked into his eyes, and deep down she knew he was trying to help
her. "I don't know," she said simply, caving and telling the truth. "The intel
was kept
classified from me- they only tasked me to obtain the weapon." Michael stood
behind
them and shook his head. "That is not going to cut it, my dear."

Jan looked at Mischa all the way through the question, and saw her cave
in. "She's telling the truth, Dad. I know she is. Well now... I think CUT is the
right answer!"
Jan said as he brought forth the knife again. "Because you're here now, Daddy, I
want you
to choose where I'm going to make her bleed....."

Mischa's eyes filled with fear as she saw in his eyes that he really did intend
to hurt her. Michael, on the other hand, was not as sure, and thought he would
test his
son. "Well, you could scar her for life by cutting up that pretty face of
hers," he said,
stepping closer. "Then again," he said, running his fingers over the skin
exposed by her
shirt, just above her chest, "such sweet and soft skin would be quite difficult
to resist."

Jan tightened the hold he had on the knife. *She's just too beautiful.... I
can't do that.* Jan thought as he pulled back and struck something! But what? Or
more
importantly, who?

Michael cried out as the knife plunged into his forearm. "What the hell are
you doing?" he cried, staggering back a bit and looking in shock at his son.

Jan released the chains and everything that Mischa was attached to.
"Something I should have done a lot sooner... you liar of a father!" Jan said
and kicked him
hard in the chest.

Michael grunted as his son kicked him in the chest, and he lay there
motionless. Mischa looked at her savior, reaching for his hand. "You didn't
even tell me
your name." she said, a slight smiled spreading on her lips despite the pain
that wracked
her body.

"Mischa... I'm so sorry for hurting you.... my name's Jan." He quickly said.
"We really need to go now." Jan said, taking her good arm. "Do you trust me?"
Jan couldn't
help but let the whispered sentence go on his lips.

"Yes," said mischa, though she wasn't exactly sure why. "I trust you. We do
need to get out of here, but I can't move all that fast," she said, feeling her
entire body
aching.

"Then let me carry you.. he musn't catch up with us." Jan said and before
Mischa could reply, Jan held her in his arms while making a run for it. . . to
the van.

Michael got up and followed them. "Jan how could you? To your own
father!" he screamed after his son. "I will find you and I WILL KILL YOU!!"
Meanwhile,
Mischa felt herself lifted up and held in Jan's strong arms, resting her head a
bit on his
shoulder. "Hurry," she said weakly, seeing Michael close behind them as they
reached the
van.

Jan got into the van and behind the wheel after putting Mischa in the
passenger seat next to him. Jan started up the car, all the words and sentences
his father
had said to him ringing in his mind as he drove away.... 'you might enjoy it...
I will find you
and kill you. Such sweet and soft skin would be quite difficult to resist.'

Mischa felt her whole body throbbing, as she sat in the passenger seat and made
her
escape, aided by the man who earlier had caused her such terror. "There's a
safehouse on
the outskirts of Lisben, we'll be safe there, if you can get us there."
Michael watched
helplessly as his son pulled away with their prisoner, cursing his own flesh and
blood and
vowing to get even.

Jan nodded and drove in that direction Mischa had told him about. He
heard the cursed words that his own father was firing at him. "I can try and
look at the
wounds, I'm also good with tending to wounds." Jan said as he drove and drove. .
. away
from the lies his father had implanted. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you were
CIA...." Jan said
softly.

"Whatever he told you... must have been some story," she said slowly, watching
him as he
drove. "You were almost willing to torture, kill me, even rape me for him and
his lies.
Like I said, it must have been some story."

"He convinced me...that we were working for the CIA.... and that you and
all the others were part of the Covenant..... but I realise now that I was part
of what I was
supposed to bring down." Jan said. "Yeah... I...." Jan trailed off, after
hearing what he had
been willing to go through for his father and his lies.

"Wow," she said softly, her eyes closing a bit, her body exhausted from the pain
she had
endured in the interogation. "Well, you are free of him now, although you'll
have to be
debriefed by my superiors before you're clear of wrongdoing. But is you truly
didn't know,
Director Sloane and Agent Bristow will certainly try their best to help you."

Shock was registered on Jan's face, but he didn't even look at Mischa. He
just kept his eyes on the road, but his thoughts... swam around in the swimming
pool of
thoughts. *Agent Bristow? THERE'S another Agent Bristow?* Jan thought as he
didn't
register the sound of his voice and his tears falling down. "I hope so..."

"Jan? are you all right?" she asked, hearing his tone of voice and noticing
the tears slipping down his cheeks. She was becoming more and more convinced
that this
man was not a hardened member of the Covenant- he had a conscience, obviously.

"Seven years.... working with that bastard.... Seven years working with that
lie...." Jan said
as he began to drive faster, ignoring a red traffic light...

"Jan, slow down, he's not following us." she paused, seeing the sadness in his
face, and
gently added, "It's over now."

Jan nodded and slowed down a bit. *It'll only end when he'll be dead...* Jan
thought, not
wanting to let Mischa know he was thinking about this. Jan then pulled on his
seatbelt...
that he had forgotten in the rush of escape.

Mischa also belted herself in, watching in the distance for the turn-off to the
safehouse.
"Turn right here- it's about a mile down this deserted road," she said softly,
pointing in
the direction of the safehouse.

"Okay," Jan said as he turned right and
continued driving down the deserted road. He was
tearing up inside, his father had lied to him... what
about his mother? "Mischa.... what can you tell me
about your superiors?" Jan asked. . . looking into her
eyes since the road was the same now.

"Well, Arvin Sloane is the director,
and Sydney Bristow is his assistant director, though
she occassionally does some field work," she said,
glancing in Jan's direction. "Why the curiosity all
of a sudden?"

"Since I found out you are the real
CIA... I got curious." Jan said to her. He sure didn't
want to spill his last name to her. He knew that that
last name would get the ball rolling for real... "Oh
look, isn't that the safehouse driveway?" Jan asked,
pointing.

"We're here," she said, forcing a weak
smile. "We should get inside. He won't find us here-
this place is meant to be well hidden." She climbed
out of the van, motioning for Jan to follow, and
headed into the safehouse to settle in until morning.


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