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Casting Shadows ch 3

"I got it!" Jessie called. It was probably January. They were all going out to see Dante's Peak today, with permission from their fathers, who weren't home.

She opened the door, and the smiled died from her face. "Can I help you?" She asked. Men in black suits stared back at her, and her mind identified them as Agency types. Probably looking for her dad.

"We're searching for a young lady who was seen recently in these parts. She's considered armed and dangerous, and she's slightly insane. Have you seen her?" He held up a picture of January, smiling into the camera, holding her hair back so the wind didn't blow it.

Jessie looked up at them, wondering why they were looking for January, and why they were doing it as opposed to the police. Something didn't smell right. "No, I haven't. Sorry." She moved to shut the door and one of them blocked it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She glared at him.

"We'd like to search the place." Leonard looked down at her, knowing she was lying. They had tracked January here.

"I'm sorry, but do you have a search warrant?" She asked, eyeing them. If they did she could maybe tell them to come back when her father was home, but they may want to search now.

They looked at each other in irritation. The girl was good. They hadn't expected this much resistance. "Yes, we do." He lied.

"Let me see it." Jessie held out her hand and waited, praying.

"Why don't you just let us in." He glared at her, trying to intimidate her into submission. He was good, but she refused to let it work.

"You go get a search warrant and then I'll let you in." She moved to slam the door on them, and was stopped suddenly by a heavier force on the other side. They shoved open the door, throwing Jessie to the floor and coming in quickly, shutting it behind them. Jessie started to scream and was cut off by a sharp slap across the face. One of them picked her up easily, holding her in a headlock and stretching out her arm. She started to scream again, but he choked her and she couldn't get out any sound. Thrashing and kicking she struggled as hard as she could, hearing a grunt when her foot made contact with his shin. But he was far stronger than she, and not once did he loosen his grip.

Jonny came in just in time to see a man pull out a syringe and walk toward Jessie quickly. He ran, trying to intercept him, but was stopped by another in a dark suit.

Jessie twisted harder as the needle drew closer to her skin, but it wasn't any use. They pulled up her sleeve and she kicked out as she felt the sharp object puncture her arm. She kicked once more, and her world went black.

Jonny choked out a scream as Jessie went limp, then swiped the man nearest him with his leg, knocking his feet out from under him. He turned and ran, back into the kitchen. He slid across the tile, slamming into the counter and pulling the phone off the hook. He turned it on, and dialed nine before it was knocked out of his hand. Someone hit the back of his head and he rolled across the floor, gaining his feet quickly. He lunged at the kitchen table, where a knife lay, and was stopped only inches away by a strong hand on his foot.

"I've got him. Get the sedative over here now." He heard someone grunt. He kicked up with his free foot, smacking the man in the face. The grip on his foot loosened and he kicked free, starting to climb up and get the knife. That was when someone else hit him, slamming into him from the side and laying on top of him on the floor.

"Lemme go!" He screamed, seeing the suit with the needle run over. He squirmed harder, bashed the man over his head with his free hand, and felt the pierce as the syringe entered his skin. A minute later he was out cold.

Hadji took a deep breath and locked the door on Dr. Quest's room. They hadn't seen him, and he didn't know if they knew he was there. Sitting at the computer he brought up the e-mail file and started writing.

need help. Jonny and jessie have been taken captive by six men in black suits. still in house, may find me soon. come quick.

He sent it off just as he heard the handle rattle.

"I think someone's in there." A man's voice said.

"Boy?" The voice was softer, cajoling. "Come on out of there. We aren't going to hurt you. We're looking for a young woman, she's deadly. We didn't want you and your friends hurt when she came back here."

There was silence.

Hadji picked up the phone, dialed nine one one and put it under the bed. They could trace the call. He quickly looked around. Anything he could use as a weapon. Dr. Benton's golf clubs sat in a corner where he had left them the other day. He walked quickly to the irons, and pulled one out. A body slammed against the door and he braced himself, ready to smack the first person who came through. Another body slammed the door, cracking it for the next body that came through. And it did. Smashed through the door, and met with Hadji's club. The man flew back, slamming against the dresser and knocking it over. Another man came in and caught the golf club before it hit his face. He wrestled with Hadji for a minute, then swung him around and into the last man coming through.

Hadj smashed the man's feet as his arms were pinned, and then knocked him over, turning to race down the stairs as soon as he was free. He heard the two conscious men come lunging down after him, shouting to the three below to grab him. He reached the bottom of the stairs as one of them darted for his feet and he fell hard, knocking over the vase. Grabbing a shard of porcelain he turned and sliced the man who held him, forcing him to let go. Wriggling away he stood up and ran to the front door, where Jessie and Jonny lay. He reached to open it and was stopped by an arm in the way. He backed up slowly, a large man walking just as slowly after him. He bumped against something and reached around his body, closing his fist on the glass Jess had left on the end-table. Bringing it around he smashed it into the big man's face, driving him back enough to slip out of the corner.

Hadji raced toward the library, knocking things over as he went, to block the path. Someone jumped for him and he dodged, pulled a row of books off the shelves and let them drop on his follower. He picked up the poker from the fireplace, brandishing it at the men who poured in the door.

"All right kid, just take it easy."

Hadji stared at him. "You may have killed my friends, chased me around the house, knocked me over, broken into my family's home and you want me to "take it easy"?! I think not sir."

"I think so kid." The large man walked into the room, holding Jessie and Jonny. "You see, we only need one of you for an interrogation. So, we could just kill one of them and you and have the other, or you can surrender now and you'll all live."

Hadji stared at the man as he sat down the two people and pulled out his gun.

"Which one shall it be?" He asked.

Hadji made no move. Surely this was a bluff.

"Okay. I'll kill the boy." He picked the limp Jonny up, putting the gun to his head and started to squeeze the trigger.

"WAIT!" Hadji stepped forward, looking at the other men in the room. None of them moved.

"You surrender?" The large one asked.

Hadji dropped the poker as a sick feeling rose in his stomach, nodding silently, unable to trust his voice.

A man stepped up, brandishing a needle, and Hadji shrank back again.

"Ah ah! you surrendered! We're not taking you back conscious. No moving." The large man picked Jonny up again, held the gun to his head.

Hadji clenched his fists, realizing that he was helpless. He grit his teeth and allowed the man to come closer. He felt sick to his stomach. He looked down at the blood red carpet, swallowing hard. A hand touched his arm, sliding his sleeve up. The needle slipped under his skin, moving coldly up his body. He wanted to scream, and then suddenly his knees buckled and he fell against the man as the last shreds of consciousness slipped away like so many tears.

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