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writetomyheart2015-08-10 04:10 pm
jojibear.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-10 04:10 pm
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[Team SONIC] Horrible Surprises
Starting word from here.
Related to this, and a direct follow on to this. Unexpectedly expanding this AU ;;
Related to this, and a direct follow on to this. Unexpectedly expanding this AU ;;
He's missing something vital, he's sure of it. There's something he's supposed to have noticed but hasn't, and the feeling was really beginning to annoy him.
He couldn't afford to cock up — not here, not now, not when he'd just found out that he had been hand-picked to work with a member of their Agency's elitists. He'd been chosen for a reason, and now he has to live up to it, to prove both himself and his graduating class worthy.
If only he could work out what it was that was unsettling him so.
"I can hear the cogs in your mind whirring, Agent Chen," the man he had just finished tying up suddenly said, and Jongdae jolted, not only because it was the first time he and Amber had heard him speak, but also because his voice sounded familiar — unnervingly so. "You always did think too much, Chenchen. We could never work out if it would be the making or the breaking of you."
Jongdae's hand reached out, shaking, ready to rip off the balaclava their captive had been wearing all this time. But Amber's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist firmly, stopping him. He turned a bewildered look at his partner, as if to ask what she thought she was doing, but Amber looked back at him with an equally confused expression, her lips pursed. She shook her head when he struggled to reach forward.
"Go on," their captive taunted, "you know you want to see who's under this mask, Agent Chen, although I'm sincerely surprised you haven't already worked it out. Surprised, and hurt, I must admit. Was our two years working together so insignificant that you've already forgotten me after a year of separation? I expected better of you, Kim Jongdae."
That was the last straw for Jongdae.
He violently jerked his hand out of Amber's grasp — although he needn't have been so forceful because Amber's grip had slackened in surprise — and tore the black head covering off their captive.
Jongdae fought to control his breathing.
"Long time no see, Jongdae," Lu Han greeted, wearing a blithe smile. "You're doing well for yourself, aren't you? Three years out of the academy and already working with a member of the Elite 4 — who'd have thought? Just wait until Kris and Zitao hear about this. I can't wait to tell them."
"Sorry to burst your bubble," Liyin's voice suddenly cut in, "but you're going to have to wait a very long time for that — maybe eternity, when you're all sitting in hell, burning."
In their surprise, neither Jongdae nor Amber had notice Liyin return, nor had they seen the thing she had tossed at Lu Han's feet. Their captive hadn't missed it, though, glancing down at the small parcel.
"Too bad it won't fulfill it's purpose now, since I've already disarmed it," their team leader said causally, shrugging her shoulders.
"These bombs can't be disarmed," Lu Han muttered with a frown.
As if to prove his point, the parcel began to beep.
He couldn't afford to cock up — not here, not now, not when he'd just found out that he had been hand-picked to work with a member of their Agency's elitists. He'd been chosen for a reason, and now he has to live up to it, to prove both himself and his graduating class worthy.
If only he could work out what it was that was unsettling him so.
"I can hear the cogs in your mind whirring, Agent Chen," the man he had just finished tying up suddenly said, and Jongdae jolted, not only because it was the first time he and Amber had heard him speak, but also because his voice sounded familiar — unnervingly so. "You always did think too much, Chenchen. We could never work out if it would be the making or the breaking of you."
Jongdae's hand reached out, shaking, ready to rip off the balaclava their captive had been wearing all this time. But Amber's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist firmly, stopping him. He turned a bewildered look at his partner, as if to ask what she thought she was doing, but Amber looked back at him with an equally confused expression, her lips pursed. She shook her head when he struggled to reach forward.
"Go on," their captive taunted, "you know you want to see who's under this mask, Agent Chen, although I'm sincerely surprised you haven't already worked it out. Surprised, and hurt, I must admit. Was our two years working together so insignificant that you've already forgotten me after a year of separation? I expected better of you, Kim Jongdae."
That was the last straw for Jongdae.
He violently jerked his hand out of Amber's grasp — although he needn't have been so forceful because Amber's grip had slackened in surprise — and tore the black head covering off their captive.
Jongdae fought to control his breathing.
"Long time no see, Jongdae," Lu Han greeted, wearing a blithe smile. "You're doing well for yourself, aren't you? Three years out of the academy and already working with a member of the Elite 4 — who'd have thought? Just wait until Kris and Zitao hear about this. I can't wait to tell them."
"Sorry to burst your bubble," Liyin's voice suddenly cut in, "but you're going to have to wait a very long time for that — maybe eternity, when you're all sitting in hell, burning."
In their surprise, neither Jongdae nor Amber had notice Liyin return, nor had they seen the thing she had tossed at Lu Han's feet. Their captive hadn't missed it, though, glancing down at the small parcel.
"Too bad it won't fulfill it's purpose now, since I've already disarmed it," their team leader said causally, shrugging her shoulders.
"These bombs can't be disarmed," Lu Han muttered with a frown.
As if to prove his point, the parcel began to beep.