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Disclaimer: "The Pretender" and characters are owned by MTM, TNT and NBC Productions. Don't bother suing me, I have no money. Besides these corporations were doing nothing with them, so I decided to borrow them for awhile.
This is my first FanFic ever, I started this awhile ago and got parts of it up on another site before it went down. I am finally getting around to finishing up this story. I will tell you now, that this is going to be a long story. Enjoy...
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Saturday Nov. 17
Downtown Philadelphia
12:30AM
He came around the corner running for his life. He raced down the alley not looking back for fear that They might be there. The infamous 'They', the ones who never left him alone. Why couldn't They just let him be a free man with a life of his own. 'There up ahead,' he thought. He ran even faster to the slightly ajar door. As he was about to enter the door he changed his mind and looked up at the fire escape ten feet further down. He quickly looked down the alley in the direction he came from. Seeing no one, but sensing that They were closing in on him, he threw the door open and quickly ran to the fire escape and hoisted himself up.
He was taking a chance by choosing the fire escape over the doorway if they found him in his current spot, he would have no hope of escaping from there. But as he found an inset in the building he simmed the situation at hand with the training They had given him and concluded that he would be fine up there.
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Unbeknownst to the pretender, across the alley a pair of eyes bore down on him and looked on with fury. She looked on as she saw him climb up the fire escape. "No way in hell am I going to let some punk ruin this sting!" she whispered to herself. She was about to head down and break the guy's legs when a black sedan came careening around the corner, and three people stepped out. The first one out was a middle aged man, then a brunette, and lastly a…. 'Oh my god!' she thought, 'is that him?'
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"Check that side of the alley Sam," Miss Parker said with gun drawn in hand. She looked at her brother as they both started walking down the alley. Miss Parker was the first one to notice the open door. "There!" she yelled as she pointed at the door, and indirectly at the pretender. All three sprinted to the door and raced inside.
As they ran to the door, two sets of eyes looked on. One with hope and fear, the other with confusion and anger.
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As soon as Jarod saw all three head into the doorway he waited a minute before climbing down the fire escape and making his escape. Across the alley, the woman saw him start to move and headed downstairs in hopes of getting some answers. Jarod silently walked over to the Centre-issued car with a plan starting to form in his mind. He walked to the hood of the car and started to pop the hood when he heard the gun cock behind him. He froze out of shock realizing that the Centre had finally recaptured him.
"Don't move or I'll blow your head off!" the female voice behind him whispered. To Jarod the sound was almost like music to his ears since he didn't recognize the voice as belonging to his huntress. "Now put your hands up and slowly turn around" she whispered.
Jarod started to comply with the order as an idea started to form in his mind. He started to slowly turn around, when he quickly threw his arms out and snatched the gun from the woman's hands. In the same movement he was able to turn her around and have her right hand twisted tightly behind her back as he held her own gun against her temple. The woman was completely shocked; she had never been beaten so quickly and effortlessly before. She started to struggle except her captor only held her hand tighter and twisted it more.
"Stop struggling or I'll break your arm," Jarod whispered into her ear as he gave her arm an extra twist showing her he meant business. She winced in pain but decided not to keep on struggling, at least for now. Jarod felt bad for threatening the woman but he had no choice, he couldn't go back to the Centre.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" she asked her captor as he looked up and down the alley. When she heard no reply, she started to struggle some more as she continued, "Lemme go you-"
"Shut up or I'll break your arm," he said as he gave it another twist that again made his prisoner quiet up. He couldn't figure out where she had come from and sneak up on him the way she had. "Where'd you come from?" he asked her quietly; when he received no reply he gave her arm another twist and got a wince in reply. He pushed the barrel of the gun harder into her temple before he finally got an answer.
"Across the alley, the door between the two dumpsters"
"Is there anyone else behind that door?"
"No it was just me," she replied.
"You better be telling the truth," Jarod looked over at her and decided that she was telling the truth. He headed over to the door with the woman in front of him. "Open the door," he told her. They both entered, and as soon as they had entered, Jarod whipped the girl around and made her lock the door. "Where to now?" he demanded.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play smart with me," he said as he tightened his grip on her arm, "where were you hiding out?"
"Upstairs, on the third floor... third door on the right"
"Thank you... now was that so hard? No. Let's go then." They headed up the two flights of stairs and on the second floor landing she tried to make a break for it but got nowhere. Instead she ended up getting hit across the back of the head knocking her unconscious. Jarod picked her up and carried her up the rest of the way.
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Inside the warehouse Miss Parker, Lyle and Sam had given up the search for Jarod concluding that he had once again duped them. "This is another dead end" Lyle remarked.
"Well thank you once again brother for that deep insight" Miss Parker replied as she looked at him. Lyle just returned the look and added his trademark sneer.
"Let's go check the alley one more time in case the genius left any tracks," Lyle replied.
"Fine," was the only reply he got from his icy, but beautiful, sister, as they all headed back out into the alley. They split up once they were all in the alley. Lyle stepped into the shadows as he pulled out his phone and started to dial.
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Just above the alleyway, Jarod walked around the room in a slight state of shock and curiosity. 'Who is this woman and what is she doing up here with all this fancy surveillance gear?' he thought to himself as he surveyed the equipment and the limp body in the corner in the room. 'She can't be Centre though, there's no way they could have anticipated my running down this alley!' He looked down into the alley as he saw his three pursuers come out into the alleyway from the warehouse across the alleyway.
He was distracted from the view outside the window by the movement within the room he now occupied. Jarod turned and looked at the bound and gagged woman as she started to awaken. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she wasn't in control of the situation, then her eyes fell on Jarod-her captor. She didn't even struggle, conceding that he was in control. Jarod noticed this behavior in his prisoner as he approached her and knelt down before her. "If I take off the gag, will you promise not to scream?" he asked her as he sized her up and down.
She too sized him up and down with her eyes as she nodded yes. She saw in his eyes that he meant business, but also that he wouldn't harm her without reason. As he took off the gag she quietly coughed and thanked her captor.
"You're welcome," he replied. "Now who are you and what are you doing up here with all this gear?" He looked into her eyes and tried to determine if she would end up lying to him.
She returned the stare wondering if she should tell him the truth, or at least part of it, as she looked into his eyes. "My name is Kate Foster," she said deciding to give him part of the whole truth as she gave him her cover name. "I'm supposed to meet someone in the alley later tonight and I just wanted to protect myself and cover all the angles." Seeing as to how she believed the man she was supposed to meet was already chasing the man before her, she decided not to divulge that piece of information.
Jarod was about to say something when the phone in the room started to ring and startled him. "You expecting someone to be calling? And don't lie to me, I don't need you all that much," he told her as he pointed the gun right at her head.
"It's the man I'm supposed to meet later to confirm our meeting. If I don't answer then he'll know something is wrong"
"Why should I care whether or not he knows something is wrong?"
"Please I need to answer this call," she pleaded as the phone rang a second time. "Look you can listen in if you want, just let me take that call please!"
Jarod looked at the woman and the phone before deciding to let her accept the call, besides what harm could it cause. "You say anything about what's happened just now and I'll shoot you in the foot. Cancel the meeting for tonight without alarming him. Remember I'll be on the line with you," he told her as he dragged her to the chair by the phone and placed a head set on both their heads. On the fourth ring he answered the phone.
This is my first FanFic ever, I started this awhile ago and got parts of it up on another site before it went down. I am finally getting around to finishing up this story. I will tell you now, that this is going to be a long story. Enjoy...
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Saturday Nov. 17
Downtown Philadelphia
12:30AM
He came around the corner running for his life. He raced down the alley not looking back for fear that They might be there. The infamous 'They', the ones who never left him alone. Why couldn't They just let him be a free man with a life of his own. 'There up ahead,' he thought. He ran even faster to the slightly ajar door. As he was about to enter the door he changed his mind and looked up at the fire escape ten feet further down. He quickly looked down the alley in the direction he came from. Seeing no one, but sensing that They were closing in on him, he threw the door open and quickly ran to the fire escape and hoisted himself up.
He was taking a chance by choosing the fire escape over the doorway if they found him in his current spot, he would have no hope of escaping from there. But as he found an inset in the building he simmed the situation at hand with the training They had given him and concluded that he would be fine up there.
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Unbeknownst to the pretender, across the alley a pair of eyes bore down on him and looked on with fury. She looked on as she saw him climb up the fire escape. "No way in hell am I going to let some punk ruin this sting!" she whispered to herself. She was about to head down and break the guy's legs when a black sedan came careening around the corner, and three people stepped out. The first one out was a middle aged man, then a brunette, and lastly a…. 'Oh my god!' she thought, 'is that him?'
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"Check that side of the alley Sam," Miss Parker said with gun drawn in hand. She looked at her brother as they both started walking down the alley. Miss Parker was the first one to notice the open door. "There!" she yelled as she pointed at the door, and indirectly at the pretender. All three sprinted to the door and raced inside.
As they ran to the door, two sets of eyes looked on. One with hope and fear, the other with confusion and anger.
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As soon as Jarod saw all three head into the doorway he waited a minute before climbing down the fire escape and making his escape. Across the alley, the woman saw him start to move and headed downstairs in hopes of getting some answers. Jarod silently walked over to the Centre-issued car with a plan starting to form in his mind. He walked to the hood of the car and started to pop the hood when he heard the gun cock behind him. He froze out of shock realizing that the Centre had finally recaptured him.
"Don't move or I'll blow your head off!" the female voice behind him whispered. To Jarod the sound was almost like music to his ears since he didn't recognize the voice as belonging to his huntress. "Now put your hands up and slowly turn around" she whispered.
Jarod started to comply with the order as an idea started to form in his mind. He started to slowly turn around, when he quickly threw his arms out and snatched the gun from the woman's hands. In the same movement he was able to turn her around and have her right hand twisted tightly behind her back as he held her own gun against her temple. The woman was completely shocked; she had never been beaten so quickly and effortlessly before. She started to struggle except her captor only held her hand tighter and twisted it more.
"Stop struggling or I'll break your arm," Jarod whispered into her ear as he gave her arm an extra twist showing her he meant business. She winced in pain but decided not to keep on struggling, at least for now. Jarod felt bad for threatening the woman but he had no choice, he couldn't go back to the Centre.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" she asked her captor as he looked up and down the alley. When she heard no reply, she started to struggle some more as she continued, "Lemme go you-"
"Shut up or I'll break your arm," he said as he gave it another twist that again made his prisoner quiet up. He couldn't figure out where she had come from and sneak up on him the way she had. "Where'd you come from?" he asked her quietly; when he received no reply he gave her arm another twist and got a wince in reply. He pushed the barrel of the gun harder into her temple before he finally got an answer.
"Across the alley, the door between the two dumpsters"
"Is there anyone else behind that door?"
"No it was just me," she replied.
"You better be telling the truth," Jarod looked over at her and decided that she was telling the truth. He headed over to the door with the woman in front of him. "Open the door," he told her. They both entered, and as soon as they had entered, Jarod whipped the girl around and made her lock the door. "Where to now?" he demanded.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play smart with me," he said as he tightened his grip on her arm, "where were you hiding out?"
"Upstairs, on the third floor... third door on the right"
"Thank you... now was that so hard? No. Let's go then." They headed up the two flights of stairs and on the second floor landing she tried to make a break for it but got nowhere. Instead she ended up getting hit across the back of the head knocking her unconscious. Jarod picked her up and carried her up the rest of the way.
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Inside the warehouse Miss Parker, Lyle and Sam had given up the search for Jarod concluding that he had once again duped them. "This is another dead end" Lyle remarked.
"Well thank you once again brother for that deep insight" Miss Parker replied as she looked at him. Lyle just returned the look and added his trademark sneer.
"Let's go check the alley one more time in case the genius left any tracks," Lyle replied.
"Fine," was the only reply he got from his icy, but beautiful, sister, as they all headed back out into the alley. They split up once they were all in the alley. Lyle stepped into the shadows as he pulled out his phone and started to dial.
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Just above the alleyway, Jarod walked around the room in a slight state of shock and curiosity. 'Who is this woman and what is she doing up here with all this fancy surveillance gear?' he thought to himself as he surveyed the equipment and the limp body in the corner in the room. 'She can't be Centre though, there's no way they could have anticipated my running down this alley!' He looked down into the alley as he saw his three pursuers come out into the alleyway from the warehouse across the alleyway.
He was distracted from the view outside the window by the movement within the room he now occupied. Jarod turned and looked at the bound and gagged woman as she started to awaken. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she wasn't in control of the situation, then her eyes fell on Jarod-her captor. She didn't even struggle, conceding that he was in control. Jarod noticed this behavior in his prisoner as he approached her and knelt down before her. "If I take off the gag, will you promise not to scream?" he asked her as he sized her up and down.
She too sized him up and down with her eyes as she nodded yes. She saw in his eyes that he meant business, but also that he wouldn't harm her without reason. As he took off the gag she quietly coughed and thanked her captor.
"You're welcome," he replied. "Now who are you and what are you doing up here with all this gear?" He looked into her eyes and tried to determine if she would end up lying to him.
She returned the stare wondering if she should tell him the truth, or at least part of it, as she looked into his eyes. "My name is Kate Foster," she said deciding to give him part of the whole truth as she gave him her cover name. "I'm supposed to meet someone in the alley later tonight and I just wanted to protect myself and cover all the angles." Seeing as to how she believed the man she was supposed to meet was already chasing the man before her, she decided not to divulge that piece of information.
Jarod was about to say something when the phone in the room started to ring and startled him. "You expecting someone to be calling? And don't lie to me, I don't need you all that much," he told her as he pointed the gun right at her head.
"It's the man I'm supposed to meet later to confirm our meeting. If I don't answer then he'll know something is wrong"
"Why should I care whether or not he knows something is wrong?"
"Please I need to answer this call," she pleaded as the phone rang a second time. "Look you can listen in if you want, just let me take that call please!"
Jarod looked at the woman and the phone before deciding to let her accept the call, besides what harm could it cause. "You say anything about what's happened just now and I'll shoot you in the foot. Cancel the meeting for tonight without alarming him. Remember I'll be on the line with you," he told her as he dragged her to the chair by the phone and placed a head set on both their heads. On the fourth ring he answered the phone.
