Season 1, Episode 3: Remember
Me
Part 6 of 6
He could feel the hatred boil through his non-existent eye
as he stared at this man who had been inferior to him in every way while he was
at the agency. How was it that he now
could defeat him and thwart the carefully laid out plans?
“Ahhh!” Justin yelled in frustration as he turned and
ran. He would not let them take him in,
and they would not let him end his vengeance.
He would be back, and he would take his revenge on the group that turned
him away for his ‘defect.’
Justin ran down an alley and slumped to the ground, hidden
between two trash dumpsters. He dropped
his head into his hands; he could feel tears start to well in his good
eye. Unwilling to cry, Justin slammed his
fist into the dumpster next to him. Pain was better then sadness. He clutched his hurt hand tightly and threw
his head back against the wall behind him.
Closing his eye, he let the pain wash out the other feelings the emerged
from his defeat and memories of HimTak.
He
had been watching places he knew that HimTak agents frequented. Now that he was on a list, there was no way
he could get close enough to the building, but if the agents were outside the
building when he took them, that was a different story. He could see J.C. approaching the spot where
he was hiding, his anger rising. It was
not the agent he wanted, but any HimTak agent would do for the beginning of his
revenge. It would only be a matter of
seconds before he would reach the spot; then he could grab him and let the
torture begin.
“You’ll
find revenge this way satisfying for awhile, but it will not hold you.” A voice startled him from behind. He turned to face the man holding a ferret in
his arms.
“Get
out of here, you freak!” Justin shouted at him and turned back, realizing it
would now be too late to grab J.C. “You
made me miss him!” Justin turned back to
the man behind him and moved forward to knock him down. The man made a slight, quick movement, and he
was out of the way of Justin’s attempt.
“I
think you will make a nice addition.”
The man smirked as he ran his hand down the ferret’s fur.
“Addition? Are you some sort of collector? You are a freak; leave me be.”
“Ah,
freak, many a HimTak agent has called me that too.” He smiled widely as realization came over
Justin’s face. “Yes, I know of the
group; I know of how they only take the elite, those that are considered
attractive even, and let the rest of us to accept it, even expect us to revere
them. If you are not perfect, they toss
you aside like an apple core. I was
rejected, but I refused to lie down and take it so I formed my own group of
anti-agents to take HimTak down. Only
when the agency is defeated will the group wither and die. Taking out one agent is only a flesh wound to
them – take down the entire group, and
you defeat the enemy.”
“How
do you propose to do that?” Justin asked, wary, but intrigued.
“I
have a group of my own, designed to take HimTak down and wreak as much damage
as possible in the process. And of
course, taking over the world is always on the agenda.” He cackled gleefully.
“I
care nothing about taking over the world, but if taking down HimTak is
something you are aiming for, I’m in.”
The
other man paused from petting the ferret to look up, his eyes shining with an
evil craziness. “Excellent.”
Justin had been told all about FANS and their
objectives. He knew immediately that he
wanted to be a part of this group to take HimTak and all their ‘pretty’ agents
down.
There had been a tough few weeks where he was under top
surveillance at the FANS headquarters.
They had to make sure he was on their side and not undercover for
HimTak. In the end, he had passed all
their tests and soon soared to the right hand man of the group. Now he had failed in this mission.
He slammed his hand against the dumpster again and
stood. He needed to get back. Another plan would be formulating in his
leader’s head, and he would be needed to help implement the new tactic for
taking down those who had stolen his rightful place and all those who thought
him not good enough to serve anymore.
Vengeance would be his, no matter how long it took.
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“Nick? Nick can you hear me? Say something.”
Nick’s
head fell lightly from side to side, and his eyes slowly rolled back to the
front of his head. He looked up into the
concerned eyes of one Diamond Divine and somehow managed to turn his swollen
upper lip into a cheesy grin. “I must
have died and gone to heaven ‘cause I see an angel right in front of me.”
Nick
laughed, amused with his cliché one-liner, but his laugh turned into a cough of
pain when Diamond slugged him. “Damnit,
Carter, you scared the shit out of me!”
Diamond
laughed, but there was fear in her voice, and the moment turned instantly back
to business. “Where’s Drums?”
“I’m
sorry, Nick, he’s gone.”
“Shit! And McGrath?
Please tell me we have at least one of these evil bastards to fry.”
Diamond
nodded and, with a sexy smile, began to clear the blood from Nick’s swollen
face. Her touch was so delicate that
Nick’s mind once again drifted from the mission.
“You
know,” he began as he pulled Diamond close to him, “we’ve still got a room
upstairs, and the trunk on that new car of mine is definitely bigger than any
holding cell Mark’s gonna get where he’s going.
He’ll be fine for a few hours...”
Diamonds
face lit up with delight, and she pressed her lips firmly to Nick’s. “I think
that’s the best plan you’ve come up with since we got here.”
Nick,
still running high on adrenaline and ready to release the tension this
emotional mission had caused, pulled Diamond onto his lap, kissing her more
deeply.
“We
could take more than a couple hours,” Diamond suggested, gasping for
breath. “It’s time to celebrate your
first case back on the job. We could
order up some champagne, maybe a little room service.”
“What
about McGrath?” Nick teased while his hands began to wander from Diamond’s
back.
“You
don’t have to worry about Mark.
Emerald’s here with some CIA guy. They’re gonna take him into
custody. We could make a night of it.”
Nick’s
eyes flew open at the realization of Diamond’s words. He was on his feet so fast that Diamond hit
the ground with a loud thump. It only
took him a split second to spot the Avril Lavigne wannabe and the stiff in the
suit and you could practically see the steam spewing from his ears as he
stalked his way over to them.
Emerald
watched him come with disgust seeping from her deep green eyes. “What’s the matter, 008, misplace your
Viagra?”
“What
the hell is this?”
Agent
Littrell was shocked, not only by the volume of Nick’s rant, but that his anger
was directed at him. Emerald smirked
widely and placed her hand lightly on Brian’s arm. “This, Nick, is a real man. Get a good look and then take notes. Agent Brian Littrell of the CIA, meet Nick
Carter.”
Brian
held out his hand at the introduction, but Nick never even saw it. “What the
hell is the CIA doing here?”
“We’ve
been sent to bring him in.”
“The
hell you are! This was my damn
assignment! My perp! I’m bringing him in!”
“I’m sorry,
son, but I have my orders, and they came straight from your boss.”
“Who
the fuck you calling son?”
“He’s
right. K’s the one who sent him
here. He told us to bring him in and he
wants you to see Doc Jewel right away.”
Nick
looked at Brian as if he were ready to kill the man and pry the criminal from
his cold dead fingers. And although Nick
towered over the man, Brian, struggling to control his own temper, stood his
ground firmly. Maybe that’s where the alias “The Rok” came from.
Nick
began to see his defeat, but was not yet willing to back down. No way was he going to let this go without a
fight.
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“This
is bullshit!”
Normally,
Nick loved watching his mentor hard at work; no one could interrogate like
Agent Jay. But instead of being in the
room with him, getting to play a bit of good cop, bad cop, he was forced to
watch from behind the one-way glass while he listened to his boss give custody
of the prisoner over to the CIA.
“008,
you’d better curb that temper fast.”
“You’re
just gonna hand him over? Just like
that? To the
“This
case? Mr. Carter, you stopped the bad
guys. You saved the day, and
The
condescending tone in Brian’s voice only angered Nick more.
“You
see what I mean? That’s the shit I’m
talking about! This case is far from
over. Until we find that organization,
there will be others. Many others! And what about Drums, are we just going to
pretend he wasn’t there?”
The
mention of the ex-HimTak agent-turned-terrorist sent such a chill through the
room that even Kevin stiffened. His
voice became quiet and almost sympathetic.
“We’ll get him, Nick.”
Brian
was shocked at the change, and to hear Kevin call this snot-nosed, cocky, prima
donna by his first name in such a fatherly way actually stung. “Kev, is there something you’re not telling
me? You swore you were going to cooperate
with us one hundred percent on this.
That’s why I let you question the man before I take him back to
“I’ve
told you everything I know. You know I
have.”
“Then
who is this Drums person?”
Kevin
sighed. “That’s a long story. And one that has nothing to do with this
case, I assure you.”
“If
he was there, then he has everything to do with this case, and I want to know
everything about him.”
“As
if we’d tell you a damn thing!” exploded Nick.
“You would take the information back to all your little friends in the
Pentagon as fast as you could, and they’d have everything fucked up before
breakfast.”
Brian
could no longer bite his tongue, and he blew up in Nick’s face. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are,
but you’d better cut the shit before I have you arrested for treason!”
“Brian! Nickolas!”
Brian
and Nick stopped their bickering, both completely dumbfounded that Agent K had
actually raised his voice. Kevin crossed
his arms tightly across his chest and stared at the two of them until he once
again had complete control of the situation.
“Whether you’re on the same team or not, you two are some of the world’s
best in fighting terrorists.”
Kevin
walked over to a desk and picked up a thick file. He held up the folder with the words ‘TOP
SECRET’ stamped across it. “Brian, I have told you everything you need to know
and, Nick, you know I will not let this case fall apart, so you’d both better
trust me on this. And you damn well
better learn to trust each other because in our line of work, not trusting your
partner will get you killed!”
Nick’s
mouth practically dropped to the floor.
“Partner?”
Kevin
handed Nick the file in his hand. “I
have your next assignment, and I need the two of you together on this one.”
Nick
and Brian glanced almost fearfully at one another and simultaneously lost their
tempers again.
“WHAT?!”
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