Chapter Eleven of the Story

Dante Vang lounged on a red couch with a glass of wine. The room was small, but brightly and expensively furnished with a large flat screen T.V., two fluffy red couches, a refrigerator, and a wet bar.
Zann pushed Elliot onto the couch across from Vang and sat down next to her. She wanted to tell him he was popping her personal bubble, but figured the assassin really wouldn’t care.
“You may leave us, Miss Clearwater.” The door closed behind Lisa, and Vang turned his attention back to Elliot. “Now, what is your name.”
She might as well. “Elliot.”
“Isn’t that a boy’s name?” The man smirked slightly as he sipped his wine.
Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Wouldn’t people ever stop asking that question? “Not necessarily.”
“So, Elliot, what’s your last name?”
“Bay-Washington.”
Beside her, Zann chuckled. “As in ‘Elliot Bay, Washington?’”
She shrugged. “My parents had a weird sense of humor.”
Dante Vang placed his glass on the table between them and leaned forward. “Enough games. What is your full name?”
Elliot was seriously tempted to say Wendy Moira Angela Darling, but refrained. Instead, she kept her lips tightly sealed. If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Vang huffed and leaned back. “Fine, you don’t have to give me you last name, it’s not that important. But, tell me, how well do you know Jerin Swanson?”
Elliot shrugged. “We work for the same boss, but that’s about it.”
The man nodded. “Right. Which is why you sacrificed you life to save his.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Some one wouldn’t just do that, Miss Elliot.”
“It was an assignment. Just because I don’t know him doesn’t mean I don’t value his life. He’s a good agent.”
He laughed. “They don’t seem too keen on having you back. Usually when we get one of their men, we get letters telling us to give them back. We’ve received no such letters—not even one from Swanson.”
Quite frankly, Elliot was surprised she was still alive. He could taunt her all he wanted, but she would still cling to the hope Jerin would come dashing in to rescue her. He’d never give up while she was alive—she knew that for sure. All she had to do was stay alive.
He leaned forward again and looked her straight in the eye. “I’ll be frank with you, Elliot. Either Swanson turns himself in to us, or we kill you. It’s up to him, not the Agency.”
Elliot swallowed. “You’re gambling on the fact that he’s cares enough about me to turn himself in. We don’t even know each other! Besides, I highly doubt you’re going to let me go even if he does turn himself in!”
“That sounds a little desperate. You seemed perfectly composed until we told you he would have to die.” Vang flashed way-too-white teeth at her. “I’d say you two are closer than you want us to think.”
Zann must have felt her muscles tense, because he put a hand on her shoulder. This seemed to amuse Dante Vang.
“Oh, are you going to attack me, Miss Elliot? Are you really that close to Jerin?”
She wanted to scream that she would nuke the entire headquarters if they hurt her friend, but knew showing that kind of emotion would not be a good idea. So, she took several deep breaths and composed herself.
“Are we really accomplishing anything, Mr. Vang?”
Elliot was surprised at the Russian accent beside her. She looked at him curiously. It appeared to surprise Vang as well.
“Are you questioning me, Mr. Kolzak?”
Zann’s green eyes flashed in annoyance. “No, I’m simply asking if this is really necessary. I have no doubt Jerin will show up for her.”
Vang eyed him thoughtfully for several minutes. Nodding he said, “Alright. Take her back to her cell and feed her. Let me know the second that confounded agent shows his face.”
Elliot kept her eyes on Zann as he guided her out of the room. There was something about him that simply didn’t add up.
“Uh, thanks.”
He kept his eyes straight ahead. “I did not do anything worthy of your thanks, Elliot. I was bored.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You were bored?” She shook her head. “You take the cake, Zann. Usually I can figure people out, but you’re like some sort of crazy enigma.”
“There is nothing to figure out about me, Elliot. What you see is what you get, as you Americans say.”
“Right. You keep telling yourself that, Mr. Assassin.”

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So, I had one about Jerin already for you guys, but I figured I needed to post one about Elliot first for continuity reasons. Enjoy! If I was ever captured by crazy bad people, I'd probably be just as smart-alec as Elliot is here. Hehe.
I currently have no fun fact, other than some new ideas are bubbling in my brain because of my friend. Yay! Prepare for some plot twists, full speed ahead!!
Oh, and tell me your favorite character and why. I think mine's Zann. ^.^