Disclaimer - Own Everyone but the characters from the movie.
Rating: NC 17
Summary - Chance Boudreaux was not the first target to get away nor did
Fouchon and Pik only hunt military veterans' originally. This story takes
place two years before the events of the film, and tells the story of the
first target to get away and turn the tables on them.
Chapter 3
The Next Morning
Maia woke up to light streaming into the room, she lay there thinking of who
could have taken Dominique and why. Gone was her Dominique persona placed
into the recesses of her mind like she should have been after burying the
only man she had ever loved and the daughter they had created.
'Okay, Dominique who did you know in this little hellhole that would have
the resources to pull this off. No one that is the problem. Well, fuck me a
hard one.'
Maia sat figuring soon or later someone would come and tell her something,
if anything to find out who might be willing to pay for her release.
'For now, I guess handcuffs are the bracelets of choice.' She studied the
room for the next hour and a half, then her body after that.
'Okay, whose body is this and where is mine?' She no longer recognized her
body as her own. It was softer now more rounded and most of all not well
kept.
'Would have it killed you to go to the gym every now and then, Dominique? I
think not. Or to have your legs waxed or a manicure every now an then.'
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening and a
cart being pushed into the room.
'Show time, Maia.'
Maia looked towards the sounds of the cart being pushed by an older man in a
fine Italian suit and a taller man with extremely short hair carrying a robe
and a couple bags from well-known clothing stores.
"Hello, Mrs. Thoreau or may I called you Dominique?" the older man said in a
British educated voice.
"Dominique is fine," she said softly. "Why am I here and where are my
clothes?" Her voice rising as she added a hint of panic to it.
"Now, Dominique. We'll answer your questions in time," the man said as he
pushed the cart to the small breakfast table. "I'm Emil Fouchon and this is
my associate, Pik Van Cleaf. Pik, please be kind of enough to uncuff the
young lady."
Pik walked to where she sat and motioned for her to turn towards him as he
put the bag he carried down.
"Please turn to face me," he said, in a heavily accented voice, sounding
South African.
"I'm not wearing..."
"Nothing, I haven't seen before," he said, a smirk on his face. "Who do you
think undressed you?"
"Dominique, if you want your answered do what Pik says."
Maia swung her legs over the side of the bed, the sheet pooling around her
waist. She held her hands out to Pik.
He undid her cuffs and tossed them to the side. He shook out the robe and
held it out for her, his eyebrow arching as she hesitated like all good
innocents would. She got up and slipped her arms into the sleeves, which
were too long. The robe was beautiful black silk with blue and gold dragons
embroidered on it. It smelled citrus and musky.
"Sorry about the fit," Pik whispered softly in her ear as she tied the robe.
"It's mine."
She tied the robe tightly around her waist trying to figure out what was
going on between Pik and her.
"Come," Pik said gesturing for her to follow him.
Fouchon was sitting at a small breakfast table looking at the newspaper in
his hands.
Maia sat down opposite the two men and watched them as they filled their
plates with food.
"Please help yourself, Dominique," Fouchon said passing a plate to her.
She took it and selected some of the food from the serving dishes, enough to
satisfy her hungry but not enough to fill her up.
"Dominique, may I ask how old you are?" Fouchon said.
"Twenty seven," Maia said looking at them.
He just nodded.
She sat back and quietly ate.
"Not very talkative are you?" Fouchon said smiling.
“Not much to say. I don’t know who you are outside your names. I don’t know
why I’m here. We could talk about the news but I have no clue what is going
on out, wonder why that is. OH WAIT! It was because I was drugged
senseless,” Maia started forcing her voice to near hysterics. “Why don’t you
just let me go? I promise I won’t talk. Won’t mention any of this. I don’t
have family or any money other than a small inheritance. I’m no one special,
so no one will pay a ransom for me.”
"Calm down, my dear. All will be explained shortly," Fouchon said turning
towards Pik.
Maia pushed the plate away from her watching them through downcast eyes.
Wondering what the hell was going on. She saw the silent exchanges between
them, whoever they were they had worked together a long time. There were no
words between them yet they were able to convey their thoughts.
'Very dangerous. Don't push them too far and don't underestimate them Maia.'
"Okay," Fouchon said suddenly breaking the silence and her train of thought.
She looked up as he sat back in his chair.