"Your girlfriends are dead," sneered Vivian, pointing the gun straight at Dylan.
In that split second, many emotions gripped her.
Shock.
Fear.
Anger.
Confusion.
Betrayal.
How could it be? Natalie had called her moments ago "...her assassin just paid me a visit." she'd said. Did that mean she was still alive? Or... could the assassin have caught up with her?
It was unbelievable. Sure, the Angels had risked death many times... it was in the job description, for God's sakes! But it was almost impossible to think of Natalie and Alex as dead, dead and cold. They were so alive, so independant.
Dylan blinked. She barely heard Vivian and Knox as they gloated over their evil plot, barely heard her own answers. It wasn't important to listen, only to think.
A cold feeling was growing somewhere inside her. Even with her high-risk job, even with the many times she had just barely escaped death, her situation had never seemed so hopeless. She was unarmed, with no way of contacting the other Angels... if they weren't dead already.
It was important, in her line of work, to never let your emotions show to the enemy. The slightest twitch and they'd have you cornered and vulnerable. Anyone looking Dylan straight in the face, as Eric Knox and Vivian Wood were doing, would have thought she was only slightly fazed. Impatient, even. So calm. So collected.
In truth, blind, terrified thoughts were chasing each other haphazardly through her head. She couldn't help remembering what Natalie had said, the morning they'd just taken on the assignment. They'd been sitting, comfortable and assured, eager to take on the new case, listening to Charlie explain the situation. "Oh, she did it," Natalie had said, laughing. Right in one! Well, thought Dylan cynically, no one can say we aren't professionals.
Scowling at Knox, she took a step back. Then another. Dylan had to think what to do. Her life depended on it!
There had to be some way out of this. She just had to think. Think carefully, she told herself. If only Alex and Natalie were there. When they fought, they fought and won. The Angels were like a well-oiled machine, working swiftly and defeating the enemy. Not that Dylan wasn't good in a fight alone. Her amazing martial arts skills had proved invaluable time and time again. They had been most of the reason Charlie had hired her.
She couldn't stand the thought of death. The words Dylan and death were like the words, 'cat' and 'mouse' or 'back of my head' and 'brick wall'. When used together, they had disastrous consequences.
Alex. Perhaps Alex was still filming? Still... alive? Dylan knew, somehow, that she had finished the day's filming ages ago. And Vivian Wood didn't seem like the sort of person who left loose ends hanging.
Natalie. It was likely she had escaped. After all, this wasn't the first time the Angels' enemies had arranged for assassins to attempt to kill them. Natalie was a smart woman, she knew how to protect herself. But... caught completely off guard, with no weapons- and yet the Charlie's Angels were trained in many forms of unarmed combat. But it was really safer, with a professional killer... could she be dead? Was it possible that she could be alive?
What if they were dead? She really considered this. What an ending to their adventures. By keeping cool heads and using flawless teamwork they had escaped practically every awful fate imaginable- and then they just, well, died. THIS WASN'T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO END!
Knox regarded her, scratching his temple with the gun. "They say," he said. "that in death, all life's questions are answered. He laughed softly. "Will you let me know?" And then he pulled the trigger.
It was unbelievable. Sure, the Angels had risked death many times... it was in the job description, for God's sakes! But it was almost impossible to think of Natalie and Alex as dead, dead and cold. They were so alive, so independant.
Dylan blinked. She barely heard Vivian and Knox as they gloated over their evil plot, barely heard her own answers. It wasn't important to listen, only to think.
A cold feeling was growing somewhere inside her. Even with her high-risk job, even with the many times she had just barely escaped death, her situation had never seemed so hopeless. She was unarmed, with no way of contacting the other Angels... if they weren't dead already.
It was important, in her line of work, to never let your emotions show to the enemy. The slightest twitch and they'd have you cornered and vulnerable. Anyone looking Dylan straight in the face, as Eric Knox and Vivian Wood were doing, would have thought she was only slightly fazed. Impatient, even. So calm. So collected.
In truth, blind, terrified thoughts were chasing each other haphazardly through her head. She couldn't help remembering what Natalie had said, the morning they'd just taken on the assignment. They'd been sitting, comfortable and assured, eager to take on the new case, listening to Charlie explain the situation. "Oh, she did it," Natalie had said, laughing. Right in one! Well, thought Dylan cynically, no one can say we aren't professionals.
Scowling at Knox, she took a step back. Then another. Dylan had to think what to do. Her life depended on it!
There had to be some way out of this. She just had to think. Think carefully, she told herself. If only Alex and Natalie were there. When they fought, they fought and won. The Angels were like a well-oiled machine, working swiftly and defeating the enemy. Not that Dylan wasn't good in a fight alone. Her amazing martial arts skills had proved invaluable time and time again. They had been most of the reason Charlie had hired her.
She couldn't stand the thought of death. The words Dylan and death were like the words, 'cat' and 'mouse' or 'back of my head' and 'brick wall'. When used together, they had disastrous consequences.
Alex. Perhaps Alex was still filming? Still... alive? Dylan knew, somehow, that she had finished the day's filming ages ago. And Vivian Wood didn't seem like the sort of person who left loose ends hanging.
Natalie. It was likely she had escaped. After all, this wasn't the first time the Angels' enemies had arranged for assassins to attempt to kill them. Natalie was a smart woman, she knew how to protect herself. But... caught completely off guard, with no weapons- and yet the Charlie's Angels were trained in many forms of unarmed combat. But it was really safer, with a professional killer... could she be dead? Was it possible that she could be alive?
What if they were dead? She really considered this. What an ending to their adventures. By keeping cool heads and using flawless teamwork they had escaped practically every awful fate imaginable- and then they just, well, died. THIS WASN'T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO END!
Knox regarded her, scratching his temple with the gun. "They say," he said. "that in death, all life's questions are answered. He laughed softly. "Will you let me know?" And then he pulled the trigger.