Story Time From Daytona
Who: Johann and Alex
What: Their first meeting
When: Almost three years before the current plot
Where: London
Warnings: Awesomeness
Once he knew that Alex had closed the door and was safe inside the soundproof Mercedes, Walter rounded the car and tapped on the window of the driver's seat. The tinted window rolled down slowly, revealing a blonde-haired man in dark sunglasses. He stared up at Walter, his face stoic. Walter replied with a frown. "What's the matter?" he asked. The young man's face remained emotionless. Walter seemed to know what he was thinking. "If Morrissey can't give me a raise, certainly a 'driver' won't get one." The young man sighed through his nose before noticing Walter's somber demeanor now. "But despite your upbringing, take good care of her." The man stared at him before nodding. The window rolled up again, Walter taking a step back from the car. Its tires screeched as it took off. Walter waved after it, knowing that, despite the heavily tinted windows, Alex was waving frantically at him.
Alex turned back around once they went around the corner. Walter hadn't told her where she was being relocated to. She fidgeted in her seat, looking around. The Mercedes was the standard issue for all drivers of the agency. Walter's was the only custom-made car and he deserved it. Alex hadn't been given a plane ticket so she guessed her ride would be relatively short, probably in the other three sections of the United Kingdom or just across the Channel into France. A smile came to her face. To live in Paris; she just had to know. Leaning forward, Alex spoke to her driver. "Do you happen to know where I'm being relocated, driver?" she asked kindly. He didn't reply. Alex frowned. She highly doubted they would give her a deaf driver. "If you do know," she continued, "could you please tell me?" His face remained stoic from what she could see through the rearview mirror. She sighed and sat back, her seatbelt locking her to her seat.
He thanked any form of higher authority when she shut her mouth. He certainly didn't want to take this long drive from London to Berlin and he certainly didn't want her mouth going on and on during the entire ride. The wallet that sat beside the young man had a driver's license within its folds of Italian leather. The name read "Johann Wolfgang Krause". His height was 1.82 meters and his weight was 75 kilograms. That translated to 6' 2'' and 165 pounds in standard measurement. A pure German, Johann had wavy blonde hair and electric blue eyes. His skin was pale to a fault. His dressing habits drew in women from the precocious age of sixteen to the cougars of the mid-50s. "Could you put on some music, please?" she asked. Johann gritted his teeth slightly before he figured that music was better than conversation. Letting his knee control the steering wheel for a bit, Johann flipped through the CD collection that Walter had given him with her favorite music. He grabbed one of the indie bands she liked and slipped it into the CD player. Johann glanced at her through the rearview mirror and saw her relaxed, looking outside the window as they passed the tall buildings of London.
The Mercedes turned down a side street innocently; Johann knew a shortcut to the Chunnel. He drove to the intersection when, suddenly, two black cars came and blocked his passage. He stepped on the brake hard, so as to avoid an accident. Johann heard a slight "umph" as the girl was thrown back into her seat as the car stopped. Before Johann could react, men jumped out of one car, brandishing weapons. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice slightly panicked. She released her seatbelt to get a better look. "Don't unlock ze door," he said sternly. Her hand grasped the door handle tightly as she looked at him. As the men from the first car surrounded Johann and the fraulein, another group stepped from the second car. Johann grinned slightly when he saw an older man exit last. "Vell," he said shortly. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "Just play along, fraulein," he said.
The older man walked over to the Mercedes and spoke to another man. This other man nodded and pointed his gun at Johann, although the windows were tinted. "Come out of there!" he shouted, his accent thick. Johann brought his hand down slowly and unlocked the doors. Immediately, the dormant men grabbed the door handles and wrenched them open. The man at Johann's door grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. Johann didn't hesitate although the girl was fighting them off. "Let me go!" she shouted as she tried to kick them. One grabbed her from behind and carried her over to Johann's side of the car. He noticed a few of their faces blanched when they saw him standing straight. Johann said nothing, not wanting to give his identity away. When they finally put the girl on her feet again, she struggled a bit more. Johann clandestinely shot her a look that reminded her of what he said in the car. She pushed the men away before fixing her shirt.
"Agent Feliciano," the older man said as he walked up to them. "Fancy meeting you here." She glared at him. "A coincedence I'm sure, Mr. Smith," she snapped back. Robert chuckled. "Now, where are you going? Your driver seems to be in a bit of a rush." He looked at Johann. His sunglasses had been removed, his blue eyes staring blankly at Robert. "You should know," she replied. "Why would you stop us on a side street?" Robert looked slightly annoyed. "To make a long story short, love," he began, scratching his nose, "we're here to kill you, thanks to the raid on your house that turned up nothing." "What were you looking for?" she asked. Robert did not reply, but merely gestured to her. A few men stepped forward, pointing their guns at her. It happened too fast for her to react, but Johann withdrew his gun in that instant and shot the men in front of them. They slumped to the ground and the others stirred in hysteria. Johann took something out of his breast pocket. "Cover your eyes!" he shouted to Alex before dropping the object. As soon as she did, a flash of light came from the bomb, temporarily blinding Robert and Interpol. Alex clamored into the front of the car as Johann pushed in behind her. The bright light subsided, leaving the men staggering and cursing. Johann put the car into reverse and went back up the street. Alex could feel the car roll over a few men, but thought nothing of it as her adrenaline rushed through her body.
The tires of the Mercedes whined as Johann sped down many other small streets, hoping to lose them in time. Alex held on tightly to her seat as best as she could as she was thrashed about due to Johann's erratic driving. He finally pulled onto a main road. Cars stopped with a screech and other Britons honked their horns and shouted obscenities at the duo. Johann lightened his foot on the gas, thinking that they were safe enough, when a car suddenly hit them from behind. The German glanced into the rearview mirror and saw one of the Interpol-issued cars right on his ass. He cursed loudly as it rear-ended his car again. "I just got zhis vaxed!" he shouted. The car continued to hit him from behind. "At least pull my hair," Johann grumbled. He then put the car on cruise control. "Miss, I'm going to need you to take a hold of the steering vheel for avhile." Alex looked a bit shocked, but then nodded. She climbed over Johann's lap as he moved to her previous spot. As she steered her best through the traffic, she watched Johann take a gun from the glove compartment. She noticed it wasn't like any other glove compartment; it looked like a small armory. After loading a new magazine in, Johann rolled open the sunroof open. He then kneeled inside the car as he stuck his upper body through the window. Alex then heard gun shots go off. Johann tried to do his best to get the wheels of the car, but it swerved back and forth to make his shot bad. "I don't zhink so," he muttered.
Johann ducked back inside. "Miss, I'll need you to swerve in ze directions I indicate to you," he said to her. Distrust was in her eyes; she had had Walter as her driver for years, not a crazy Kraut. But she nodded. Johann stuck his body outside of the sunroof again, cocking his gun. The enemy car swerved to the right. "Right!" Johann felt the car pull to the right and he fired his gun. The wheel popped loudly. He grinned as the car stayed in one place, feeling ambushed. Johann shot the other wheel. This caused the car to lose control completely, crashing into its fellow car that followed not too far behind. Johann reveled in the mayhem as the fraulein took them further and further from the accident. But he knew this was dangerous so he sat back inside the car.
He nonchalantly disassembled his gun and put it back into the glove compartment. "It's a beautiful day," he said, "so let's keep zhis open." He could hear her panting and saw her lick her lips. Johann frowned. "Stop ze car, miss." She quickly obliged and pulled over to the side of an empty road. Johann got out of the passenger side and moved to the driver's. By the time he opened the door, she had already scooted to the other side of the car. Her seatbelt was tight around her. Johann resumed his role as driver as if nothing had happened. Changing the license plate, Johann took off again towards Berlin. This was going to be an interesting assignment.
What: Their first meeting
When: Almost three years before the current plot
Where: London
Warnings: Awesomeness
Once he knew that Alex had closed the door and was safe inside the soundproof Mercedes, Walter rounded the car and tapped on the window of the driver's seat. The tinted window rolled down slowly, revealing a blonde-haired man in dark sunglasses. He stared up at Walter, his face stoic. Walter replied with a frown. "What's the matter?" he asked. The young man's face remained emotionless. Walter seemed to know what he was thinking. "If Morrissey can't give me a raise, certainly a 'driver' won't get one." The young man sighed through his nose before noticing Walter's somber demeanor now. "But despite your upbringing, take good care of her." The man stared at him before nodding. The window rolled up again, Walter taking a step back from the car. Its tires screeched as it took off. Walter waved after it, knowing that, despite the heavily tinted windows, Alex was waving frantically at him.
Alex turned back around once they went around the corner. Walter hadn't told her where she was being relocated to. She fidgeted in her seat, looking around. The Mercedes was the standard issue for all drivers of the agency. Walter's was the only custom-made car and he deserved it. Alex hadn't been given a plane ticket so she guessed her ride would be relatively short, probably in the other three sections of the United Kingdom or just across the Channel into France. A smile came to her face. To live in Paris; she just had to know. Leaning forward, Alex spoke to her driver. "Do you happen to know where I'm being relocated, driver?" she asked kindly. He didn't reply. Alex frowned. She highly doubted they would give her a deaf driver. "If you do know," she continued, "could you please tell me?" His face remained stoic from what she could see through the rearview mirror. She sighed and sat back, her seatbelt locking her to her seat.
He thanked any form of higher authority when she shut her mouth. He certainly didn't want to take this long drive from London to Berlin and he certainly didn't want her mouth going on and on during the entire ride. The wallet that sat beside the young man had a driver's license within its folds of Italian leather. The name read "Johann Wolfgang Krause". His height was 1.82 meters and his weight was 75 kilograms. That translated to 6' 2'' and 165 pounds in standard measurement. A pure German, Johann had wavy blonde hair and electric blue eyes. His skin was pale to a fault. His dressing habits drew in women from the precocious age of sixteen to the cougars of the mid-50s. "Could you put on some music, please?" she asked. Johann gritted his teeth slightly before he figured that music was better than conversation. Letting his knee control the steering wheel for a bit, Johann flipped through the CD collection that Walter had given him with her favorite music. He grabbed one of the indie bands she liked and slipped it into the CD player. Johann glanced at her through the rearview mirror and saw her relaxed, looking outside the window as they passed the tall buildings of London.
The Mercedes turned down a side street innocently; Johann knew a shortcut to the Chunnel. He drove to the intersection when, suddenly, two black cars came and blocked his passage. He stepped on the brake hard, so as to avoid an accident. Johann heard a slight "umph" as the girl was thrown back into her seat as the car stopped. Before Johann could react, men jumped out of one car, brandishing weapons. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice slightly panicked. She released her seatbelt to get a better look. "Don't unlock ze door," he said sternly. Her hand grasped the door handle tightly as she looked at him. As the men from the first car surrounded Johann and the fraulein, another group stepped from the second car. Johann grinned slightly when he saw an older man exit last. "Vell," he said shortly. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "Just play along, fraulein," he said.
The older man walked over to the Mercedes and spoke to another man. This other man nodded and pointed his gun at Johann, although the windows were tinted. "Come out of there!" he shouted, his accent thick. Johann brought his hand down slowly and unlocked the doors. Immediately, the dormant men grabbed the door handles and wrenched them open. The man at Johann's door grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. Johann didn't hesitate although the girl was fighting them off. "Let me go!" she shouted as she tried to kick them. One grabbed her from behind and carried her over to Johann's side of the car. He noticed a few of their faces blanched when they saw him standing straight. Johann said nothing, not wanting to give his identity away. When they finally put the girl on her feet again, she struggled a bit more. Johann clandestinely shot her a look that reminded her of what he said in the car. She pushed the men away before fixing her shirt.
"Agent Feliciano," the older man said as he walked up to them. "Fancy meeting you here." She glared at him. "A coincedence I'm sure, Mr. Smith," she snapped back. Robert chuckled. "Now, where are you going? Your driver seems to be in a bit of a rush." He looked at Johann. His sunglasses had been removed, his blue eyes staring blankly at Robert. "You should know," she replied. "Why would you stop us on a side street?" Robert looked slightly annoyed. "To make a long story short, love," he began, scratching his nose, "we're here to kill you, thanks to the raid on your house that turned up nothing." "What were you looking for?" she asked. Robert did not reply, but merely gestured to her. A few men stepped forward, pointing their guns at her. It happened too fast for her to react, but Johann withdrew his gun in that instant and shot the men in front of them. They slumped to the ground and the others stirred in hysteria. Johann took something out of his breast pocket. "Cover your eyes!" he shouted to Alex before dropping the object. As soon as she did, a flash of light came from the bomb, temporarily blinding Robert and Interpol. Alex clamored into the front of the car as Johann pushed in behind her. The bright light subsided, leaving the men staggering and cursing. Johann put the car into reverse and went back up the street. Alex could feel the car roll over a few men, but thought nothing of it as her adrenaline rushed through her body.
The tires of the Mercedes whined as Johann sped down many other small streets, hoping to lose them in time. Alex held on tightly to her seat as best as she could as she was thrashed about due to Johann's erratic driving. He finally pulled onto a main road. Cars stopped with a screech and other Britons honked their horns and shouted obscenities at the duo. Johann lightened his foot on the gas, thinking that they were safe enough, when a car suddenly hit them from behind. The German glanced into the rearview mirror and saw one of the Interpol-issued cars right on his ass. He cursed loudly as it rear-ended his car again. "I just got zhis vaxed!" he shouted. The car continued to hit him from behind. "At least pull my hair," Johann grumbled. He then put the car on cruise control. "Miss, I'm going to need you to take a hold of the steering vheel for avhile." Alex looked a bit shocked, but then nodded. She climbed over Johann's lap as he moved to her previous spot. As she steered her best through the traffic, she watched Johann take a gun from the glove compartment. She noticed it wasn't like any other glove compartment; it looked like a small armory. After loading a new magazine in, Johann rolled open the sunroof open. He then kneeled inside the car as he stuck his upper body through the window. Alex then heard gun shots go off. Johann tried to do his best to get the wheels of the car, but it swerved back and forth to make his shot bad. "I don't zhink so," he muttered.
Johann ducked back inside. "Miss, I'll need you to swerve in ze directions I indicate to you," he said to her. Distrust was in her eyes; she had had Walter as her driver for years, not a crazy Kraut. But she nodded. Johann stuck his body outside of the sunroof again, cocking his gun. The enemy car swerved to the right. "Right!" Johann felt the car pull to the right and he fired his gun. The wheel popped loudly. He grinned as the car stayed in one place, feeling ambushed. Johann shot the other wheel. This caused the car to lose control completely, crashing into its fellow car that followed not too far behind. Johann reveled in the mayhem as the fraulein took them further and further from the accident. But he knew this was dangerous so he sat back inside the car.
He nonchalantly disassembled his gun and put it back into the glove compartment. "It's a beautiful day," he said, "so let's keep zhis open." He could hear her panting and saw her lick her lips. Johann frowned. "Stop ze car, miss." She quickly obliged and pulled over to the side of an empty road. Johann got out of the passenger side and moved to the driver's. By the time he opened the door, she had already scooted to the other side of the car. Her seatbelt was tight around her. Johann resumed his role as driver as if nothing had happened. Changing the license plate, Johann took off again towards Berlin. This was going to be an interesting assignment.