"What is it this time?"
"We've caught two other spies, but not the girl that you wanted. What will you have us do with them?"
The man spent some time writing, then handed a paper to the reporter, saying, "Pry their intelligence away from their weak hands."
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“I’m not telling you anything,” Rebecca spat at her captor. Her voice was so acidic it seemed to melt his brains.
Rebecca had been through this before. She was completely tired of being captured and tormented for no apparent reason. They never got what they wanted, so why even try? She glanced over at Xarissa. That was stupid of them, to put them in the same room. They could keep a closer watch on them if they were separated.
The man looked at her blankly for a second, then his face changed back to that all-business stare. “We will get the information out of you one way or another.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes so big that her head rolled with it. “Oh my gosh. That again? Does everyone say that?” This interrogation seemed to drone on, and she was starting to get bored.
“There is no escape.”
Rebecca grimaced. “Could you just try to be different from all of the other interrogators for once? I’ll say please.”
“The only mercy for you can come from answers,” the man said.
Rebecca’s head fell back in exasperation. This was so stupid! Why did the plane have to run out of gas just then? She lifted her head and looked into the eyes of her captor. “Fine. I’ll play your silly game, but only for a little while. This is almost nauseating.”
The man smiled. “First, tell me where you came from.”
“No!” Xarissa cried, trying to stop Rebecca. She lost balance and her chair fell over.
“Shut up!” the man screamed. He glared at Xarissa and looked back at Rebecca. “Who are you?”
“First, be a dear and let my friend up. That can’t be comfortable.”
The man’s face reddened. “Not until I start getting answers!”
Rebecca rolled her eyes again. “All right, big fella. No need to get your panties in a wad. My name is Charlie. Charlie Meddik. I came from my mommy’s stomach, like most of us do. I’m not sure about you, though. I don’t know if you learned this while living under your rock,” she said bitterly, giving him a fiery glare, “but it’s not nice to leave a lady on the floor.” She kicked him in the crotch and he fell over, grunting in agony. She stood, picking up her chair and walked over the Xarissa. She slipped a shank out of the side of her pants and, ignoring Xarissa’s surprised look, began to cut the tape off of her friend. Xarissa stood and began to rip the tape off of Rebecca’s chair.
The man stood awkwardly, then started moving quickly towards them. Rebecca spun around hitting him with the chair. He fell again, and Xarissa was finally able to get the rest of the tape off. Rebecca stepped out, stretched her arms, and walked up to the man. “I’ll do the same for you that you did for my friend,” she said. She kicked him in the gut and ripped the keys off of the back of his pants. “Leave the lady on the floor.”
She opened the door, and they stepped through.
"That was really easy." Xarissa panted as they were running through a forest.
"Tell me about it! But why would they ask us where we were from? HIA is a known group, just not the location,” Rebecca commented.
"Let's rest here for a second." Xarissa said, having observed the area to be a safe place.
"Ok."
They stood there for a few seconds, catching their breath, then ran off at a sprint again.
"Where do you think we are?" Rebecca asked.
Xarissa looked around a bit, then offered her suggestions.
"Well, we might be in the Northeast, the Northwest, especially the Washington or Montana area, or the mountains of Utah. The plane ran out of gas around Utah, so we're probably in Utah."
"That's not too far from Arizona" Rebecca noticed. Xarissa stared at her. When Rebecca had noticed how blonde she had just been, she face-palmed herself.
“You okay?” Xarissa questioned. Rebecca hadn’t had a blonde moment for quite some time. Usually when that happened it meant Rebecca wasn’t feeling right.
"Which area of Utah?" Rebecca asked, ignoring her question.
Xarissa shook her head. Even if Rebecca was feeling out of it, she wouldn’t let it stop her. "That would be impossible to say just by the mountains or the forests. We need to get to civilization." Xarissa had just finished her sentence when both of the girls were blinded by a white object.
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Laura had been traveling for about 3 hours when she finally reached Montenegro. She exchanged some cash that she had from various countries around the area and bought some different clothes. Now all she needed to do was to find the informant. She looked around for a while, then found the house in one of the large cities. She was walking towards it when she noticed some men were stalking her.
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"She made it to Montenegro?!"
"Sir, we have some men tracking her as we speak! Please, sir, have mercy!"
The man stared at his servant, took out his gun and shot his servant in his heart without even taking the time to aim.
"Maybe his son will be of more use to me." The man thought. "Yes, he's young and full of ambition. He will serve me faithfully."
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Jace was sitting in the corner of the room, his head in between his knees. How had he failed? It was going so good before all the crazy stuff started happening. He knew that an HIA operative was working at his school, but he didn’t know who it was. He wished it hadn’t been Laura. She was such a nice girl.
Now she was surely dead. He didn’t care much for the others, the one he had shot. It was because he was supposed to shoot Laura down. Not kill her, just shoot her. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, and so he shot the slower blonde one. He remembered them leaping into the water, Laura falling haphazardly into the water. He ran to the operations system to see what was going on and heard them say something about a submarine in the water. From what they heard, the information had been kept a secret up until then, and they couldn’t have Laura sharing their plans to the world. They had turned on the guns. They had shot into the water.
Niko never missed. He was the chief mechanic and weapons specialist. There was no way he couldn’t have hit his target.
Laura was dead.
And he’d heard that she didn’t even have the information in the first place. Life had a way of slapping him in the face like that. Like it was doing now.
The door opened and he lifted his head. “Stand,” the man commanded.
Jace scrambled to his feet. “Sir.”
“Your father is dead.”
Jace looked away. It wasn’t the fact that his father was dead that bothered him. It was what he had done. He had been part of this whole scheme, a main asset in the group. He was the one that killed Laura, not Jace. Now Jace could see how wrong this whole thing really was. He never wanted to be a terrorist--his father forced him. Now that his father was dead, he might have a second chance.
“I understand,” he said bravely, almost nonchalantly.
Chrys Ghoad smiled. Maybe this boy would prove to be better than what he’d heard. “Welcome to the team,” he announced.
“Sir.” As Ghoad walked off, Jace glared at his back. He had to stop that man from getting what he wanted, any way possible.
"Are you coming for your briefing?" The man asked.
"Yes sir!" Jace replied, waking up from his deep thoughts. The man led Jace into a dark room.
"Your father has failed me in stopping one of the agents from reaching Montenegro. Your mission is to track her down and make sure that she doesn't find the prisoners. Do what you have to do."
"Yes sir."
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