Chapter 19
“Oh god! Do you even have a license?” Thomas yelled as 73 sped the car trough another yellow light.
“I thought I asked you to wear your seatbelt Mr. Thomas. “ The agent was oblivious to the fact that they were probably the fastest thing on land at that point. She sat there cool calm and composed, watching the road with little interest. Next to her, 26 seemed just as calm. The girl didn’t even bat an eyelid when they nearly smashed into a truck carrying slabs of granite. She spared a cold glance for the men, then continued to watch the road in front of her.
“It would really help if we got there alive.” Aj said, his voice shaking. He wasn’t alone in his fear. The men were all white as ghosts, (except for Nick and Brian who showed hints of green,) and were doing their best not to scream. It was a really bad.
“You will.” The agent's voice chilled the air in the car, or was it the air-conditioning…
The men screamed when they headed into a building. There was silence as they realized 73 had just parked the car.
“I don’t care what you say,that” Kevin yelled pointing at 73, “ is a child with a fake license.”
73 shook her head, “No Mr. Richardson, I’m a child with a gun, access to all the worlds information data bases, top secret military hardware, and exceptional training. I’m very dangerous.”
In his anger Kevin managed to not notice the ice in her voice. “Hell you’re dangerous! We all just saw why!”
The men were quickly rounded up by Thomas and into the building. 73 was about to follow when 26 stopped her. “We can’t be with them in front of the media. The Si wants it kept down.”
”What if they’re attacked in there?” 73 demanded.
“They have their steroid dependent body guards with them.” 27 replied bitterly.
“I’m guessing we’re not too popular then?”
26 nodded her head with what could only be called venom. “They don’t even obey me till I put a gun to their head. They nearly got them selves killed a few times.”
“idiots.” 73 muttered under her breath, just then she had an idea.
”73 get that look off your face…I don’t like that look on anyone least off all you.”
“I know what I’m doing.” 73 replied un convincingly.
26 covered her eyes mournfully.
“What’s my excuse for not going to school the past few days?”
26’s neck almost snapped, she hadn’t thought about that. “I think you got hit by a bus or something.” She said with a straight face, her voice lacking any humour.
73 looked back at her unamused. “Tell them we have to drop school.” She said. “We won’t be able to handle them if they think we’re still at school.”
“You arrange it your self.”
“Fine!” 73 muttered pulling her phone out and mimicking 26.
At quarter to 12 the men made their appearance.
Since 73 was still on the phone arranging their freedom from school, 26 took the wheel.
There were more that a few relieved mutters.
“What are we going to do now?” Howie asked leaning forward in his seat.
“Get back in your seat and do wear your seat belt. “ 26 snapped at him. The man winced visibly and obeyed.
“…That’s fin, tell them we’re going to another school…what?…Of course I’ll arrange it!” 73 was hard at work—with her phone, the men knew it. As though there had been a silent agreement they set out to make as much noise as possible, by singing. The two agents winced visibly as they began.
“Could you please speak up sir? Oh no everything is under control.” 73 raised her voice in an attempt to drown the men out, “Of course sir…”
A moment later Nick found himself faced with a gun. It was pointed right between his eyes. He had a horrible vision of the agent pulling the trigger, and everything ending. Cold sweat broke out o his forehead. He wanted to lick his lips but he couldn’t…
“Now that’s better isn’t it?” She asked him in a hushed whisper that seemed to rock the world. The silence in the car was dead and fear. Without moving her gun 73 continued to speak. “Yes Sir, everything is under control. Yes I’ll have a look trough them myself…Thankyou sir.” She hung up, folding her phone away with one hand, while the other still held the gun. She studied Nick carefully. “Don’t you dare ever cross me again, Carter, unless you want to know how it feels to have bullets for breakfast, whit out living long enough to write a book about it.”
Nick was mute under the cold gaze.
“Answer me! Do you understand?” She yelled making the men jump. 26 actually seemed to be enjoying herself.
“Ye-ye-s.” Nick almost chocked on the word. Only when the girl moved the gun away did he realize he had been holding his breath. He caught Kevin sending a furious gaze, which caught the girls back. Some how he was sure she knew about it.
Bouncing down the corridors of the UNSI, one little C-block had the miss fortune of being seen by 73.
“Are you a soldier or a circus freak show act?” The girl ran for her life. Sighing, 73 continued towards Felin’s office. Maybe it was the depressing colours, or the smell of blood, but 73 suddenly wanted to get out. Holding her breath and trying hard not to breathe too often, 73 identified herself and pushed the door open.
“You usually wait to be allowed in agent.” Felin was reading a bunch of papers, and hadn’t even looked at 73 when she had walked in. She saluted without replying. She had no desire to end up in isolation again.
“At ease.” Felin opened his draw and pulled out a folder, “Read it, and speak to James about it. I want this matter settled by morning. “
“Yes Sir.”
“and how is your mission going?” There was more than a hint of amusement in his voice. He’d gotten his way in the end; he wanted 73 to see it.
Ignoring the burning rage in her, 73 chilled her voice. “As well as can be expected.” She wasn’t really going to tell him that she had nearly killed one of them.
“Good, dismissed.”
73 saluted again and walked out of the room, resisting the temptation to slam the door. She skimmed trough the folder he had handed her. Every thing seemed in order. Whose had suggested that she should go to school anyway? She bitterly visualised the heads of the UNSI passing judgment on her. Well, she had just had her freedom approved of by the same people.
”Handle these will you James? Felin wants them settled by morning.” She said dropping the file on top of his already packed desk. As she walked away she heard him muttering. What he had said, she wasn’t sure, and didn’t really care.
“nick, buddy, you’re kinda quiet tonight.” Aj said slapping him on the back.
“Don’t do that man, you made me swallow my gum.” Nick snapped.
“Leave him alone Aj, he’s in shock.” Brian said sitting down on the sofa.
It was 11 pm. Another day they had nearly survived trough. With 73 not there, they likely would.
“Where’s Kev? And Thomas?” Nick asked looking around.
“In bed, they were a little tired.” 26 supplied, walking out from the kitchen and sitting behind her computer.
Aj grinned, “More pizza for me then,” He reached for the phone.
“Don’t bother.” 26 said from her seat, “I’ve already ordered.”
“How?”
“The internet Mr McLean, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
Brian laughed then. Aj turned to snap at him when he realized Brian had been laughing at something on the television.
Walking into the liquor store, 73 felt the shopkeeper’s eyes following her. He probably thought that she was under age, and she was, but her ID card told a different story. She took a 24 pack of beer, and walked back to the counter. The shopkeeper studied her, “Any ID?” 73 flashed her card at him. “21? Don’t look 21 to me. Got anything else?”
“Library card, credit card, Uni library card…”
“That’s enough, anything else?” The shopkeeper seemed to loose interest in her as a group of university students came into line behind her. “How will you be paying for that?”
73 handed him a credit card. She kept a tight grip on her anger. She was running out of patience, fast, and it wouldn’t be any good if the shopkeeper’s brain ended up all over the counter.
“Having a party?” 73 looked at the man next to her. It was on of the uni students.
“you could say that.” She replied smiling forcefully.
He ran a hand trough his spiked hair. He must have used a whole tub of hair gel. “Can we join you?”
GO TO HELL! “It’s only a small party, for friends.” The shopkeeper returned her card and asked her to sign.
“Let me help you with that.” He offered.
“No thanks, I’m fine.” To kill or not to kill…
“You sure?” The guy had followed her to her car.
“Yes I am sure. What is your problem?” She snapped. She opened the back door and pushed the beers in. Only when she slammed the door shut did she notice the men’s friends behind him.
Trouble…
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