Taken

Zoey (Chapter 16)

The next morning I woke up at four to get ready.  The night before some agents had brought me new clothes and make-up and I had it all packed up and ready to go.

I walked as discretely as I could toward the door with my fake badge ready.  I was about to scan it when I saw the agent who had given it to me on a computer closest to the exit.  I knew I shouldn’t stop, but curiosity took over.  I walked over and tapped her on her shoulder.

“Why are you helping me?”  I didn’t realize I had said it suspiciously, I had meant it to come out as an honest question, but apparently the part of my mind that tells my mouth what to do was thinking its own thoughts.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye.  “Get out of here before they find out.”

“I just want to know.”

She spun her chair to look at me.  “I’m helping you because after your mom was killed I was your dad’s partner.  He told me about you right before he left to go on this mission.  He said he felt that he knew me well enough that he could tell me anything, and he had nothing but good things to say about you.  He checked up on you from time to time, obviously making sure that his brother was doing his job right.  He wanted you to be like the rest of your family; an agent here.  I know he would want you to be in on his search and rescue.”

I let that information sink in.  For some reason it wasn’t adding up to me, but she would have no reason to lie.  It was interesting to think that my dad had actually kept tabs on me.  I wish he had given me some sort of signal though, like “hey those aren’t your real parents, I am!”

I decided to continue asking questions though because, like I said, something wasn’t adding up.  “But isn’t it illegal to let a non-agent in on a potential terrorist case, or any case for that matter?”

“I wouldn’t let you in on this case if I thought you couldn’t handle yourself, but I know you can.  Its’ in your blood; you’re an Allen.  Now go before we get caught.”

I stared at her not believing she was risking this much just to help someone she didn’t know.  But I decided to take the opportunity.

“Thank you.”  She smiled at me, mouthed “good luck”, then turned back to her computer and continued whatever she had been doing before.

I scanned the badge on the door and prayed it would work.  It seemed to take an eternity, but the light finally went from red to green and the door opened.  I was free!

I walked outside and saw that there were two taxis lined up ready for someone to hop in.  I also saw the Troops.

“Oh damn!”  I looked around for something to hide behind, but couldn’t find anything.  Plane B; act as natural as I could.  They were loading into the first taxi, so I calmly walked up to the second one, but my bag in, and then dove in so they wouldn’t see me.

“Follow that taxi!”  I told my driver as the Troops took off.  The driver must have been looking for excitement because he was right on their tail as if we were chasing them.

“Um, ok could you lay off a little bit?  I just need to get to their destination; I don’t need to catch them.” Although he seemed reluctant, the driver slowed down and from there until the airport, we followed them at a safe distance. 

During the drive, I said prayers asking that I wouldn’t get caught.  I had booked the same plane as the Troops because I had no idea where exactly they were going, so I was just going to follow them and hope for the best.  I was smart enough though to reserve a seat in the back of the plane since I saw that their seats were in the front.

When we got there, I followed them through security and out to the plane.  It was only there that I realized that they were going to get on the plane first, so they would see me when I walked past them to get to my seat!

Crap!  I thought of possible distractions I could cause when I remembered; I was wearing a hoodie.  Saved by a jacket!

I slipped the hood over my head and waited to walk onto the plane.  I made sure the person who was standing by the door of the saw my face and smiled at him that way he wouldn’t think I was trying to literally sneak on the plane.

I looked down the aisle and saw the Troops in their seats trying to get situated.  Now was the real test.  I walked by them with my head lowered, only to bump into someone walking my direction right next to the Troops seats!  My hood slipped off my head from the impact, but I put it back on quickly.  I apologized to the man I bumped into and continued to my seat in the back.  I sat down, but I decided to wait five minutes to take off my hood just in case.  I leaned back in my not so comfy chair and smiled to myself.  Yeah, I’ve got mad skills.

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The picture is of Nicola Peltz, who I think shares similarities with how I imagined Zoey. Let me know what you guys think!

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~Emily~