Taylor.

Chapter 10

Taylor

"Okay, you guys are pulling up at the safe spot now. His guards can't track him there and Division agents can get there in seconds if there's any trouble," Birkhoff says, as the car comes to a fast halt. Prince gets out, carrying Elenor with him. "Where do I put him?" He asks. I watch Roan get out and grab a chair from the back of the car. "Is that...-" I ask. "Yes." He replies blankly. Well... I'm guessing he's a reader. "I am," Roan says, placing the chair down. I shiver as Micheal takes Elenor from Prince ans straps him up. "Wait," I say walking up to him. "Before you... You know..." I say, clearing my throat quietly. "Let's see if we can get it out of him a less... violent way? Please," I ask. "We don't have time," Micheal says, punching Elenor dead smack in the face, sending his head back in pain. "If you don't tell us right now, I'll fry your brains out," He says, with a sinister grin. Elenor spits blood in his face and scoffs. "Never."

I look at Princeton who was facing the other direction in disgust, then back at Micheal. "Micheal," I say pulling his shoulder toward me. "Let me try. Please? If I don't succeed then you and Roan get to do whatever you want to him. Give me five minutes. Just five minutes," I ask with pleading eyes. He sat there, staring at me for about twenty seconds before he sighs and smacks his hands on the arm rests. "Five minutes," He says standing up and walking away, next to Roan. I let out a breath and lean down to his level. "Elenor, I don't want to hurt you. The black box you have is very dangerous and can cause a lot of pain and suffering through out the world if the Intel in it is shown. Do you want that?" I ask softly. "Percy doesn't need it either! Who knows what that man'll do with it. At least it'll be used for good if it's with me," He chokes out. I watch him spit up blood for about ten seconds before continuing. "I'm sorry about all that's happened. But we need that box. And in about three minutes those guys back there," I say motioning to Roan and Micheal. "Are willing to kill you to get it. And trust me... It won't be fast and painless." He thinks for a while. "I'll tell you. And only you," He says firmly. I let out a sigh of relief. "If you let me go. I'm not stupid, I've been a recruit. Percy's orders are to kill every target, after every mission. That means as soon as I tell you where the box is located. I die. The deal is that you let me go after I tell you," He says. I look down. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Hold on," I say before I walk up to Micheal. "Uhh... Can I talk to you?" I ask fiddling with my hair. He looked annoyed. "Yeah, what's wrong?" He asks. I look over to Roan, who looked like he'd bust any second. "Alone..." I whisper. Micheal nods and walks me about eight feet away. "He's going to tell me where the box is..." I say quietly. "Okay... so what's the catch?" He asks folding his arms. "We have to let him go-" "No." "Why not?" I whine. "He is dangerous. He's boney and small but that doesn't mean he can't fight. And that doesn't mean his guards aren't on their way, we don't have much ammo left," He states sharply. "I know... But Birkhoff said they can't track him here and isn't the mission to get the box back? We can do that. We just need to let him go. He won't have the box anymore. What's the harm he can do?" I ask, with puppy dog eyes. Micheal stares at me. I can't tell what he's thinking. He always has this blank expression. "Okay. But if Percy gets angry, your taking the heat," He says. I nod. "Can do." I respond walking back to Elenor. "Where is it?" I ask. "Your gona let me go?" "Yes, where's the box?" I ask again. He sighs, "Come closer." I look at him weird but move closer. "More." I roll my eyes and move closer. But he doesn't say anything, all I feel is a huge fist bash against my stomach. I scream but he covers my mouth and gets up. "Shoot and I kill her!" He yells as Roan and Micheal direct their guns, throwing Prince one in the process. Suddenly he pulls a knife from his back pocket and pushes it against my neck. I tense up. "Put the guns DOWN!" He yells. "You don't wana do this. We are fully prepared to shoot that knife right out of your hand before you do anything," Roan says loudly. "Then do it," He says before puncturing my neck. I fall to my knees and hold my neck as it begins to sting. Elenor stomps his foot against my back. I let out a yelp in pain before flying to the ground, face first. He lifts me up by my hair and turns me around. "You were gona kill me anyway," He says as he begins to squeeze my neck. I kick him in the stomach and start to gasp for air when he punches me in my chest. He sure was stronger than I thought. He took that moment to grab the gun I had tucked in my jeans and point it at Roan and Micheal. I panic and raise my hand to slap it out of his hands but instead he flies in the air and hits the ground inches away. I stare at my hands as a greenish light surrounds them. "She's a mover?" I hear Roan, ask behind me. "Taylor!" Princeton yells. I turn around and catch the gun he throws to me. I point it at Elenor, and stare at his still body. "Is he... dead?" Prince asks, eventually walking up to me. I shrug and get up. "I'll go," He says, putting his hand out for the gun. "No, I'm doing it," I say.