The Espionage and The Enigma

Chapter 7- NOT VALID

A.N: Hey guys! I’m revising Chapter 7 on a plane, so if you find any grammatical errors or something along the lines, comment please! Other than that, Chapter 7 is relatively short, since it's review before the Draft, as well as the whole changing process. I really hope you guys enjoy it! xx, Ana

PS: This is going to be my last chapter for a month! I'm going to a camp and only have Wi-Fi on Wednesdays, and I won't have my computer with me (which is where I have the first and second novel) so I won't be able to access any of those files! :-( Chapter 8  is going to make up for it, I promise! :-)

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0645 HOURS.//

AIRCRAFT 7199. SOMEWHERE OVER THE ATLANTIC OCEAN.//

DESTINATION: KAINUU WILDERNESS, SCANDINAVIAN PENINSULA.//

THE SOVIET STATES REPUBLIC.//

          The window was cool under my skin. My cheek was pressed onto the glass, one eye open looking outside the window. Even though it was dark back home, our plane was chasing the sun and already at this hour, the horizon was illuminated with the bright light rising up from above the clouds. From the side where my eye was closed, I heard a flight attendant across the isle saying the amount of time left for the end of the flight- 0230 hours, and a groan, followed by a half hearted "Thank you." Michael. He sighed and I felt his stirring, sitting up his seat-turned bed on the opposite of mine. I pretended as if I was still asleep. It wasn't as if he was going to strike up a conversation anyways.

          When I had first walked on the plane, Michael stopped me and pulled me aside. He had asked if I was alright. He saw it as a threat to our mission- you could tell by the narrowing of his eyes. I swiftly responded that nothing was wrong, and he just nodded and looked away. We both saw past my lie and at the truth that I was partly devastated, only I knew what it was though. He didn't press the issue. It seemed to be one of few things he didn't want to argue.

          I'd been awake since the conversation with Dylan last night. It had been a few hours since then, but during the time passed it felt as if it was the only thing constant in my world- even though I wished it hadn't happened. I wasn't mad at him though, I was mad at myself. Mad for not realizing anything sooner. As towards Dylan, I was just disappointed. I had been disappointed in him countless times before, but this time, this time was different.

          There was no use in feeling anything else, since there was the looming possibility that in a matter of weeks, days even, I would be nonexistent. I decided not to waste my energy on Dylan Alton anymore, not ever again. I only just wish I would have ended our friendship sooner.

          I sat up and stretched my arms across my space, yawning as I did so. I looked around the plane and took in my companion. Michael- looking frustrated and writing something in what seemed to be notebook.

          Michael's eyes flit up from the notebook he was writing in to look at me, and then flit back down. "You're up." He said, sounding a bit surprised and continuing to write on the piece of paper. I yawned again and mumbled a "Yes." He narrowed his eyes down at something on the paper and then looked up at me. "Seems like you're not so gloomy now." He said.

         Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes. "Not anymore..." I said spacing my words out. After a moment, he just sighed and began to write again. "Well pardon me for trying to lighten the mood. You shouldn't be so upset on mission day" He said, trying hard not to smile. Did he find this funny? Or was it actually a joke? Was I a joke to him? The longer I got to I know Michael Alessio, the harder it was to read him, opposite to everyone else. I pursed my lips and sighed.