Espionage

Led Down the Wrong Path with the Right Promise

Turning around, I walked back to the van and handed my items to Agent Kingsley.

"First one done. And in 15 minutes. Very impressive." He replied, slipping the bags out of my hands. I rolled my eyes at his comment.

"I take my work seriously." I replied, as something behind him caught my eyes. Really, someone behind him. Uncle Joey? I looked back up at Kingsley before he got suspicious. "I'm going to explore the fair. I'll be back by the time the hour is up." I was already on the move before I finished the sentence. I diverted into the crowd, out of Kingsley's line of sight, before b-lining it to the outskirts of the carnival. Once I was fully out of sight I started running. The equipment shack got closer and closer. I cautiously opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked, and walked in.

"Uncle Joey? I know you're in here." I yell walking through the large building where they stored spare parts for broken rides. "I saw you come in here. Come out now!"

"You shouldn't be here." A deep voice announced from behind me. "I told you not to come looking for me."

"I know you didn't actually expect me to do that." I replied, coming face to face with him.

"I knew, but I hoped you would listen to me." Mr. Solomon answered, coming fully into the light. He looked worse for wear, but nothing out of normal for someone on the run. So, I wasn't very concerned.

"How can I listen to anything you say? How can I trust you anymore?" I spat at him.

"You don't know the whole story. You don't get it. I didn't want to do it. I was a 16-year-old orphan who got the chance of a lifetime. I got the chance to belong. I didn't fully get what I was doing. I just knew I was good at it. Your dad was my only friend and I curse myself everyday knowing what I did." He gripped at his hair and stopped for a moment to gather himself, tears brimming his eyes. "Your dad was my best friend and I loved him like a brother. But, Alistair... he was my best friend too and he was my blood family." I was about to ask who Alistair is when we heard voices and footsteps getting closer to the building. "They're coming, you have to leave. I'll hold them off as long as I can." His eyes were fear stricken as he spoke. I realized there was a time and place to put up a fight, this was neither the time nor the place. I ran and hid in between some parts for a ride, watching the scene unfold in front of me. Suddenly the doors busted open and men in masks came in.

"Where is she, Joseph?" A voice said, seeming to be the leader of the pack, I knew that voice. I can't identify it. Maybe because I'm far away. Maybe because it's slightly muffled behind the mask. But I know that voice. Other than the fact he was absolutely the same man who came after us in Miami. The mask has to have voice distortion properties.

"She's gone." Uncle Joey replied simply, his face unwavering, despite knowing how scared he is.

"Tell us where she is. We won't hurt her." The man in the mask replied, walking closer to him.

"You'll get to her over my dead, fucking body." Uncle Joey spat back.

"Your wish is my command." The masked man laughed, a cold, heartless laugh "Get him and find her." I looked around frantically for a way out. Controlling my breathing and making minimal noise, as to not get caught. To my right there appeared to be a loose floor vent that led outside.

"Oh Daniela! I know you're in here. I promise we'll go easy on you. Just come out." His voice made me feel sick. As quietly as I could I unscrewed it and crawled out. "Ok. I guess we're going the hard way." I heard before I started running. You'd think I was a track star, the speed I was sprinting. After a little while I heard one of the men yell.

"There she is. Follow her." I started running faster and faster. I finally reached the bus and almost everyone was standing around. I ran to Agent Kingsley who grabbed onto me trying to calm me down. I hadn't realized that I was hysterical. I could barely get any words out.