Trigger

Chapter Three

It blew up in the air, the backlash sent me and the motorcycle backwards. I grunted in pain as the motorcycle skidded across the pavement, and my shoulder hit the concrete. 

I took a deep breath.

That was too close.

I acted fast and got back on the motorcycle. I didn't need anyone to remember what I looked like. Instead, I sped out of there, using alley ways and streets. I made sure there wasn't a trail or that anyone could have followed me. Circling back, I trailed behind Justin car, holding my arm, and keeping my head down low. This is going to be sore for a few days. When they got to Justin's house, I drove past and parked around the corner. I walked back, running a hand through my hair. I'm used to killing people and being done with a mission. I have three different people and their motives to worry about. I saw someone leaning against a car and saw Pattie. She was alone. I walked over puzzled. Who was she waiting for? Me? 

"Are you okay?" She asked concerned, "I saw.. Thank you. Does this mean we can't eat out?" 

I handed her a phone that was disposable, "My number is in there. People are watching." 

I turned away, walking. I can't socialize with them in public like that. I don't know who's watching, I don't know if they've set up cameras, I don't know if they're monitoring the area. Justin's home was across from an apartment complex. Jane already had issued me a room with my clothes stored there, and agents did research of everyone in the hotel. They were all harmless. My phone buzzed as I walked up into my room. 

"Pattie." I greeted. 

"Do you have a pen and paper? I'll give you his schedule for the next week." 

She started giving me his schedule and I wrote it down on a scrap piece of paper. 

"Do you need anything else?" She wondered. 

I shook my head and sighed, "No that should be it." 

"You never answered me. We all saw you get blown away by that bomb in the McDonald's bag. Are you okay?" Pattie asked again. 

I shrugged, "I'll have a sore shoulder for a few days, but I've had worse. Where's your son?" 

"He's eating a sandwich I made him. Should he not be allowed to leave the house?" 

I shook my head, "No if you don't continue like like normal, they'll suspect something. I want them to underestimate their own mission." 

"Justin's coming, I should go." She murmured hushed. 

"Don't worry Pattie. I'm one of the best agents in the United states."  And with that I hung up. 

-Justin- 

I finished the sandwich and started walking towards the kitchen.

"Justin's coming, I should go." Mom whispered. 

I blinked and walked in, "Who was that?" 

Mom looked over, "It was no one Sweetie." 

"Who's phone is that?" It wasn't her blackberry, "Why aren't you using yours?" 

:It's my phone and I think i'll help Scooter with your schedule." 

She was avoiding looking me in the eyes. She was lying. 

"Aight. I'm gonna go take a walk." 

She froze, "No, I mean, Just--Go clean your room." 

"I cleaned it yesterday." I pointed out. 

She put the phone on the counter exasperated, "Then clean it again!" 

Mom walked away and I looked over at the counter. The phone. Who was she talking to? I took the phone and ran upstairs. Locking the door behind me, I got onto the bed; and leaned against the headboard. I started typing on the keyboard before I sent a text. 

Who are you?

-Kylie- 

Opening the pizza box, my phone was ringing again. I tilted my head. What does Pattie want now? 

I opened the phone to see a text. 

"Who are you?" I repeated outloud. 

Pattie wouldn't text me. She'd call. Jeremy left, taking his daughter, and Scooter left as well. That only left an eighteen year old boy filled with curiosity. Do I humor him and text back? I shrugged, deciding what the hell. It couldn't hurt. I bit into my pizza and texted back.

Give the phone back to your mother. Now.

A few seconds later came the reply,  Why are you talking to my mom?

I ate more pizza. I am not supposed to talk to him. But then again, Jane said to ignore protocol. I texted him back.

There are people out to kill you Justin. I was sent to protect you. Call me when you're in trouble, text me when something feels wrong. I'm here to protect you.

He didn't text back for a while. I finished eating and took a quick shower. Everything seemed calm; Causing me to immediately become suspicious. Calm before the storm. I changed into a pair of sweats and a hoodie. My phone was buzzing on my bed, and walking over to it, I slowly picked it up. I read it. 

What do I call you?

I replied, Call me Ross.

A minute later was his reply. I smiled a bit at it. 

Thank you Ross.