Breaking Point

Three: Crash

Three (Ella; present day)

I knitted my eyebrows together as I concentrated on the computer screen. I stared at the map plan that was glowing green on the electronic. I didn't want to make a mistake. Mistakes were never good. I muttered under my breath the room numbers. "109, 109, 109...

"How many times can you read that?'

Ian was staring at the computer screen with his eyebrows raised in confusion. I took this as a privilege to study him. His hair was messy just like always. His green eyes concentrated on the computer screen, scanning it furiously. I could distinctly make out his muscles through his nice suit. Siblings. That was the cover, only if we were caught. I wished it were more then that, but that's what Ian had wanted. Siblings. My eyes lingered on his lips for a moment too long. I bit my bottom lip and blinked several times. Wake up. This is a mission. A very important mission. I averted my gaze.

"As many times as you can."

He smiled at me. I looked away out the window. I wondered if anyone would notice the strange black car pulling around the back. They could be loaded with security, for all we know. We weren't informed of any, but I came prepared. I opened my bag and pulled out a gun, loading it with bullets. I felt Ian's eyes on me. I wondered how fascinating this was for him. He's not allowed to handle a gun yet, but I can tell how much he wants to. Rules. That was something that came with this job: Following rules. I double checked the knives I had up my sleeve, the extra guns in my bag. I glanced at Ian, "Here," I handed handed him a sharp knife. "This is only for emergencies." He nodded. This was the first real weapon he's been allowed to, I could see in his eyes the excitement and fear.

"Ian-", before I could finish my sentence, I felt a jolt and the car swerve a few times. I grabbed the handle above me just as the car sped up, moving to a more vertical angle, throwing both of us into the glass window in front of us. I heard the thud as our heads hit it, causing us both to groan. The car sped up, making it almost impossible to move. My breathing sped up as the car sped up. I braced myself for the crash at the end. "I-an, Hol-hold on to-o the h-han-han-dle." As soon as I said it, we hit something, causing the glass to shatter in front of our face. The car did a flip and landed with a graceful crash. I listened to the now silence, half conscious. I fought to keep my eyes open and awake. I felt the blood that was gushing from my head drip downwards. My body felt frozen in time. I tried to get the courage to use my voice, but I couldn't bear not to hear Ian's. My eyes began to droop even lower as the time passed. This is it. I knew it was over. This was the end of my life. I felt my eyes water as I thought about Ian; he never wanted this, he had a real family. I closed my eyes as the tears fell. I could imagine all the horrible ways to die: Poisened vaccination, gunshot to the head, burned to death, but I never thought about a car crash.

My breath was uneven and ragged, I knew I was going to have an attack, making my death even more horrible. 

"El-la?"

My breath caught in my throat. He was, he was alive? My heart pace quickened faster as I tried to find my voice. "I'm h-he-re." He was here, and alive.

"Thank G-od. Are you okay?"

I didn't exactly know how to answer this question, considering that we were both stuck in a crushing car. I sighed. "Yeah, you?" I waited tentatively for his response, holding my breath the whole time.

"Yeah, yeah."

I let out my painful breath. I knew we didn't have much time left in here, maybe ten more minutes, or even just five. I could feel my soul begin to disappear, my whole body crushing it out of me. I told myself not to cry. Spies don't cry. The car went quiet, and for a sickening moment I thought Ian was gone. 

"Do you hear that?" Ian spoke up.

I strained my pounding ears; water. There must be a river near by. If only... "If we strained against the car hard enough, we might be able to knock it into the water, making it easier to get out," I knew this was a silly and unthoughtful idea, but it was the best we had.

"Okay, on the count of three; one-

Ian never got to finish his sentence. The feeling of my neck and body came back. I looked down at my bloody arms. The car was on all four wheels. I looked out the window to see nothing but darkness. Where the hell were we? I looked over at Ian to see him moving about already. He seemed to almost be unscratched. How is that? His head was bleeding and his shirt was bloody, besides that he looked fine. I tried shifting my body closer to his, feeling my leg crack I gasped out in pain. My leg was broken. I muttered aloud a curse word and bit my lip as I looked at it.

"Oh no, what happened?" 

Ian's worried face appeared next to mine. How the hell was he okay? I stared long and hard at his face. "Doesn't matter. We need to get out of here." I grabbed my gun that was lying on the ground by my feet. I didn't have time to search for my bag.

"No, Ella, your side." 

I sighed, annoyed, and looked over to my side. My eyes widened in surprise as I saw the black handle sticking out of my hip. It was the knife Ian had been holding. Oddly, I hadn't even noticed it at all. I gripped the end of the knife and pulled it out quickly. I grunted and held up the bloody knife. Great. Another injury what mo-

I gasped as a strong hand gripped my hip and pulled out of the car. God that hurt! There was pressure on my leg and fresh blood was trickling from my body.

"Agent Wolff, what a pleasure to come across you again."

I recognized that voice but couldn't put a finger on who it was. I was too dizzy and tired to think. What was going on? I couldn't breathe. My body felt different and unrecognizable. I blinked a few times and focused on the man in front of me. A hand smacked my face, making my head turn to the side. I made a painful noise. I felt... drugged. No. The driver of the car.

"Ella! Don't you dare touch her!"

I focused my eyes on Ian standing across from me, arms pinned behind his back. The man groaned, "You brought a friend, I see. We can't have any more bloody people, exterminate him, he's useless." Whoa, what? My ears seemed to open up and my eyes became more alert. 

"You're not touching him," I growled. 

The familiar man laughed and held a smirk on his face, he strode toward me and grabbed my face hard.

"You're beautiful, you know that darling?"

My patience was full. I knocked my head against his and lashed out with my foot. He fell over, grunting. 

He growled at me, "Kill him, the other one."

My stomach tightened and I set my jaw, "No.."

The click of a gun...

"Please, no..."

The aim....

Eyes alert....

Bang.

"Noo!!!"