"I've caught our moles sir."
Earlier on Your Finale,
The closet door opened.
I had been so lost in thought I hadn't realized how the man crossed the room, how Grayson's hand was now on my wrist, how the man had opened the closet door and exposed our hiding spot.
"My my!" Professor Randobal said, "What do we have here?"
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Chapter 23
0030 hours
The catacombs under the academy
Professor Randobal caught us. We were done for. Screwed. Professor Randobal was quick with his actions, one second Grayson was glaring at him, and the next Grayson slumped. Randobal knocked him out, releasing his grip on him. Grayson fell, his body weight transferring over to me. I grunted due to the extra weight.
"Charlotte, nice to see you again." Randobal said as if it was everyday you come across two spies-in-training in a closet, an unconscious girl on the other side of the door. "Please don't make this harder and just follow me."
"As if." I said, through gritted teeth. This man was a monster, had he no remorse? He just knocked Grayson unconscious with his bare hands. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Do you want to end up like Millar?" Randobal asked me, a stern expression on his face.
His actions angered me. But I kept silent, sometimes it was better to be silent than to speak. Besides, I couldn't keep track of moles if I was out cold.
"I thought so," Randobal answered his own question. "Follow me."
He grabbed the heating blanket from me as he turned his back towards me and walked over to Elizabeth's body. Oh how I wish I had some sort of training for these situations. I thought of what to do. But in every plan I thought of, Grayson was conscious, he wasn't in a sleep-state. The one thing I could do was clear to me now, I would have to follow along with Randobal until Grayson woke up.
Pathetic.
I carefully watched Randobal as he walked towards the door.
"You'll be able to withstand an extra load, right?" Randobal asked me.
I internally rolled my eyes as I just stared at him. Of course. Leave the body to me.
I took a deep breath as I tried to lift Grayson. It was impossible. He was already heavier than me, him not being conscious didn't help either.
I dropped him and tried again. I bent and carried him from the closet and shifted his body so I was carrying him bridal-style.
I left the morgue, following after Randobal.
I was slow. Too slow.
Half of it was strategy, while the other half was just how weak I was. My arms were tired from carrying Grayson, and it was hard to walk because of him too. Randobal walked a yard in front of me, but I knew he wasn't getting slowed down by holding Elizabeth. He was slow to keep an eye on me. Yes he walked with his back towards me, but I could tell how he still had an eye on me.
I wondered were we were going as the lights in the catacombs became more vibrant.
Grayson and I didn't come this way before the whole event. If it wasn't colder here, I would have been mad that Grayson hadn't brought me into the catacombs from this area.
Randobal made another right.
We walked in silence.
A left.
Silence. All you could hear were his footsteps. Mine barely audible.
Eventually Randobal stopped in front of a metal door. He shifted Elizabeth's body so that she now hung over his shoulder.
He opened the door as it creaked in protest.
From behind Randobal, I could see a flight of wooden stairs, another door at the top. But this one was wood instead of metal.
The rest was a blur. I focused on trying not to drop Grayson from my hands, as a bruise began to develop on the side of his head where Randobal had previously hit him. A swirl of blues and greens.
I hadn't noticed that we eventually were at the top level of the school, in the administration tower.
Shit. Please don't take me to Sidebottom.
Too bad my wishes never come true.
We kept walking as Randobal lead me to the principal's office, regardless of the hour.
Randobal stopped at the door, and punched in a code into the keypad.
XXXX.
I repeated the code in my mind, making sure to remember it for later.
In my arms Grayson began to shift. He was slowly regaining consciousness. I silently wished he wasn't.
The door opened inwards, Randobal stepping inside and letting me pass through in front of him.
"Sidebottom," Randobal said to the principal from the doorway.
"What is it this time?" The principal asked, not looking up from his computer.
Sitting there was a lady. She was clad in black with a long beige trench coat to go with it. She wore bright red lipstick and sat at a chair in front of the principal and his desk. We locked eyes. Her eyes shifted to Grayson and then to Randobal and Elizabeth. Randobal gave her a polite nod. She was silent.
The principal looked up when he didn't receive an answer. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him.
Randobal spoke, "I've caught our moles sir."
"Elizabeth?"
"No sir, Charlotte Anders and Grayson Millar."
I felt a finger togue at my shirt. It was barely a togue seeing as how tight my shirt was on me though. I looked down to see Grayson, his finger lifted. He was awake now. But he still acted as if he was unconscious. I internally smiled to myself.
"Good work Randobal. Lock them up and see to it that Elizabeth gets medical attention." The Principal said as he opened his desk drawer and picked out some files.
The lady in the chair shifted, her blonde hair bouncing as she moved. She didn't say anything but she began to direct her attention to her phone, now in her hand as she dialed a number. I kept my eye on her, trying to catch the caller ID that now flashed on her screen.
Benjamin Ripley.
I internally sighed, he was sure to be able to help us out.
The lady lifted the phone to her ear when he picked up. "The moles have been caught, two students, you might want to see this." She then stood walking over to the Principal. Randobal took this as his cue to leave as he turned and left the office. The blonde lady said something to him, but it was so soft I couldn't hear.
My arms ached, the adrenaline starting to wear off.
Soon later, three men walked into the office, each one larger than the last. They seemed as if they were bodyguards seeing as they all were clad in black with guns strapped to their sides. They weren't bodyguards though seeing as each of them bared a CIA badge on their chests.
One of them, the largest, gave the principal a nod, his finger resting on his ear on top of an ear piece.
Another one, the second to largest came towards me and took Grayson from my arms. My arms fell like jelly, gravity pressing into them. The man turned and followed the largest out the door and into the hallway.
The smallest then came to me and attached handcuffs to my arms. As if the pain of carrying Grayson wasn't enough to stop me from moving them.
The man turned me around and held my arms in place as we walked out the door and followed the other two men. The door shut behind us with a slam.