I can't believe those idiot agents fell for that little video clip I left. There were video cameras all over the apartment. Obviously, all left by yours truly.
They spent so much precious time scouring the house for anything that may have been left behind.
Well, I guess they aren't as dumb as I claim, while I know that they found the videotape, they found the cameras before I was able to see their reactions. Ugh! They must have been priceless!
"Alexandra! Concentrate! You put us in this position, you should be concentrating on figuring out how you can get us out of it!" My father yelled at me.
"Yes, papa. I'm working on it. I'm trying to find out just how much I affected the agent's mental state. I need to know if I psyched them out." I've been lying to my arent ever since I was little. They're the ones who taught me how to do it. Now, I know I have to take everything they say with a grain of salt, and vice versa. After all, any one of us could be lying, and the other parties might never know who.
"Very well darling, continue." He told me as he turned away.
I just went back to trying to see if I could restart the security cameras at the Stevensons apartment. Ugh! They are really good at keeping people out once they know what they need to keep out.
It's incredibly bothersome.
"Hello, Marianne. All is well on your end. Uh-huh. Yes. You'll be going to show then. Do you have back up? Of course. And the media?" My father was clearly on the phone with Marianne Stevenson. I still found it incredibly unfair that I flew all the way to New York, only to remain there no longer than a couple of hours, and then have to fly home. I went to the big apple to see a fashion show, something that actually interests me. What use is my parents' connection to the Stevensons if I can't even go see that measly show. It's ridiculous.
That's it. I need to clear my head a little bit before I get back to plotting this infiltration. Well, Mother and Father would call it only planning.
I have college plans, and I truly hope that they work out. I'm tired of this, I just want to be a normal person. I pull out my phone and start googling my university. I've been accepted and so far, I'm starting my first semester in August. I'm double majoring in fashion design and business, a compromise between my parents and me. When I finally leave this horrible life with all this murder, secrets and lies, I am never coming back. Never. And university is my only way to escape.
I don't know when I fell asleep, I just know that at one point my mother was shaking me awake.
"Alexandra! Wake up. It's time to clean up the mess you created"
They were absolutely never going to let me live that down.
"I'm up, mother. Hold your horses!"
"You insolent child! Don't you dare speak to me like that." Yep, university was the only way out of this madhouse.
When we exited the jet, there was a car waiting for us. It was one of the people that have been working with us. Well, more like for us.
As soon as we get home, I notice immediately that the whole place is wired. Heavily. They've been waiting for us. I better be careful not to make any noise or get caught on any camera, or else the rest of this plan also goes down the drain.
I turn to look at my parents, being the dutiful daughter and letting them know, but as soon as I turn around, it seems that my parents are already aware of the situation.
My mother nods to me and I proceed to my room. I need something less conspicuous.
When I get to my room, it's exactly as I remember it. Only, now the beds are made and the pair of underwear I always keep under the very edge of the carpet is no longer there. I leave it there because it tells me if someone came into my room. Whether it's a maid or a stalker, I always know.
The room is clearly bugged, I need to be careful. The agents weren't even trying to be sneaky. They just barged into my things.
I go to my closet, a walk-in closet of course, and pick out some black leggings, a tight black long-sleeved crop top, some black combat boots, and my black leather jacket. Cliche, I know. At least I'm not wearing a mask. It'll give those losers something pretty to look at as I'm turning their lives around.
I grab two hair elastics and a black scrunchie.
What? I may be infiltrating Witness Protection HQ, but that doesn't mean I need to look like a hobo doing it.
Back in the foyer, I regroup with my parents. They've both changed into something more comfortable. The three of us sneak out of the house.
Thirty minutes later we finally arrive at witness protection.
Coming in is like a slow-motion action movie. We go in right through the front door. As soon as we get there, the guards start pointing their guns at us. Oh well, we did expect it. My father shoots the guards, not to kill them, just to knock them out.
I grab one of their access cards as we leave them.
With the help of that card, my parents and I can easily get through the door of the building.
"Sasha, we're leaving you to take care of this mess that you created. I need to disable the cameras. Your father is going to deal with the communications tower. Join him when you are finished." My mother tells me and turns on her heel. No "good luck" or anything. It's not like I'm her only daughter. Note the sarcasm.
As I'm walking the hallways, I manage to grab a few agents and get them to talk. Clearly, they aren't field agents, or else they would have been dead a long time ago. Getting info out of them was like taking candy from a baby.
"Meeting room 4. He's there!" The first agent I pointed a gun at told me.
"Thanks," I told him and winked at him. He fainted immediately. Yep, definitely not a field agent.
As I approached meeting room 4, I saw that there were 2 guards posted by the door. Just before I was able to make my move, my mother radioed in and told me that the cameras were officially disabled and were now on a loop. Oh well, at least that's one less thing for me to have to worry about.
I knock out the two men guarding the door. I catch them before they hit the ground, so they don't make noise as they drop to the ground.
It's the only moment I've ever been grateful that my parents made sure that I took weightlifting training classes. These men weigh like 200 pounds apiece. And that's not counting all the stupidly heavy weaponry and armour.
I open the door, and before anyone inside has the chance to react, I throw a sleeping gas filled bomb and lock the door.
Within 3 minutes I hear every single person in that room drop to the ground.
"Mother, they're all out. I suggest you send someone to help me move them somewhere more secure, with less technology." I radio my mother. She's the unofficial head of this entire operation, for obvious reasons. Everyone's terrified of her and no one would ever dare question her orders. Even my father and they've been married for 2 years.
Very soon, I see men that work for us come up to me, and we hauled everyone that was in the meeting room.
It was the first time I managed to get a clear look at all the people that were in that meeting room.
There was Ryan, and his parents but not his hellish sister, there were a bunch of random agents and the two people who presented themselves as Blakes parents at graduation. If they really are his parents, then I guess just like me and my family, this is a family business. Finally, there are the two that are Cara's parents. Well, adoptive parents. I don't exactly know who they are. I never really bothered to check.
The men and I gather up our hostages and we place them in the grand ballroom. Why in the world do they need a room like that at a Witness Protection Headquarters? Anyway, it was the room we had agreed to bring the hostages once we got them. There were others all over the building taking agents. Except all the others are grown men and are in groups of three or four, and I'm a teenage girl going solo.
Fun.
"Baby girl, it's time to announce our plan to those pesky agents. Today's the day we finally get rid of that bitch Carolina York." My mother comes up behind me and says with her glorious smile.
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First Published November 24th, 2019
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While the next chapter is written, I am hoping it'll be up by next week. I just found out one of my very long essays is due in like 5 days (it was supposed to be due in like 4 weeks) and I'm going to be dedicating my time to that. And I'm not the type of person to be able to do anything last minute. Like at all. That's why I like to have at least one pre-written chapter at all times.
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