One Mistake & No Survivors

I left all of you hanging with the last chapter of A Little Game Called Cat and Mouse, so I decide to post the first chapter. This chapter, along with the next one, will take you in depth with the traitors.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.

Chapter One

Overseas Part I

Ciri Russo's POV

The tape recorder is slid across the table, although I can't reach out and smash it. My hands are handcuffed to under the table.

"State your full name, age, and birthday." Agent Gomez says.

"Are you really going to do this now?" I say. "It's been a year. Everybody has moved on, forgotten what we have done. The spy world is saved, so why exactly are you doing interviews now?"

"State your full name, age, and birthday." Agent Gomez repeats.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Ciri Catalina Russo, age seventeen as of yesterday, December 27th."

"Height and Weight?"

"5'4 and 120 pounds."

"Miss Russo, tell us about your days leading up till you meet Charles West."

"Again, is this necessary?" I ask, getting quite annoyed. "You have my file. You have your statements from those four little brats named Elena, Amanda, Erika, and Kameryn. Why do you need to bring up the past?"

"Miss Russo, you do know the charges against you, don't you?"

"Blackmail, attempted exposure of the spy world, attempted murder, and assault."

"Now do you want to add more charges on against you?" Agent Gomez leans in really close towards me. I can feel his minty breath against my olive skin. I lean in towards him even more, my light green eyes meeting his dark brown ones. "You don't scare me." I whisper. "With all those charges against me, I'll be lucky if I see daylight again."

"Right now Miss Russo, I'm the only one who has the power to let you eat again. Now, instead of dying of starvation before you see sunlight again, I suggest you get talking."

I consider my options and realize the odds are against me here. "My family consists of my father Franco, my mother Maria, and my brother Anthony. Age 43, 42 and 18 respectably. We all are hundred percent Italian, and all share the same green eyes, olive skin color, and dark brown hair. I was born and raised in Italy. My family and I were part of a religious cult that often utilized animal sacrifices. That's why I am not fazed by violence or killing; I grew up around it. When I was 14, I decided that I no longer wanted to be in the cult and ran away. I became a beggar, and I became very good at tricking people into giving her money, especially foreigners."

"And when did Charles West come into the picture?"

"Mr. West came into the picture a year ago, in August. At this time, I was living on the streets of Rome from a few weeks now. I spotted him late at night and attempted to mug him for money. He didn't really seem like a strong type, so I decided he make an easy target. As I silently approached him, he turned around, nothing how I barely made a sound. Mr. West was impressed by my skills of mugging and manipulation. He bought me food and told me about his past. He told me about how the spy world had betrayed him. Then he explained how he wanted to take down the spy world, and it would begin by destroying a band called Big Time Rush."

Agent Gomez clicks off the recorder. Two agents come into the room and unhook me from the table. "Thank you for your time, Miss Russo." Agent Gomez says.

"Like I had a choice." I say as I'm dragged out of the room and back to my cell.

Astoria Greenbaum's POV

I'm shoved down into a chair, and my handcuffs are quickly attached to the table. I let out a fake sigh and flip my dark bye side bangs out of my face. In the year that I have been here at the spy world's headquarters here in London, my dyed dark blue hair has grown down to my shoulders. I have requested for a haircut, but I have received no answer yet.

"State your full name, age, and birthday." A man says who I recognize as Agent Gomez, the man in charge of our case. He clicks a recorder, and the recorder comes to life with a click.

"Astoria Jade Greenbaum, seventeen years old as of August 5th." I say. "Can I have that haircut now?"

Agent Gomez opens my file and I watch with forest green eyes as he quickly scans my file. "It says here you have mild schizophrenia and asthma."

"I'm also perky, smart, and an optimistic. Why do you care?" I snap.

"Miss Greenbaum, I want you to tell me about you days leading up to when you meet Charles West."

"And what if I don't? Going to give me a time out?" I sneer.

"Well then I guess you're never going to get that haircut." Agent Gomez smirks, shutting my file.

"I originally came from Connecticut but I ran away from her father, who was a drinker, drug addict and an abuser. My mother died a day after I was born, and my sister Jenny got pregnant by her boyfriend and moved in with him. So I got the short end of the straw and was stuck with my dad who did some awful things to me. I got so tired and sick of this, that I ran away and took the subway to New York." I say in defeat.

"Where does Charles West come into your life?"

"He was at the sub station. It was late at night, and I had no money for anything. He offered me cash in return for my services."

"And those services we what?"

"Simple." I say, a smile working its way onto my face. I close my eyes and the memories of last year flash before my closed eyelids like a smile. "Destroy Big Time Rush."

I listen as the recorder clicks off. I listen as my handcuffs are unlocked from the table. I feel my body being lifted from my chair.

And the entire time, I don't open my eyes.

Vivian Gold's POV

I'm shaking with fear as I'm slammed down into a chair in the integration room. Agent Gomez sits across from me as I'm handcuffed to the table. A recorder sits in front of me and Agent Gomez leans across the table, pressing a button that begins to record every word said.

"State your full name, age, and birthday." Agent Gomez says, not even looking up from a file on the table.

"Vivian Shannen Gold, my birthday is March 6th and I'm seventeen years old."

Agent Gomez doesn't say anything else. He just flips through the file on the table, reading it slowly. I shake my leg nervously, time eating away at me.

"What kind of integration are you running here?" I yell. Agent Gomez doesn't even flinch at my yelling. "Do something, question me, scream at me, just do something you idiot!"

"Tell me about your past." Agent Gomez says, flipping a page in the file.

"Isn't everything you need to know about me in the file?" I question, craning my neck to see if I can answer my own question.

"Miss Gold, I know you understand the charges against you. Your grades here are remarkable. Now, tell me about your past."

I take a deep breath. "I was discovered when I was twelve by St. Morris's for my archery skills. Mr. West observed last September when I practicing for archery outside the school. He approached me and offered me the deal of a lifetime."

"And what was that deal?"

"A chance to be reunited with my childhood best friends, Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan."

Agent Gomez finally lifts his head from the file, all attention from the words on the page to the words that I have just said.

"You knew Big Time Rush, and you joined a group that was dead set on killing them?" Agent Gomez questions.

"I didn't know that was what Mr. West wanted to do with the boys!" I exclaim, all innocence clear in my voice. "I thought he was going to help me be reunited with the boys, not have to kill them. But once I was in, I wasn't allowed to leave."

"When exactly did you meet Big Time Rush?"

"When I was in Kindergarten. The four of us we're really good friends till I moved away to away to New York."

"I have heard all I need to hear." Agent Gomez clicks off the recorder and two agents come in the room and take me away. I'm placed back in my cell, and I collapse on my metal bed in hysterical sobs.