This chapter is a little longer than the last chapter, and I hope you all enjoy. I have a new policy. No reviews, no updates. I havent gotten a review in almost a month, and it's getting kind of depressing. At one point, I even considered stopping writing. My cousin talked me out at the last second. So please, if you want an update, leave a comment. I guess that's all for now...
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush.
The two men that joined us were Logan Henderson and James Maslow. They worked with us at WSBT, and we had never guessed that they were spies. They looked equally shocked to see us. "I didn't know that you were a spy!" Logan exclaimed, the same time Miley did. He was a bit muffled due to the car window, so I motioned for both of them to get into the car. They did so. When they had both gotten in the car and closed the door, Jerry explained the mission to them, then told us where to start looking for Steele. Apparently he was camped out in Arizona near the border to help him gain ties with Mexico's drug cartel. We had to drive all the way to Arizona, as some of our weapons would have set off pretty much all of the alarms in an airport. Sadly, Jerry didn't have any private jets for us to borrow. The drive was long and hot, which wasn't helped by the TV screens that were running. The TV screens were necessary, as they were showing us all of the possible places that Steele could be hiding. So far, they were all along the border in places that the drug cartel was stationed. This was going to be a dangerous mission. While we were driving, we all caught up with each other.
"So, how long have you guys been spies?" I asked Logan and James.
"About three years. We took the meteorologist job as an easy cover up. How about you?" James asked.
"Well, I believe that we started on the same day as you, due to the fact that Jerry was recruiting more spies. I can't believe that we didn't figure each other out sooner." I replied.
"Yeah, me too. I guess we're both just good at our job." Logan replied, watching the screens.
"We have arrived at the first possible hiding place for Steele." Miley announced. We all sighed in relief. We thought that we would have a couple of days to relax and enjoy the scenery before we found Steele. Boy, were we wrong! We all got out of the car and stretched. It felt good to be able to walk around after seven hours in a cramped van. We had had to take the back roads, so to speak, because we needed to avoid rousing anyone's suspicion. If we were detected, we would lose any advantage of surprise that we may have had on Steele.
"It's so hot!" James complained.
"Get used to it. We are going to be here for a while." I replied.
"Ugh! Why can't we go somewhere with an average temperature?" Miley asked, annoyed.
"Stop whining. Let's go before we all get ourselves killed." I commanded, already on the move. The van had been parked in a lot where it wouldn't be disturbed. Our small group raised no suspicion as we made our way to the nearest hotel. We looked like a bunch of tourists, just enjoying the scenery. The nearest hotel turned out to be a "blink and you miss it" sort of place. It was tucked back behind two larger buildings, making it seem smaller than it was. We decided that this was probably the best place we could find, given the circumstances. There was no line at the service desk, so we were checked in right away. We had finally settled on getting two rooms, one for each "couple". It had been decided earlier that it would be less suspicious if a man and a woman each shared a room. When the checking in was finished, we all decided to go up to our rooms. The rooms weren't bad, but they definitely were not the nicest rooms we had ever stayed in. At least there were no bedbugs. Logan and I were to share a room, while Miley and James shared the room next to us. Our rooms were connected by a doorway that could be locked when privacy was needed. The furniture was simple, but we had everything that was necessary, including a bed, a couple of chairs, two end-tables, a lamp, and a bathroom with a shower, a sink, and a toilet. Overall, the room was quite comfortable.
The next time we all saw each other was about an hour later, after we had all settled in. Logan and I were getting along really well. Apparently, so were James and Miley. When they came out, they were holding hands. I wondered if they had liked each other before, or if this was a new love. I soon decided that it didn't really matter, as long as they both stayed focused on the task at hand. "What do you suggest we do?" I asked, once I had everyone's attention.
"I suggest we find where Steele is hiding, then bring him back to Jerry. Forcefully." James announced.
"Are you kidding me? If we storm him, but don't catch him, he'll triple his security, and he'll be looking for us. Besides, he's probably got really high security, so if we try to go in, we'll probably get shot!" Miley exclaimed, exasperated. I had to agree with Miley.
"If one of us gets hurt, it takes the whole team down. First things first though. We need to find out where he is hiding." We got out our map of possible locations and tried to locate the one nearest to our hotel. It turned out to be where one of the most notorious drug lords was located. The US army knew that there was a base around that area, but they didn't know where at. The base is probably very well camouflaged, which explains why it has been undetected thus far. Our job was to go find it. Sound easy? It's not. Since a van would look unusual, we had to walk the quarter mile to the location. It turned out to be an old abandoned grocery store. It seemed too obvious. We peered in a dirty, cracked window and found nobody inside. Cautiously, Logan crept forward to the door and pushed it open.
"The coast's clear." he whispered. The rest of our group followed him inside. The inside of the store was nothing unusual; just a few shelves here and there. And cobwebs. Lots and lots of cobwebs.
"It doesn't look like anyone's here." Miley said in a hushed voice.
"Well, now would be the perfect time to explore, see if there is a drug base here." James answered, already on the move. I'm starting to think that he is rather impulsive. Oh well, as long as he doesn't get hurt. We split up and looked around the store for any possible hideaways that the drug cartel could be using. Suddenly, there came a shout.
"Look what I found!" Logan exclaimed.
"Shhhh!" I whispered. "There might be someone close by here!"
"I doubt it." Logan replied, pushing on a large photo. It slid aside easily, revealing a doorway. He reached forward and opened it, just as I jumped in front of him to prevent him from opening the door. We all saw a quick glimpse of a filthy room filled with a bunch of Mexicans. Sitting in the center of them was Steele. The next thing we heard was a gunshot, and a searing hot pain ripped through me. I grabbed my chest, felt something warm and sticky, then passed out.
So, what did you think? Please review!