I looked at Mark alarmed. He put a finger to his lips and went behind the door, where he wouldn't be seen as they came in. I knew for a fact they'd close the door, if they wanted privacy, so I shook my head at Mark. All spies learn sign language for this exact situation. I have a plan. Mark signed to me. I sighed and looked for a place to hide. My eyes caught on the perfect place, underneath the bed. I quietly dropped to a prone position, shuffling under the bed. Mark nodded at me and signed Good, stay there. I rolled my eyes, having not planned to jump out at the terrorists, shouting 'SURPRISE!'. I laughed to myself about that but I tried to keep quiet. I looked at the door as it opened, then put my head down, so my eyes didn't shine and give me away. I heard the bed above me creak, meaning the occupants of the room, or at least one of them, wasn't looking in my direction. I moved, so my head was facing Mark. I had no idea how he was still hidden, but they didn't seem to know he was there. The door had remained open, meaning that more were probably coming, by which time I wanted me and Mark to be out of there. The person on the bed was now lain on it, which opened up my vision of the room from the crevice below. I saw Mark, looking as if he was ready to make a move. I really really hoped he knew what he was doing. Then again, he always had before. Then again, we'd never been in this position. I watched him and waited.
Another person came in the door, closing it behind them. I was sure that Mark had been found and flinched slightly. They didn't look at Mark, though. Instead, Mark moved himself just before the door swung closed. He, with an amazing agility, siphoned himself through the door. I sighed silently. Mark had left me alone. In a room of terrorists. Some handler, huh? My heart was beating like a samba drum. I was sure I was going to die. I had to wait five minutes before Mark once again entered. This time in a hotel uniform. I blinked and watched him. "Cleaning." He said.
"Don't women normally do cleaning?" The man on the bed said, the other man leaning against a wall beside him.
"Sometimes but not in this hotel." Mark said, trying put on his most convincing french accent. It was working, I have to say. It was very convincing.
"Fine. Come on John, let's go and get a coffee or something." The man on the bed said, standing and leaving, the man apparently named John leaving right after him, barging past Mark. Mark rolled his eyes and entered the now empty room. He closed the door.
"Get out from there, Josh." He said and I rolled from out of the bed, getting up.
"Were you going to tell me this plan?" I asked him calmly.
"Did it look I could?" He asked.
"Fair enough." I conceded and left the room with him. We then set up the rest of the cameras and other various surveillance equipment.
Back in our own hotel room, I sat at the breakfast bar there, setting up my laptop. Mark put his next to mine and then left the room, probably to go to reception. I sighed and set up the signal for both of our laptops. Within minutes, camera views covering every inch of the hotel room were up on both screens. I moved my mouse over to one of them and clicked on it and the entire screen was now full of that view. Everything was working perfectly. I knew that this was probably only for now. More trouble was sure to follow. If we had almost been caught once, it was sure to happen again. Mark came back with a cup of to-go coffee for us both and sat down at his computer. I saw on the camera that was facing the door that they were entering. "Who's running facial recognition? Me or you?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the screen.
"Go ahead." Mark replied. I nodded and paused the feed, where one of the man's face was in full view. I placed the markers on his features, running it through every database we had access to. We got no match for about ten minutes, and I was beginning to lose hope. As I was about to, a profile flashed up on the screen. We had a match. I looked over the profile.
FULL NAME: ADAM TERENCE DUNNINGTON
OCCUPATION: UNEMPLOYED/UNKNOWN
KNOWN AFFILIATIONS: NONE
KNOWN CRIMES: SUSPECTED OF MURDER
AGE: 37
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
EYE COLOUR: HAZEL
HAIR COLOUR: CHESTNUT BROWN
TATTOOS: NONE KNOWN
SCARS: LEFT EYE, THIN
HEIGHT (AT TIME OF LAST RECORD): 6 FOOT 3 INCHES
WEIGHT (AT TIME OF LAST RECORD): 13 STONE 5 POUNDS
OTHER INFORMATION:
Dunnington has been reported missing a total of five times, often in summer. There have been no explanations given for this, as he has never been available for questioning.
I blinked at the file and put it into a folder, entitled 'RED MOON'. Mark was looking over another profile, so I got back to the live feed. Nothing much happened for the next few minutes. The speech was just about trivial things, nothing condemning. That was until Dunnington finally spoke, having kept quiet up to now.
"Is everything ready?" He asked, his voice unmistakably Russian.
"Of course, sir..." Another man said, his voice sounding Arabic.
"Good. The wheels are set in motion, then?" Dunnington asked to the man.
"Yes, sir." The man replied, it being clear that he was an inferior to Dunnington.
"Ona nachinayetsya." Dunnington said, his Russian accent sounding harsh and angry.
"It begins? What does that mean?" I asked hurriedly.
"I don't know." He said, brows furrowed. We looked back at the screen. Dunnington was now speaking to the rest of the men, who had just arrived.
"The English agents in the next room... They have no idea of the plan we have formulated. They think we are preparing to attack their... Their precious Parliament. This is a ruse. Of course, if all goes to plan, yes. We will take London... But that is endgame." Another man looked at Dunnington, his voice Spanish.
"But sir... They must be watching us now."
"Of course they are... I know they are." I looked at Mark, my eyes full of fear. Mark was already reaching for his gun. "But by the end of the hour... Them and everyone else in this hotel... Will be dead." I blinked and the feed switched off, as the men were leaving their room. I stood up hurriedly.
"What did he mean? How will we be dead?" I asked, now terrified.
"I don't know, Josh. Ring the fire alarm. Give everyone a fighting chance." I did as he said, the shrill tones loud and ringing.
"Good. Get any evidence we might have left. We don't have time to search their room. Make sure nobody could possibly know we were here." He ordered and I went to work. I was moving a sheet when I saw a red blinking light.
"MARK!" I shouted, though he was near. He jumped over to me.
"Wha- Oh my god." The timer read 00:10. We were looking at a bomb.