Chapter 10: Access Granted

"I don't like this," Drew said anxiously as we made our way to the museum. I felt really bad bringing a kid into this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I don't like this any more than you do." He believed it, which is good considering the fact that it was true.

"Can you at least tell me why you decided to pull this job?" I sighed.

"No." This caught him off guard.

"No?" I nodded. "Exactly why not?" How did I know he was going to be difficult? Oh yeah, he's Drew. Enough said.

"Look, I have a good reason, but I'm... not at liberty to give you any details." Instantly, I knew that was the wrong thing to say. I could almost see the connections froming in his brain.

"Is this about-"

"No!" I told him too quickly. I hissed in irritation. "It's not that, but I am doing this for someone. Please, you just have to trust me." My voice was pleading, which he noticed.

"Fine, I won't ask questions. I'll help you. I'll trust you. But I will find out eventually," he grumbled. Thankfully his eight sister, Annie, was blissfully oblivious to our conversation. She was the most adorable thing. Little black piggy tails and bright blue eyes. Even small dimple when she smiled. I loved her.

It wasn't long before we were in place. Annie (hopefully) knew the plan. She would wander into one of the three rooms where Dani, Gia, or Sam was. Of course, Drew would be watching her carefully incase some perv was lurking around. We were looking at some of the art and I turned away into the pack of kid stuff I packed at Drew's house.

"Go, Annie," I whispered before getting on my knees with my back away from her (but not too much to be obvious). Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her totter away. A moment later, my phone buzzed, confirmation that one of the others had her. I grabbed a juice box and turned to where Annie had formerly been standing. Showtime!

With my best panicked look, I stood and looked around. "Annie?" I said loudly, spinning around. "ANNIE!" This drew attention. I dropped the juice box, causing it to explode and cascade over my shoes. I ignored it.

"ANNIE!" I called agian. A concerned looking man walked over.

"Is there a problem, Miss?" He asked, careful not to step in the juice.

"Yes there's a freaking problem! I can't find her! She's gone!" I grabbed his shoulders. I must have looked like the poster girl for histaria. "Where is she?" He remained calm, shaking my arms off.

"Where is who?" he asked.

"Annie! I'm babysitting her. I was getting a juice box out and the next thing I knew, she was gone!" My breath was shakey.

"Don't worry," he said soothingly. "She can't have gotten far. We'll find her." I nodded anxiously. "Come with me." I followed, still pretending to be looking for Annie. We came to a door. There was a key pad next to it. Thinking I was completly histaric, he didn't bother sheilding it from my view too much. I got it easily. 142872.

I was lead inside and sat down. Keeping up my facade, I answered all of his questions. When he turned away, I sent a quick signal text to Dani, Gia, and Sam (I didn't check to see who got her). A few moments later, the door opened and a security guard walked in followed by Dani who was holding Annie's hand. I ran over to Annie and hugged her tight. "Good job, honey," I whispered in her ear.

After a few more questions, we were allowed to leave. I did so immediately. A block away, we met up with the others. It was a small victory. There was a moment of silence.

"Who wants ice cream?" I finally asked.