Chapter Twelve- "Not as Easy as we Thought"

"So, now that that's all over," I said, "who are you?"

"I work for MI6," he replied, plopping down in a leather recliner and stretching out like a cat. "Mr. Nulle may not have mentioned it, but England and America are working together on this case."

"No," I said, "he didn't mention that." I sucked in my breathe sharply from the pain of speaking. The MI6 agent stood up suddenly and walked over to me. He bent down and examined the wound.

"I won't lie to you," he said. "This is going to hurt a lot." He wrapped his hands around the knife's handle and yanked it straight out. I screamed loudly as the blade exited my flesh. Lights clouded my vision. The mystery MI6 agent went into the other room and came back out with a large towel; he wrapped it tightly around my abdomen. I groaned loudly as I lay back on a sofa in the room.

"How long before I'll be good enough to move?" I asked, each word sending a stream of pain shooting up my side.

"With a wound that bad, only time will tell," the MI6 agent said. "I would guess it will take a good week before you can move around a lot," he said, clipping off the ends of each word like he was biting it. He, surprisingly, didn't speak with a very noticeable English accent. He dropped back into the recliner and buried himself in it.

He clicked on a 20" TV that was placed inside of an entertainment center that was positioned in the center of the room. I was amazed there was any TV on around here. CNN was on. But it was like Spanish CNN. There was a Spanish man telling the news in Spanish. The highlight: "Two fugitives broke into Goronovich Mansión. They then attacked Mr. Goronovich's bodyguard, Stephan T. Morgan, A.K.A. Splice. The fugitives managed to escape with some weapons and various items, but they currently are wanted, and, if someone helps the police safely arrest them, they will be paid a bounty of $150,000 for each fugitive."

"This isn't going to be as easy as we'd thought," I said, grunting. "Now they know who we are."