I'm sorry for the long update time, but I did warn you. I did get the info on Poland from my pen pal on the 19th, but I am sorry, I'm busy! Anyway thanks to all my reviewers:
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Alexis Taylor
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Now on to the story…
Alex's POV:
Just two hours after we had the group introduction, the whole gang stood around the caskets we had been fitted for. Sam looked at the floor, (it seemed like that was a permanent thing for him). Cammie had this look on her face that told me she really wanted to ask some sort of question, but she kept quiet. Zach was leaning against the wall, doing his macho-male act. Everyone but Max was sitting around listening to Eric and Sodapop try and tell a story. The mix of the heavy Southern draw and the Cockney slang was making even my head spin.
"Awright geeezzaa! 'e was so mum and dad there laugh and joke comin' aaaht ov 'is ears! Sorted mate."
"I ain't never seen nobody so mad just 'cause they got a few ol'e gallons on their head…he was one steamed fella! Then, oh this is the best part, he…" Sodapop continued on but I tuned him out.
All that I knew about these next few hours is that I would be traveling to Warsaw in a casket with Cammie, Zach, and Sam, with Soda and Red as the tail car and Max in front. We were meeting our contact at 11 this morning…we would be leaving in less than a half an hour and that's just about it. What I really want to know is why Zach gets to know everything…it's not like I'm new to this sort of thing.
There was a noise at the doorway of the casket room and everyone turned to see Max in the doorway, "Time to go."
His crew nodded, Eric and Mark, already in their uniforms, headed for the door to the garage where the hearses were held. Sam pulled open Cammie's casket.
"Thank you." She smiled at him…then he blushed. What self-respecting guy blushes…at all?
With one foot in the casket, Cammie turned back toward us, "So I just have two more questions before I get into this thing…how are we going to breathe?"
"There's a built-in oxygen system that channels the outside air through the casket and takes the CO2 out. It's perfectly safe," Sam said; it was the most words any of us had heard him say in the entire time we had known him.
"Thank you, Sam...and my other question is what do we do if someone checks the caskets and finds us?"
This time it was Max who answered, "Play dead."
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The five hours spent in the casket consisted of sleeping, wondering, and more sleeping. I wasn't sure where we were, I'd lost that natural sense of direction in the tiny space hours before. I couldn't reach my phone either; it was in the pocket of my bag which was jammed at the end of the casket by my feet.
I had begun to doze off again when there was the sound of the back door of the hearse being opened up. I tensed up, ready to fight if necessary. I knew what Max had said to Cammie before we had started the trip, but there was no way that I'd sit idle if some border patrol guy was going to poke me with a gun.
I heard someone hop into the vehicle, and then there was the tell-tale sound of someone opening the casket next to me. There was a thump as Zach (who was in the casket) pushed the lid up and it hit the side of the car. I could just make out faint mumbling of a conversation but I couldn't catch the words.
After what seemed to be hours, I heard the latch on my casket being popped open and lid pulled up, "Come on," Zach almost shouted, "We need to go, now!"
I grabbed my bag from where it had been resting, "What's up?"
"There was some bad weather and we're almost an hour late…and I'm not sure how long our man will wait for us."
I nodded and followed him out of the hearse. We were in the center of a graveyard that seemed to stretch for miles and miles in every direction. There were stones of all shapes, sizes, ages, lots of different angel statues, and large mausoleums sat at random intervals. An icy blast hit me in the face as I jumped out, almost sending me to the ground.
With Zach behind me, we moved to Cammie who said, "So is this were we leave you guys?"
I turned to see the rest of the gang standing behind me, "All of us but Sam, ma'am. He'll be leadin' ya to your next stop," Sodapop said, coming forward with a grin and an outstretched hand, "But it was real nice to meet y'all."
Eric: "Yes, ta-ta 'til later!"
Mark: "Until we meet again."
Red: "Don't get killed, you'll give us a bad rep."
Max: * Grunt *
Cammie laughed at the mixed good-bye, "Goodbye for now!"
With that we set off after Sam, deeper into the graveyard just in front of a long line of dark gray snow clouds with the winter wind at our backs.
Okay, so another reason this chapter took so long is that I was reading Scorpia Rising the last Alex Rider book(But it wasn't out when I started this story so let's pretend it didn't happen, yes?)…let me just say that if you haven't read it yet you need to…you learn something about Smithers that made me go, 'HO-LY CRAP!'…and something that is REALLLLLLLLY sad! Tell me what you thought of it if you've read it!
It's a pretty intense book!
Review please!
Agent Striker