Author's note: No idea what this chapter was doing, my brain just wrote itself…
"Ok, now slowly put your foot down on the pedal… slowly, slower. Good. Keep it just there…"
Patrick stared straight ahead, hands gripping the steering wheel in concentration.
"Right, now I want you to slow down in a minute and come to a stop at the side of the road."
Patrick nodded at the driving instructor and focused on the task, which he completed smoothly. He turned the key and the engine fizzled to a stop.
"Well done Patrick! You're a natural!"
Patrick smiled. His driving instructor, Susan Darcy smiled back.
"Well, it's been an hour. That's the end of today's lesson; I'll see you next week, same time."
Patrick undid his seatbelt and nodded, stepping out of the car.
"See you next week!"
The car pulled away as Patrick walked along the street back towards the Visualise headquarters. Teresa had planned for the 'break in' to be today. Patrick would never admit it but he was actually quite nervous. He walked back to his room and waited for the clock to show 11am. That was when it would all begin.
…
Teresa walked down the hall with Grace. The plan was set, it was 11am. Teresa began….
"HELP! FIRE!"
She pressed the lever. A large ringing noise began as the fire alarm blared through the corridors. Teresa moved away, ushering people out of the people, hoping it would give Patrick enough time.
…
Patrick heard the alarm. He stood up and left his room as one of the staff ran past him towards the girl's dormitories. The plan must be working. He made his way along the wall, turning left into the corridor where the office was. Patrick suddenly stepped back behind the wall. Brett Stiles walked out of his office, locking the door securely behind him. Patrick sneaked forward to the door, taking the straightened paper clip out of his pocket. He looked around nervously. There was no-one around. The paper clip rattled in the lock, eventually producing a click as the door opened. Patrick stepped in, closing the door behind him. He needed to be quick, if he wasn't outside for role call the plan would fail. Patrick looked around him. Desk, chairs, bookcase, shelf, filing cabinets. There. Patrick ran forward and shifted the paper clip in the lock on the tall metal block.
"Come on… open…"
Patrick muttered under his breath. The alarm still rang out in his ears. There was a snap as the filing cabinet yielded. Patrick filtered through the files, stopping at B. Rachel Bauman. The alarm stopped. He removed the file and turned around.
"Can I help you with something Patrick?"
Patrick near jumped out of his skin. The door was closed but stood in front was the blonde receptionist. Patrick stood rooted to the spot.
"Uh…"
The woman took a step forward.
"What are you doing in here? You know there's a fire…"
Patrick swallowed and nodded.
"Mr Stiles told me to collect my vent video… he… uh… wants to see it again…"
Patrick screwed up his face in annoyance at himself. Really, that was the best excuse he could come up with? The woman moved towards him, taking the file out of his hands.
"Is your name Rachel Bauman?"
Patrick shook his head.
"Then why do you have her file?"
Patrick shrugged. He made another feeble excuse.
"I was trying to find mine…"
Patrick went to move towards the door to get out but the woman grabbed his arm, sitting him down firmly on the chair behind the desk. Patrick pulled his arm away.
"What are you doing?"
The receptionist smirked, taking out a silver gun from the desk drawer. Patrick breathed in sharply.
"I've never really understood why they put kids on undercover jobs sometimes. It never works…"
Patrick looked in bemusement at her. She laughed a breathy laugh.
"Don't think I'm stupid Mr Jane. I knew before you even came here. Did you like the cheap jewellery, the baggy clothes? All for effect, I knew you'd notice."
Patrick shifted in the chair, watching the gun intently. The woman continued.
"Oh and then I overheard your plan to steal the video and it was all just… too easy."
Patrick licked his dry lips and spoke.
"You killed Rachel?"
The women laughed again.
"Of course I killed Rachel! She was going to rat me out to the police… she found out about the drugs ring I was running, stupid bitch…"
Patrick swallowed. The woman moved closer with the gun.
"Now, Mr Jane, it's your turn…"
Patrick covered his head in his hands and ducked as the woman took a step forward. He heard the creak of a door and flinched as he heard gunshots. There was no pain, silence. Slowly Patrick lifted his head. Lying on the floor in front of him was the receptionist, a pool of blood steadily developing from her stomach. He looked up to the door. A smoking gun barrel, long dark wavy hair.
"Teresa…"
The girl moved towards him, kicking the gun away from the dead body just in case. She put an arm on the boy's shoulder.
"You ok?"
Patrick smiled and nodded.
"Never better."
…
Minnelli was sat at his desk; the teens were on the beanbags.
"Good job guys. You cut it kind of close though… Brett Stiles is thankful for your help, he's a little annoyed by the blood stain on the carpet but I'm sure that's not a big issue!"
The teens giggled. Minnelli looked at Teresa.
"You ok Tess? You have just killed someone…"
Teresa nodded and smiled.
"Yeah I'm fine, it was actually kind of therapeutic!"
Patrick put an arm around her waist and looked in her bright green eyes.
"Thanks for saving me."
Teresa grinned.
"Again!"
The pair laughed and hugged tightly. Wayne and Grace shared a hug. There was a loud knock on the door. Minnelli shouted "Enter" and a girl walked in slowly. She had bright pink and blonde hair and was wearing bright pink boots.
"Uh, sir. I've been asked to collect Kimball Cho. A teacher wants to speak to him."
Cho looked confused but stood up next to the girl. Minnelli nodded and spoke.
"Alright, see you later Cho. Oh, just wait…"
Cho and the girl turned around to face Minnelli once more. He looked questioningly at the girl. She looked back innocently.
"What's your name?"
Minnelli's tone was inquisitive. The girl smiled, flicking her hair back behind her head.
"It's Summer…"