Ok, I lied. This isn't going to be a really long chapter. I have the
Florida Writes test coming up, and the Florida Comprehension Assessment
Test, and a math test. Yep I've been pretty busy making sure that I pass
the 8th grade. It isn't that hard, except for math. I'm sick today so I
managed to finish a short chapter. Oh well, I promise you the next chapter
will extremely long. Don't you just love optimism? I almost forgot!
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Before I could react I felt something collide with my head. I fought to stay conscious but they hit me again. Before I went completely under they dragged me towards the fire. "Now's the time, Agent Bristow. You have a choice. You can save yourself and Agent Vaughn or you can save your precious country. Which will it be?"
They pushed me closer to the fire. I shook my head trying to clear the murkiness that had come with the smoke and the blows to the head. Suddenly it hit me what he had meant by, 'save your precious country.' "You want us to work for you." I stated. Kendell chuckled, "very good Agent Bristow, considering the circumstances."
"Or what," I asked, "You'll kill us?"
"Well, I thought that was pretty obvious." He responded.
"Kendell, if you really want us to work for you, you would not kill us."
"Oh really?" He asked. I heard some movement behind me and Vaughn was dragged into my sight. He was shaking his head like he didn't know what was happening. They moved him to the fire and put his hand into it. He screamed at the sudden contact and tried to pull his hand away.
I struggled against my captors and tried to get to him. Finally, I relented. I could only take so much of this. "Fine!" I screamed. Immediately his hand was taken out of the fire.
I heard Kendell bark some orders and I felt myself being lifted into some kind of vehicle. But, I didn't care. What I had done was just starting to sink in. I had just agreed to work for Kendell, the new leader of SD-6. I had made that decision for Vaughn. I had said that he would work for them, betray our country, and who knows what else.
I quickly ran over the options in my head. We would obviously be under suspicion for a while, but we could wait and win their trust and then go back to the CIA. I mean they were probably dumb enough to fall for that. Weren't they? I glanced over at Kendell who was giving orders to someone. I wasn't very good, but I could read lips. But, before I could try he noticed me looking at him and turned around. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around and saw Vaughn. I hadn't even noticed them bring him in.
He was hiding his burnt hand behind his back. He looked like a little boy who had done something wrong. He waited for a moment, seeming to measure what he should say. "Come on, Vaughn." I silently urged. "Nothing you could say right now could be wrong."
"Syd, it's all my fault" He looked down at his hands. "I should have known that he knew that I knew. I almost killed you by coming here."
"Now that was wrong." I thought. I could see the pain, and the anger welling up in his eyes. I hated it when he did this.
"Vaughn, don't do this." I urged. "None of this was your fault. He would have done this anyways, even if you hadn't called me."
"No, Syd. This could have been avoided."
I sighed and covered his hand with my own. "There's nothing we can do about it, we can not change it, so I suggest that we just take it as it comes and we'll find some way out." He chuckled at my optimism. And I had to admit it was kind of funny. There we were, sitting in the back of a truck with psycho killers ready and waiting to stab us, and I was saying we'd find a way out. Ha! We were toast.
Before I could react I felt something collide with my head. I fought to stay conscious but they hit me again. Before I went completely under they dragged me towards the fire. "Now's the time, Agent Bristow. You have a choice. You can save yourself and Agent Vaughn or you can save your precious country. Which will it be?"
They pushed me closer to the fire. I shook my head trying to clear the murkiness that had come with the smoke and the blows to the head. Suddenly it hit me what he had meant by, 'save your precious country.' "You want us to work for you." I stated. Kendell chuckled, "very good Agent Bristow, considering the circumstances."
"Or what," I asked, "You'll kill us?"
"Well, I thought that was pretty obvious." He responded.
"Kendell, if you really want us to work for you, you would not kill us."
"Oh really?" He asked. I heard some movement behind me and Vaughn was dragged into my sight. He was shaking his head like he didn't know what was happening. They moved him to the fire and put his hand into it. He screamed at the sudden contact and tried to pull his hand away.
I struggled against my captors and tried to get to him. Finally, I relented. I could only take so much of this. "Fine!" I screamed. Immediately his hand was taken out of the fire.
I heard Kendell bark some orders and I felt myself being lifted into some kind of vehicle. But, I didn't care. What I had done was just starting to sink in. I had just agreed to work for Kendell, the new leader of SD-6. I had made that decision for Vaughn. I had said that he would work for them, betray our country, and who knows what else.
I quickly ran over the options in my head. We would obviously be under suspicion for a while, but we could wait and win their trust and then go back to the CIA. I mean they were probably dumb enough to fall for that. Weren't they? I glanced over at Kendell who was giving orders to someone. I wasn't very good, but I could read lips. But, before I could try he noticed me looking at him and turned around. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around and saw Vaughn. I hadn't even noticed them bring him in.
He was hiding his burnt hand behind his back. He looked like a little boy who had done something wrong. He waited for a moment, seeming to measure what he should say. "Come on, Vaughn." I silently urged. "Nothing you could say right now could be wrong."
"Syd, it's all my fault" He looked down at his hands. "I should have known that he knew that I knew. I almost killed you by coming here."
"Now that was wrong." I thought. I could see the pain, and the anger welling up in his eyes. I hated it when he did this.
"Vaughn, don't do this." I urged. "None of this was your fault. He would have done this anyways, even if you hadn't called me."
"No, Syd. This could have been avoided."
I sighed and covered his hand with my own. "There's nothing we can do about it, we can not change it, so I suggest that we just take it as it comes and we'll find some way out." He chuckled at my optimism. And I had to admit it was kind of funny. There we were, sitting in the back of a truck with psycho killers ready and waiting to stab us, and I was saying we'd find a way out. Ha! We were toast.