The room was dark...dank...and all ready depressing.
There was nothing in the room. How classic prison style. wait...
Midnight Sky's form was laying against the wall. His back turned to us, and his black hair matted.
"Midnight?" I whispered.
Move...move...move...The wish matched the pusling of my heart. It hammered against my ribcage so hard I felt that it was impossible for Cannon not to hear it.
Groggily the form turned. "GET THE HECK AWAY FROM ME YOU CRETIN!"
I grinned.
"Gosh, it's just us. Cretin yourself. And what kind of insult was that, pebble brain." Cannon smirked.
"It's us Midnight."
Midnight sat up and stared at the two of us. His jaw was battered and bruised, his hair was matted with I now saw was blood.
"You're really sneaky. Yeah. Let's stage a rescue with more of your sicko clones and get information out of Midnight Sky. I am so not fooled. I have half a mind to kill you both right here and now."
"Dollface. I say we leave him." Cannon smirked bigger.
I glared at him, even though I knew he was kidding. How can he joke right now? Oh my gosh, this guy has no perspective of anything.
"If you're who you say you are, then what did you eat for dinner?"
"Finished a coke, then fries and a burger." I walked towards him tentivly.
His features relaxed and he glanced between us. "Is it really you guys?"
"Alive and in the flesh. You're in the flesh at least. You don't use the bathroom in here do you?" Cannon glanced around.
"No." He looked at our guns. "How'd you guys get past the guards?"
"There were no guards..." I began.
But it was too late.
I knew, even without hearing them.
I whirled around, guns blazing, but it was too late.
Out of the shadows, a gun was shoved agianst Cannon's head, and Cannon was knocked to the ground, with the agent on top of him. "Put the gun down Silver, put it down or lover boys are both so dead."
I looked at him. "You the only one?"
"A gunshot will change that."
"Midnight..." I started to glance behind me, but another door on the side of the cell has give way for an agent to take him.
I covered both, a gun in each hand.
"You guys are so not going to get away with this."
"That's what they all say." The agent shoved the gun deeper into Cannon's head.
"And normally, the good guy is right too."
"That's because they don't make movies about the good guys who die. Drop it, five...four...three..."
I let the guns fall down with a clatter and put my hands behind my head, defeated.
Cannon's eyes bugged out in surprise.
"You're not supposed to care, idiot." He yelled at me.
"GOSH, LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled back (A/N Yes, added because of that god-awful movie Napoleo Dynomite)
His tone softened. "Why?"
I kicked the gun to the agent pinning him down and shrugged.
"Idea. You guys can all have a great time in the holding cell. I'm tired of springing traps on little SITs that don't know which was was up. Silver, if you were a real agent, you would have shot us both, risking their lives for the good of the mission."
"If people die, it rather ruins the point of the mission doesn't it?" I asked softly.
He glared at me and held a gun level to my chest. "Well what if I flippin' kill you now?"
