Tempest of Emotions
Chapter Seven- Closing In
"You know, this is starting to piss me off," Max grumbled from the back seat.
"I know, I know. How can anyone move so fast? How did they disappear like that? It was something out of a magic show or something," Concentrating on the road and scanning it for any sign of their favorite agent.
"We were hot on their trail! I mean, less than 100 yards and after one night they vanish? Logan didn't even know until we phoned him. How is that possible? He was watching that monitor of his 24/7, with help of course. They could be anywhere now." Asha was probably all over him by now, the mere thought of the blonde crawling all over Logan drove her to see red, bright bloody red.
Silence relapsed meanwhile as each individual pondered on the perplexing disappearance of White. They had been tracking him for nearly a month and yet, somehow, he gave them the slip. His entire caravan of black trucks and highly conspicuous band of suit-clad agents were completely gone without as much as a footprint. The three puzzled minds could not decide what to do and an incredibly idiotic plan was suggested that the two drive aimlessly in their stolen vehicle and maybe they would get lucky and stumble upon White. Obviously, the person who suggested the plan thought it was the only viable option and was border-lining genius, considering the circumstances. The other two grudgingly agreed, although both voiced that they thought the plan was nothing but a joy ride, but on the off chance they could find White, the pair set out.
"Stand at ease, soldier," White barked a direct order and it was immediately obeyed by the only other person in the room who snapped into attention while his sneering superior walked into the room, like he had always done his whole life. The perfect model soldier until he decided to go AWOL. "452 and 494 have been tracking their comrades for several months and have had no success yet. Needless to say, if they find them, they will not let go of the opportunity to save them, especially if they see that their comrades in danger. We are counting on that fact and also the knowledge that these two have been baited long enough and now, they will indeed attempt a rescue mission regardless of the dangers of the situation. Your orders, soldier, is to capture 452 when you have visual confirmation of her. We will take care of 494. Is that understood?!"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Good, you are dismissed. Report to the training grounds at 0600 hours."
"Sir, yes, sir!" The good soldier held his stance, even after his superior walked out. He had a big mission and still his wandering mind returned to ponder why his recent memories were so sharp; crystal-clear as if he memorized each and every second and burned them into his mind. And yet, he had disturbing dreams of him living in the outside world, a world he had only glimpses of and imagined about. He also dreamed of a different life, living among ordinary humans. What caused these horrible images? He stared outside the only window in his cell, barred so that he would not escape. Escape from what? How could they think that he would run away from the only thing he knew, from his only life.
The cold moonlight filtered in and washed his face with its rays, soften his hard features. Such strange nightmares, so real, they disturbed him. Dismissing such useless thoughts, he began to practice his hand-to-hand combat techniques. Each and every stance was perfect, drilled into his head, becoming second nature. Imaginary foes rose and fell with his increasing tempo. He must fight to redeem himself. He must kill; he must kill to rid his shame. He must be the perfect soldier, unflinching, hard and emotionless as he had been trained his whole life. Hesitating, he wondered what he had done to heap shame upon his name. He could remember nothing to indicate his isolation from his unit, from his siblings. He resumed his practice, vowing that he would regain his lofty status as CO again, he would obey each and every order perfectly and maybe one day he would lead his unit once more.
'Finally, she's asleep. I thought she was going to nag about White all day long. But how did they get away and so cleanly without a trace? Maybe they knew they were being followed. I told Max that inn was too close and having agents crawling all over the place, who had our faces plastered in their minds, did not help.'
His phone rang and Max woke up immediately to pick it up. Alec groaned inwardly, 'Great, I can't even get five minutes of silence to myself.'
"Hello?" Anxiously waiting for news.
"Hey Max, how's everyone?"
"We're fine. Did you get any news?" Heart beating faster with hope. Please let there be some clue!
"Good news, an informant of mine said she spotted a group of highly suspicious people who fit the description of White and his associates. They were spotted 10 miles due north east from your position."
"That's good news indeed. Thanks for coming through for us, Logan." She added as an afterthought. A feeble attempt to ignore the wall that had arose between them and the discovery that conversation was at best, uneasy, between them.
"No problem. I'll update you when I get more news. Bye Tenaciously clinging onto that dimming dream and wondering how long either was going to keep up the appearance of trying to make their precarious relationship work."
She sighed, they were getting closer and this time, they would not let their friends slip away again. They must save them as soon as possible. As they sped off to meet with White, each contemplated the outcome of their conflict.
A/N- Sorry I've been MIA for so long, but finals week is rearing its ugly head again and I am totally swamped w/ final products! One more week to go! So review, review, review!