Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I'm glad you guys liked it, anywho, I'm missing the darling NileyDreamCatcherr a.k.a. Hunter, where are you?! Here's the next chapter.
Miley's P.O.V.
I started panicking, and a spy should never panic. This made me panic even more, what would we do? Alfie had a stinking TRACKER! Wait, he had a tracker on Nick? How? Oh, I could just feel the panic attack coming on now. Suddenly, Nick whispered quietly, "We're going to be fine."
I don't know whether he was trying to console himself or me, but it helped.. slightly. We waited for two seconds, but what seemed to be forever in the cramped, dark space, straining our ears to hear what Alfie would say next.
"According to this techno thing." he said,"They're right here." We heard a clunk on the granite above our heads, obviously Alfie (or the thug's) thick meaty hand. Nick grimaced, I was about to pass out, and I was the spy. I rolled my eyes, 'Miley, we've already gone through this, no matter what, stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.' I said in my head. Stay calm became my mantra. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.
"Uh, no. They're not." Mi- uh- oh yeah, Michael said. I sighed-in my head of course, most people would crack under the pressure of a big guy with a huge scar along his cheek, Michael was brave.
"Oh. They're not, are they? Then you wouldn't mind me searching this store, would you?" growled the thug, who was trying to follow Alfie's example. It came out so much more like a grown man whining.
"Yes, yes I would, by the power the manager vested in me-" started Michael.
"I don't care about your danged manager, WE'RE GOING TO SEARCH THIS PLACE!" roared Alfie.
"I'm going to call the police.." said Michael, " starting.. now. Uh, hello? Yeah, hey, Officer Blake, this is Michael. Yeah, I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind if you returned the glass plate late. Oh- uh, I mean, there's a maniac ransacking-"
There was a crash overhead, then I heard Alfie in the fakest voice ever, "Hello? Yes, I am so sorry, Officer, just some kid messing around with the phone," he paused, "Uh-huh, yes, kid's these days. Ok. Bye."
I groaned quietly, there go the police, but it might have been better that way, then they wouldn't be able to meddle with the CIA stuff. Nick bumped his head on the cabinet door, I glared at him with all the daggers I could come up with, he was so dead. 2 seconds went by, and I thought, maybe, just maybe, Alfie hadn't heard, but then they started talking again.
"What was that?" Alfie asked, suspicion dripping from his voice.
"Oh. Um. That was me... I closed the cabinet." Michael choked out.
"Uh-huh. Ok, well, I'm sure it'll be ok to check in that cabinet then, since I'm sure Nick Grey isn't in there."
"No! Uh- I mean-" stuttered Michael.
Then there was a crash, only what I could guess as Michael hitting the floor. Oh no, heavy footsteps sounded on the floor outside, getting closer every second, and finally it stopped. Right in fron of the two cabinet doors. The two small doors slowly opened, letting bright light flood into the dark cabinet. I squinted, and saw.. a large, dark shape: Alfie.
Nick's P.O.V.
My breath caught in my throat when Alfie and his thug yanked us out of the cabinet. Once my eyes were adjusted to the light, I could make out Alfie's crooked smile next to my face, and I could faintly see a very bewildered Michael amongst fallen appliances in a huge heap on the floor. Alfie twisted Miley's arms behind her back so that it was impossible for her to escape, the thug, who looked pretty skinny for a thug, just put on handcuffs. Alfie and the thug pushed us toward the entrance, but then, old Mr. Florentini stood up in front of the door way.
"If you want to get out, your going to have to go through me." he said in his shaky old man voice while waving his cane.
I shook my head slightly, trying to tell him in my telepathic ways, Get out of the way! But then Mrs. Florentini stood up as well, and spoke, "Me too!"
"Me too!" chorused the rest of the store, as they made their way to the entrance, many of them with their arm folded across their chests.
Panic flitted in and out of Alfie's face, and for a second, I thought, maybe, this would work. But a sly smile appeared on Alfie's face as he drew out a small gun from his coat pocket. I groaned, we'd been so close. My friends looked terrified, I was sure most of them had never seen a gun in their life, quite frankly, I'd never seen a gun in my life. The small crowd of my friends in front of the door, parted slowly, I glanced desperately at Miley and knew what I had to do.
Mwahaha. Yes, it is a cliff-er. I know it's cliffy but I prefer cliff-er. I'm making way for Niley-ness, so don't let the spy stuff bog you down. I personally think this was an ok chapter, just not great, y'know? Well I know someone out there will take pity on me and review. REVIEW, DARLINGS!
-toastyenchilada