After sitting in a tiny cell made out of titanium for about an hour, Jordan was reading to tear off her shoelaces and hang her self. The only thing that stopped her from doing so was because she couldn't bear the thought of not being able to see Alex.
In the first twenty minutes she conjured up a game. Actually, it wasn't really a game at all. For the last forty minutes she made up random rhythms and beats that she could make up with her hands, lags, elbows, and anything else she could think of. She made up about five different songs and while she was working on her sixth one the door swung open. Jordan jumped to her feet and her body tensed up immediately.
"Chill, Jor," Avery snickered as she walked into the room and handed her friend your revolting lunch that was probably out-dated.
"Oh… hey, Avery," she smiled weakly and then rubbed your head. She took the lunch from her and gobbled it down before she could closely examine it and see what she was really eating.
"Are you okay? I heard you were hit pretty hard," Jordan nodded and then the pain in her head suddenly returned.
After a long silence of looking awkwardly around the room and at each other, Avery finally spoke.
"Yassen wants to talk to you." Jordan nodded and decided she didn't even want to know what subject they would be talking about.
Jordan followed Avery out of the room and down a series of hallways. Along the way, guards were clapping and making rhythmic beats on their legs and tables while laughing at her as she walked by.
"So they saw my little show in the cell?" Jordan mumbled sadly and Avery chuckled and grinned widely.
"Yeah, and I must say you have a very good sense of rhythm," she laughed and Jordan held back the urge to shove her against the wall. She didn't need guns pointed at her at the moment.
Finally, they reached a bulletproof door with a keypad next to it. Avery quickly typed in a series of numbers and the door finally opened.
Good luck, Avery mouthed to her friend.
Thanks, Jordan mouthed back and then entered the room that only had a table and two chairs on either side of it. Yassen was sitting in one of the chairs facing her. An evil smile spread across his face when he saw her walk into the room.
"Ahhh… Jordan, long time no see," he chuckled and then motioned for her to sit down. She walked over to the empty seat and sat in it uncomfortably.
"What do you want?" she hissed with little patience left.
"That's no way to treat you teacher?" he told her sharply.
"You're not my teacher," she told him quickly. Soon, his hand whipped across her face leaving a huge mark on her cheek. Jordan stifled a gasp as a pain spread through the left side of her face quickly.
"I will always be your teacher!" he shouted, Jordan took this as her queue to shut up.
"Do you know why you're here?" he asked with a smile.
"Because you're insane," she stated blankly. Yassen's eyes closed tightly and he tried to control his temper. Finally he did and his eyes opened again.
"No, it's because you still won't stay out of our business. Even though you made it clear that you wanted nothing of us when you blind sighted us."
"Oh cum-awn," Jordan rolled her eyes which received another slap on the face from Yassen.
"I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS BEHAVIOR ANY LONGER!" he shouted loudly as he stood up, knocking his chair to the ground. This move only made Jordan giggled with delight.
"You are such a girl!" she laughed. This made his face burn with anger. He reached over the table and grabbed onto her shirt and pushed her with all of his might.
Jordan's back slammed against the wall and her laughing stopped.
"Since you're not able to cooperate with me, hopefully your boyfriend will help me talk some sense into you." She didn't need to look up to see the smirk on his face; she could hear it in his tone.
Yassen walked over to the corner of the room and pushed a red button and mumbled something in German.
After a minute, two guards entered the room and picked up Jordan by her arms and dragged her over to the wall.
Her eyes were blurred making it hard for her to see but she could faintly make out the shackles that they were strapping to her legs making her attached to the wall.
"Let's send a little video to Alex, shall we?"
In Chelsea, Alex sat in a fake bank across from Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt with an expression that clearly read 'I'm going to kill someone.'
"Alex," Mrs. Jones said sweetly, "we don't know where Jordan is but let me assure you that we're trying to find her.
Before Alex could respond his cell phone beeped. He rolled his eyes and pulled it out and saw that he was being asked to join a video chat.
He showed it to Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones and they told him to accept it.
Suddenly, as if he was stuck in a horror movie, Yassen's face appeared on the scream.
"Hello, Alex, great day isn't it?"
"What the hell do you want?" he snarled making Yassen laugh.
"Oh I don't think you want to be mean to me, Alex. See…" he turned to laptop over to Jordan who sat disorientated on the floor in chains, "I have something that you want."
"What are you doing to her!" he yelled making Jordan's attention finally focus once she finally saw Alex's face on the screen.
"Alex?" she whispered with a smile.
"Actually, Alex, we only had to punish her for helping you out with your little mission. We don't like it when our agents work with our enemies."
"What!?" Alex screeched and then looked up at the two adults trying to figure everything out.
"Oh, she didn't tell you? Well your girlfriend here worked for us until she screwed us over and started to work with your friends at MI6," he explained with an unpleasant tone, "Now, however, she has decided to come back to work with us."
"You, you're ly-lying," he stammered.
"I'm indeed not lying, Jordan can tell you the same thing." Yassen swung the laptop towards Jordan who was now sitting straight up and looking alert.
"Jordan…" Alex said slowly and prayed that what he all said was a lie.
"No… Alex," she whispered and before he could hear the rest he turned off his phone and furiously stood up.
"Alex, Yassen is-" Mrs. Jones started saying but he cut her off.
"Go to hell," he told them both and then ran out of the room.
When they became suddenly disconnected with Alex, Jordan couldn't help but cry. Alex now thought that she stabbed him in the back.
Yassen chuckled and then looked over at her.
"Now that Alex won't be interfering," Yassen smirked at her and then swung his leg and hit her hard on the head. She fell over on her side and he left her there as he left the room with a large smile on his face.
A/N: I'm not sure if I like this one or not… oh well. Anyways I feel SUPER DUPER bad about not updating soon. By the way if you're thinking Holy crap this sucks right now, don't worry it's getting better this is just a gap filler.
Anyways I might be able to update sometime this week but I seriously doubt it because track starts this week!!
ARG!! Stupid busy life!! ;)
God Bless,
~Hannah~