AN: Sorry it's been a while. Hope you enjoy the next chapter. Please review and tell me what you think, good, bad or whatever :) Kallie xx


Chapter 17

3rd POV

"Right, so everyone knows what they're doing?" asked Frank for the third time.
Carrie glanced at Kittie and rolled her eyes who smiled and stuck out her tongue in reply. "Yes Frank. Kittie and I are going to the location that Jack has sent us, wearing the trackers you have given us. You and Rose will stay here and monitor everything until we stop moving. You two will then drive to the location, wait nearby and come and get us when you lose contact with either of us or when either of us is dead."
"Carrie this is serious! You can't afford to mess around when the life of your team member is at stake," cried Frank.
"Geez, Frank, I was just messing. You and Rose will come and get us once we've got Oscar and one of us calls you."
Kittie stepped forward and looked at Frank. "We know what we're doing and I'm not about to let Oscar spend a minute longer there than necessary. We've spent too long planning this and making sure nothing will go wrong." What she didn't say were her own fears about what could go wrong.
Frank nodded. "You're right. You two got your costumes?"
Kittie smiled. "Yes, right down to the bright red combat boots."
Frank smiled. "Okay. Carrie, Kittie, you better get going. You still need to get changed before you meet Jack. Absolutely under no circumstances can you two get caught looking like yourselves."
Carrie flashed him a smile and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, we won't," she replied skipping over to the staircase. "Come on Kittie," she called.
Kittie smiled. "Just give me two seconds. Why don't you go up and get your hair sorted out and I'll be along in a minute."
"Okay." Carrie skipped up the stairs.

Frank turned and looked at Kittie. "So, what is it that you wanted to say?"
Kittie shifted nervously, fiddling with her hair. "Um, Frank, if… if anything happens to me, can you make sure Jack gets out alright and that someone looks after the little ones and… and please don't let Michael do anything rash."
"I won't, Kittie, but you don't need to worry. Nothing is going to happen. Your plan is too thought through, so don't worry about it. Now go. You can't afford to be late."
Kittie smiled weakly. "You're right. See you in a bit." She picked up her rucksack and climbed up the stairs.
Rose looked at Frank. "You've got something planned just in case something goes wrong, haven't you?"
Frank rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, yes. There's always a back-up plan, just in case."
"A back-up plan." Rose shook her head. "Oh Frank."

Kittie's POV

I stood outside my "house" with Carrie, waiting for Jack, just in case someone had come with him or was watching us. Carrie looked at me and smiled. "Hey, stop worrying. It will be fine. Relax."
"But what if we mess up?" I replied. "What if something goes wrong and he gets hurt or even killed? And what would they do to us?" I began pacing up and down the driveway nervously, biting my nails – a habit I thought I'd dropped. "We could get in so much trouble for this you know. If something happens to him…. I could never forgive myself. What if –"
Carrie grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of her. "Stop it, just stop. You aren't thinking. You are… you will be one of the world's greatest spy's. Today SKUL are going to see just how good you are and how much they are missing. Relax Cass. You need to calm down."
I nodded. "I know, I know." I fiddled with my black wig and looked at her. "You really think so? Huh." I stopped and smiled. "You're right. They're crazy if they don't want me."
"Think so little sis?" asked a voice from behind.
I spun round to see who it was. I walked up to my brother and glared at him. "I know so," I replied, cocking my hip.

We stood staring at each other for a moment, neither of us moving or blinking. Then he smiled.
"Good. Not freaking out. We could make a SKUL agent out of you yet."
"Don't count on it," sneered the guy standing behind him.
I looked at him and blinked, taking in his whole 6 feet, wait 6 feet 2 inches, the small white scar on his chin where he'd been cut many years ago, his cold back eyes, army-neat uniform and heavy black boots. Of course there were other details I noticed but I don't need to go into them.
Carrie looked at him, smiling sweetly. "Really? You don't know anything about us."
He smiled cruelly. "Well I know she is related to that thing," he said pointing at me and then Jack, "which is all I need to know. Plus you're kids. Kids don't belong in the world of spies and danger."
I stared at him. One, he'd just used Jack to insult me. Two, what the heck did he have against my brother and three, did a bad guy just say kid spies were a bad idea because it's too dangerous? Has the world gone mad?

Luckily for me, Carrie was with it and jumped to my defence. "And you would know all about that would you? A big tough guy like you not wanting us kids to get hurt?"
She placed her hand on the small of his arm and his face slowly reddened. Jack turned around trying not to laugh, obviously having not heard the insult or just ignoring it like it was normal.
I smiled and looked at Jack. "So, who's your friend Barney?"
"This is Pete," he replied yawning. "He wanted to check that you were real. He thought I'd lied about my amazing little sister, following in her big brothers footsteps."
He ruffled me hair and I moved away from him, glaring. "I'm only one year younger than you. So are we going then?"

Pete moved away from Carrie and looked at me. "In a hurry are we?"
I turned to look at him. "Yes actually. I have better things to do on my Saturday than beating your niece in a challenge because you don't like my brother and think "kids don't belong in the world of spies". I never wanted to get involved in any of this, but if you have a problem with my brother, you have a problem with all of us and I am going to keep my family's honour by showing you that you are wrong."
He stared at me a little shocked and shook his head smiling. "Well she's definitely got your attitude. Come on the, let's go."
Carrie nodded. "Okay Pete, you're driving? Well, I call shot gun then." Before anyone else moved, she'd walked over to the car and climbed in the front passenger seat of the black jeep.

I smiled and looked at Jack. "Trust Angel to call shot gun that quickly."
He smirked and steered me over to the car. "Yep." Before we got to the car, he grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Don't worry, it will be alright, I promise. They won't know what hit them."
I shifted nervously and looked over at Pete who had just got into the driver's seat. "What if something goes wrong? What if… What if he gets hurt, or you get hurt because of what we're doing?"
"Don't worry, it's all sorted. You will be able to pull this off, I promise. If things go wrong we have a back-up plan. But they shouldn't; besides, you have had every detail worked out, down to what happens to me because of you. It's ok little sis." He cupped his hand on my cheek and kissed my forehead. "Come on, we better get going before Pete has a hissy fit."

On cue, Pete slammed his hand on the horn, making me jump. Jack laughed and let go. "Alright, alright," he yelled opening the car door. "Keep your hair on old man."
Pete's response was muffled and I smiled, looking at Jack. "I don't know what you did to make him hate you, but please, don't do it again. I don't want to start a family feud."
Jack smiled and bowed mockingly. "As you wish milady."
I glared and opened my mouth to argue. Jack shook his head. "Just get in the car Cass." Still glaring, I climbed into the back of the car and sat down on a spotlessly clean leather seat.

Pete looked back as Jack climbed into the car next to me and glowered. "If you two are quite ready, we can get going," he growled as the engine roared into life.
Carrie shot me a sympathetic glance and started chatting to Pete about cars. I smiled and shook my head. Jack looked at me. "What? What is it?"
"Nothing. Just," I looked at him and lowered my voice, "he doesn't seem that bad, once you get past the grumbling and the fact that he hates you."
Jack threw back his head, roaring with laughter. "Oh Cass, you do make me laugh sometimes."
Pete looked up again glaring and turned back to Carrie, now talking about his favourite car Bessie.
I smiled. "Well that's nothing new. Any tips brother dearest?"
Jack shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't give you any, other than just be your usual know-it all annoying self. It may be considered cheating and whilst we will do anything to gain an advantage, I don't think Pete would approve. One thing I can tell you is if the Grand Master does watch your little competition, do not insult General Flopsy."
I looked at him confused. "Gen… Oh, right, the rabbit."
Jack looked at me a little scared. "He's not just a rabbit. He's the Grand Master's most trusted ally. Don't you dare call him the rabbit when you get there!"
I held my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay." I leant back against the headrest and sighed fingering my necklace. "If you don't mind, I'm going to have a nap. There's no telling how long you're going to drive around so Angel and I have no idea where we're going." I closed my eyes and rested my head on Jack's shoulder. Soon it would all be over.


I stood watching Carrie sparing against one of the SKUL thugs. Many were cheering on their comrade, but surprisingly a few were cheering on Carrie. I blinked as it made me realise that maybe they weren't all bad, some were just more corrupt than others. I shook my head. I can't think about people like Oscar's mum now. I looked up and saw Carrie sat on top of the SKUL agent smiling and acting like it was nothing – mind you, knowing Carrie and her gymnastic skills, it may have been, nothing that is. I looked at her and blinked. She knew what was coming next.

I got up and went over to a group of the SKUL guards who had been watching me. "Excuse me, do any of you gentlemen happen to know where I can find a ladies room?" I cocked my hip and fluttered my eyelashes, causing a couple of them to blush and look away. One of them gulped and stepped forward - a young man of about 20, clean shaven with shoulder length brown hair that was neatly combed. "I'll show you around miss… miss…"
I giggled, inwardly cursing this cover. "Cassie, my name's Cassie. No miss or anything, just Cassie."
He gulped. "Yes m- Cassie."
I looked over at Carrie who stood up and helped the SKUL guard to his feet. "Ange, coming?"
She shook her head. "No thanks. These nice gentlemen were going to tell me some stories of what they do here at SKUL and if we're gonna be round here, it would be nice to know the stories."
I nodded. "Alright, I'll be back in a bit after…." I glanced at my guide who gulped "uh James." I smiled at him, "after James has shown me to the ladies room."
Carrie nodded and grinned mischievously. "Alright, don't linger or get lost though."
I gasped, feigning outrage. "I would never… what do you take me for? And I thought you knew me."
She smiled and shook her head. "You forget how much I do know you. Now, don't try to deny it, just go and have fun." She leant towards me and whispered "with you boy-toy."

I spun on my heel, and strode out, doing my best to be dramatic and annoyed with her, even though I knew it was all an act. We both knew what we had to say. This had to look like I was annoyed with her, otherwise her reason for leaving may not work.
James hurried out after me. "Miss, uh Cassie, Cassie wait."
I stopped and blushed. "Sorry. Sometimes she can be so annoying. I have half a mind just to leave instead of waiting for Pete's niece because my stupid big brother couldn't play nice."
"Please don't go," called James and I looked up at him in surprise. Surely it couldn't be this easy.
"Please, stay. You're the first interesting thing to happen to this place and it would be a shame if you left."
I looked up at him with large eyes brimming with tears. "You mean that?"
"I do." He smiled and leant in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss that never came.
"C-come on. The toilets are this way."

I opened my eyes and saw him walking down the corridor. I sighed. Okay, so maybe not so easy. Trust me to find a SKUL guy with a bit of honour. I hurried down the corridor, a little puzzled at the lack of guards around. I thought SKUL were more organised than this. "James, where… where is everyone?" I asked, slotting my arm through his and smiling.
"Well, because of the opening for would-be SKUL agents like yourself, security has been increased around the entrance rather than within. Even MI9 wouldn't risk a cover today, not with all the agents around here."
Yeah, you wish, I thought. Little do you know that this was all because of me. I shook my head. Not now. I didn't want to think about that now. Sometimes having a conscience sucks.
"Don't you worry, you're perfectly safe here," he said, stopping and looking at me. "I'll keep you safe."
I smiled and felt tears running down my cheeks. Yep, having a conscience sucks sometimes.

"Hey, hey. There's no need to cry. You're perfectly safe here."
I shook my head. "I'm not scared. It's just no-one, not even Barney has ever said they'll keep me safe before. And here with you, I don't have to act all tough and like I can do anything. I'm still a girl." I laughed and wiped my eyes. "Look at me, I'm a mess. Just give me a couple of minutes to clean up." I turned to go, looked back and kissed his cheek. At the last minute he turned his head and I kissed him on the lips. I was surprised by how warm they were, less about him kissing me back. I drew back breathlessly and smiled, imagining he was Oscar and not some SKUL guy. "I…I…"
He blinked and turned away, a little embarrassed? Ashamed? Great, so here was me with a conscience, and the guy I was having to… use had a conscience himself. So much for the bad guy being bad. This was definitely going to be hard for me morally.
"Sorry. I don't know what came over me. You… you just looked so beautiful I couldn't resist."
I smiled. An opening, at last. "You think that I look beautiful? Wait just one second."

I ran into the bathroom, leaving him standing there. I ran over to the sink, surprised at the amount of room there was and turned on the tap. Luckily I hadn't messed up my make-up with the crying. I quickly applied more mascara and lipstick, checked the wig was ok and opened the bathroom door, stepping out. I looked at James nervously and let my "hair" fall in front of my face slightly. "Well? Does I still look ok?"
He blinked and I blushed a little. "You uh know I said you were beautiful? I… You are so beautiful."
He stepped towards me quickly and kissed me. I flung my arms around his neck and turned so that his back was against the bathroom door, kissing him back. He ran his hands down me and I tried not to shudder. I knotted my hands in his hair and pulled back, my mouth by his ear.
"Not here. What if someone sees? I don't want people to think I'm cheap. There's no-one in the bathroom," I whispered, running my fingers along his arm.
He shook his head. "No, no. This is wrong. I'm just taking advantage of you. I'm sorry."

I stepped back. "You're not taking advantage. This is what I want. I want you. Ever since I saw you, I wanted you," I said with fingers crossed behind my back. "But if that's how you feel, I'm sure one your friends would be willing to show me a good time, to take my mind off my jerk of an ex." I tossed my hair over my shoulder and slowly walked away, counting to ten in my head.
"Cassie, wait," he called.
I turned back around and with each word, I took a step forward. "Why should I? You just told me no. Why should I wait for you?" My face was level with his and I thanked Frank for the bonus-height within the boots, and the fact that this guy wasn't incredibly tall.
He kissed me, a little desperately. "Because I was wrong." He kissed me again, this time his hand on my shoulder, as if he was trying to stop me from pulling away. "Because I made a mistake." He kissed me deeply, his other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him. "Because I want you," he whispered, dragging me into the bathroom behind him.

He kissed me hungrily, his hands running down my body, fumbling with my clothes. I smiled, kissing him back as I flung my arms around his neck, thanking God that this wasn't Oscar after all. I'd never known anyone so needy. As he pulled me closer, I pulled back and smiled. He stopped and looked at me a little puzzled. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just… Close your eyes." I really didn't want to do this but I had no choice. I was a spy after all and sometimes these things couldn't be helped. I just hoped he would listen to me without questioning what I wanted, but then again, it looked like he would.
He closed his eyes obediently, a small smile on his lips, obviously expecting something different, thank goodness. It wouldn't be a good idea to be caught now.

Slowly I reached into one of my boots and pulled out a thick metal pole about the length of my hand. Silently I muttered a prayer to not kill him; I didn't want any blood on my hands, let alone a death and swung the pole. I clipped his head with the right velocity, instantly knocking him unconscious. I caught him as he fell and laid him on the ground, checking his pulse to make sure he was still alive – he was. I dragged him into one of the cubicles and tied his hands to one of the pipes, slapping a patch on his forehead that would keep him out cold for longer – thanks to my amazing friends from America.
"Sorry," I whispered as I shut the door. "It's nothing personal but I already like someone else and I'm not what you want." I sighed and walked out of the bathroom, turning right, heading towards the room Jack said Oscar was in. "There shouldn't be anyone there. No-one's going to feel the need to keep an eye on him, he's not going anywhere," I recalled Jack saying.

My travels led me down several flights of stairs to a thick metal door. I smiled, knowing just how useful it is to have someone on the inside in a place like this. MI9 may be secret but it was welcoming to its agents and fellow agents from other countries, most of the time. This place… was very, very secretive, after all it is the Secret Kriminal Underground League. I pulled back the bolts and peered into the dimly lit room. At least they'd left him with some light rather than none. I know how much he hates it. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I took in the details of the place Oscar had been held in for the last week and a half. To my left I heard a rattle of chains and saw someone chained up in the darkest corner of the room. I just hoped it was Oscar and that this was the right room or that he hadn't been moved and replaced by someone else.

"Whoever you are, if you're here to kill me, then go ahead because I'm not telling you anything," called a voice through the darkness.
I smiled relieved and stepped towards Oscar. "What I have in mind isn't half as bad as killing you for allowing yourself to get caught Oscar Dixon-Halliday."
He stopped moving. "K-Kittie?"
"Yes you dolt," I answered as I reached him and started undoing the chains. "Did you really think we were going to leave you here? Well, did you?"
"Well, I was beginning to have my doubts, especially with you."
I stopped and looked at him. "You… Wait, what's that supposed to mean?"
He glared at me. "You know exactly what that means. Did Frank make you come and get me?"
"No, of course not. I wanted to come and rescue you."
"Does Stark know about this? Did he send you?"
I shook my head and undid the left manacle. "No. He didn't send me and he doesn't know I'm here. He hates me and you, remember?"
"So it's a suicide mission then. Some rescue you turned out to be."
I stopped and looked at him again, this time a little hurt. "Now, what's the good in thinking like that? I'm not on my own. Carrie's here too and Frank and Rose aren't that far away."
He snorted. "Yeah. That makes me feel so much better."
I glared at him. "Would you rather I just left you here then, seeing as you're not willing to accept help from me or the rest of our team because it's so hopeless?" I mean seriously, why couldn't he just man up and accept my help. Or maybe SKUL had broken him so much that he never saw the positive anymore. It was possible.
"Yes."
"Fine."
"Fine."

"Fine," I said quietly, dropping the chains. "Have a nice life then Oscar, here in a SKUL cell. Good luck getting out of here without my help. I won't bother you again." I turned and started to walk away, trying not to cry. He didn't even want my help, or maybe he had been broken by them.
I heard him sigh. "Kittie, wait. I… I… Can you help me? Please? I don't want to stay here any longer and I could use your help."
I stopped and turned back round. "You… You want my help? Even though it's me? Even though it's me and you hate me?"
"I don't… I don't hate you."
I finished undoing his chains and caught him as he fell forward. He was definitely lighter than the SKUL guy but that may be because of the lack of food as I doubt they would have fed their prisoner. "You don't hate me huh? Well, from the way you've been treating me, I beg to differ. Can you walk?"
He glared at me and took a few shaky steps forward. "I don't hate you, I just don't like you."
"Oh, well, glad we sorted that out." I held my hands out and caught him as he fell forward again. "Come on, lean on me and then we can get out of here."

"Oh I don't think you're going anywhere."
I looked up. Stood in the doorway was a lady dressed head to toe in black – typical SKUL agent. "You and who, may I ask? Or, sorry, you and who's army?" I asked.
Oscar looked at me nervously. "Don't bate her."
"Why not?" I hissed.
"The boy is right. So, who are you really? You're definitely not SKUL."
"Me? I'm nobody, just someone who doesn't like you chaining people up against their will."
"He's not a person, he's a spy. Let me guess… Might I be in the presence of Honey Harper?"
I bowed mockingly, letting go of Oscar. "You are indeed, congratulations on figuring it out. Who might you be?"
"My name is Millicent. So is Barney's little sister even real or is he an MI9 spy too?"
I laughed. "That stick in the mud? No, he could never be. He's too bad, well too good at being bad. His sister does really want to be one of you but she's currently tied up and won't be going anywhere, much like your little SKUL guy who's tied up in the ladies toilets."
"You little –" she snarled.
"Now, now, watch your language, but yes I am that good. I think we'll be going now." I helped Oscar to his feet and we made our way to the door again.

"Oh no, I'm afraid that's impossible." She grabbed hold of my shoulder, pulling me back and spinning me around. I lost my hold on Oscar, stepped on her foot, and dug my nails under Millicent's, causing her to scream and let go; a little trick I picked up thanks to Cammie.
"You'll pay for that!" she cried, throwing a punch at my face. I dodged, grabbed hold of her waist and threw her over my hip, mentally thanking Abbey for that one. She landed on the ground with a thud, leapt to her feet and launched herself at me again.
"K-Honey, look out!" shouted Oscar and I turned, catching her in the face with my elbow. I hit her left knee causing her to buckle and I swept her feet out from under her. She hit the ground a lot harder this time, her head hitting the concrete with a sickening crack.

I stood over her warily, waiting to see if she moved or if I'd killed her, which as a spy would be great, one less agent to worry about, but for my conscience would be very very bad. When she didn't move, I checked her pulse just to make sure she was alive then rushed over to Oscar, helping him to his feet. "Come on, let's get out of here before she comes to."
Oscar nodded. "For once, I agree with you."
I draped his arm around my shoulders and we made our way out of the room and along the corridor. I pulled out my phone. "Carrie, get out of there now. Make whatever excuses you have to, just get out of there. Meet us at the front entrance. I have to call Frank." I hung up and dialled again. "Frank, can you come and get us now please. He's… well you'll see for yourself." I hung up and smiled at Oscar. "Come on , let's just get you out of here."
"Amen to that," I heard him mutter and I laughed.

Rose's POV

I crouched, waiting behind a couple of bins as I watched my team come out from what must have been the SKUL base. Carrie and Kittie were on either side of Oscar, supporting him as he struggled to walk. Frank followed the trio, watching out for danger. He just wanted to keep us safe, which was why I was here. I looked at Oscar, wondering what on earth they'd done to him whilst he'd been there. I winced. His shirt or rather what was left if it, hung limply around his body which was mostly a dark mass of multi-coloured bruising. I can't believe they did this to him. Last time I'd seen him… he'd been so strong, physically and mentally, even if mentally he'd been angry. Now… Now he just looked defeated, broken. He didn't even care that his broken form was having to lean on Kittie rather heavily, his bare feet were stumbling over the uneven ground. It even looked like he was having a little trouble breathing. I just hope he wasn't suffering from a punctured lung.

I watched them coming towards me, then remembered I should be on lookout. I looked around and did a double take. Coming our way were a group of SKUL guards, led by a rather scary-looking lady and a really pissed off guy. Immediately I ran over to them and went to help. "Guys, I hate to have to worry you, but look to your left; we have company. Here, I'll take Oscar, you guys deal with them," I said, nodding at the approaching guards.
Kittie looked at me a little worriedly. "But… but…"
Frank shook his head. "Rose is right, we divide and conquer. Rose, get Oscar to the van, and quickly."
I took Oscar from them, despite Kittie still rather reluctant to give him up, nearly collapsed from the sudden weight, even though he was probably lighter, and definitely thinner than before, and began half-carrying him to the van Frank had left around the corner. Well, we hadn't wanted to draw any more attention to ourselves, and if SKUL hadn't realised we were there, we weren't going to do anything to add to that. Carrie, Frank and Kittie charged to meet the oncoming enemy and the guy who was leading them snarled and went straight for Kittie. He launched himself at her and she dodged, Frank and Carrie in similar situations, but their opponents falling quicker as they kept them at bay, away from me and Oscar. I turned away. I had a job to do and began to focus on getting Oscar away from here safely who was unfortunately drifting in and out of consciousness. I finally reached the van – plain black without the logo for undercover work such as this and opened the doors at the back. Carefully I laid Oscar down as he slipped into complete unconsciousness, hoping he would be alright and ran back to help the others.

As I reached them, I saw the fight was still going on unfortunately, which meant we couldn't get Oscar out of here and to safety. Two of the guards were lying on the ground out cold but the other six, not to mention the evil-lady and the guy Kittie was fighting, were still going strong. Unfortunately, Kittie was beginning to tire, and so was Carrie. All of a sudden, the guards broke away from Kittie and Carrie and bunched up around Frank, except Kittie's guy. The lady looked at him, and shouted, and even had to pull him away. Carrie and I took a step towards Frank, trying to find a way we could get them away from him.
"Don't worry about me," called Frank from the mass of bodies. "Just get Oscar out of here. Get yourselves to safety and…" His words were cut short as they closed in on him tighter and began pulling him back inside.
"Frank, no!" cried Carrie, following them, and I pulled her back.
"No, it's too late. Carrie, we need to get out of here. Come on." I pulled her away and checked on Kittie who was bent over. "Are you ok?"
She nodded, "I'm fine, I just hadn't realised how much I had upset James. I didn't realise how bad they take betrayal, or maybe it was just him."
"James?" I asked, a little confused.
She waved a hand and straightened. "The guy. Look, it doesn't matter. We need to do what Frank said and get out of here, get Oscar out of here safely."

"Um guys, not to point out the obvious, but how do we do that exactly?" asked Carrie as we walked over to the van and she stopped.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, none of us can drive, can we?" replied Carrie.
Kittie groaned and sat on the ground. "The only option we have is…"
"To call Stark," I finished, unfortunately realising what they meant. "Okay, so who wants to call him?"
Kittie and Carrie both looked at me. "You."
"Uh, no, no. I am not calling him."
"Oh come on Rose. He hates me, and loathes Kittie, besides, Oscar's not in any position to do anything right now, is he. So that leaves you."
"Speaking of, I'm going to go and help him," said Kittie. "You two… sort this out amongst yourselves, but I am going to look after Oscar." Kittie climbed into the back of the van and sat next to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
I looked back at Carrie and she handed me a phone. "Call him, you've got to."
I sighed. "Ok," and began to dial. "Stark? Can you come and pick us up? We're at…" I looked at Carrie. She might know the address. "Um 17 Brickkiln Road." I nodded. "17 Brickkiln Road," I repeated. "No, it's not our fault we're stranded. Frank… Frank didn't 'get caught'. He sacrificed himself to keep us safe. They were more interested in him than us. No, we did not mess up. Ok, goodbye." I hung up and sighed again.
"So, is he coming to get us?" asked Carrie.
"Yes. All we have to do is wait." I sat down in the back of the van. "Just have to wait."