One Mistake & No Survivors
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.
Chapter Four
No Room Left For You In My Memories
One Year Ago, Amanda's POV
Erika gives me a reassuring nod and I step inside. Erika and I are at headquarters in Las Vegas, giving our statements on the case to an agent named Agent Mason. Agent Gomez, the agent assigned to the case, is at London headquarters, the spy world's main headquarters.
Agent Mason is a big man. He is bald and has muscles that if he flicked someone, it could knock them out. I take my seat across the table from him and Agent Mason turns on the recorder that will record my every word. Agent Mason nods his head, signaling me to begin my statement.
"Amanda Berg Anderson, age sixteen and my birthday is November 2nd. Eighteen days ago, on December 14th, Elena Caridth, Erika Castriel, Kameryn Clarke, and I were assigned to protect Big Time Rush, a boy band from someone who was out to destroy them, later shown to be Charles West with the assistance of five girls from St. Morris's. We were able to capture Charles West, along with the five traitors."
"Along the road, as you were on your mission, you fell in love with James Diamond, one of the members of Big Time Rush. Is that correct?"
"Correct." I reply. I dig my nails into my palms, hoping to block the memories that I have been attempting to push down since Erika and I boarded our plane.
"Now that your mission is complete, do you have any intentions of having contact with Mr. Diamond again?"
"Agent Mason, I will sum up your question very simply." I place my folded hands on the table and lean forward. "Who is James Diamond?"
Present Day
I lean against the bar, sipping my soda, looking for the man Erika and I were assigned to capture. The man, Matthew Dawson, is wanted by the government for identify theft of over a hundred people. Erika and I were assigned to take him down.
I glance out to the dance floor of the Miami Night Club Erika and I are at to see my partner dancing with a guy, although I can see how stiff Erika seems. Ever since everything that happened a year ago, I can blame her. Even across the dim room, I can see the memories of flash in Erika's brown eyes. I feel the memories with…him coming bubbling to the surface. I quickly take another sip of my cola, and spot Mr. Dawson. And he is approaching me.
Mr. Dawson is in his early twenties. He has short, messy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He takes a place next to me, not saying anything. I sip my soda and glance at him.
"Hi." I say in a flirty tone, setting my soda down and twirling my dark brown hair, my blonde and red highlights twirling around my finger.
"Hello there." Mr. Dawson says.
"And what exactly would your name be cutie?" I say, popping a piece of gum in my mouth. I giggle and hold out the pack of gum in front of Mr. Dawson. "Where are my manners? Have a piece."
"Thanks." Mr. Dawson says smiling. He unwraps the gum and puts the piece in his mouth. "My name is Matthew. What's yours?"
"Crystal." I lie, blowing a small bubble with my gum.
"Crystal." Mr. Dawson says, inching closer towards me. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
"And Matthew Dawson." Erika says, coming up from behind Mr. Dawson. "What a perfect name for an identity thief."
"I suggest you come quietly Matthew." I say. "Otherwise there is going to be about twenty government agents storming in here and they may possibly shoot you to death if you run."
Mr. Dawson nods his head and I begin to lead our little group of the club. Mr. Dawson is sandwiched in between me and Erika, giving him no chance of escape. As soon as were outside the club, Erika places grabs Mr. Dawson's wrists and pins them behind his back. We guide him to car where two agents wait for us. We shove Mr. Dawson in the car and the car drives off, unseen and unnoticed. Erika and I high five, another mission successfully completed.
"We have the rest of the night for ourselves before we have to leave again. Want to go back in and have a fun time?" Erika suggests.
"This is a rare opportunity. I say we use it." I say, smiling. Erika and I walk back into the club and onto the dance floor. Since it's a twenty one and under club, boys our age come up and dance with us. As I'm dancing with one boy, I stop dead in my tracks.
I see a boy with hair like him.
The boy turns around I see he looks nothing like him. I resume dancing and remind myself what I promised myself a year ago.
That there is no room left in my memories for James Diamond.