"Ahhhhh!" Fury's voice echoed through the hallway. The teens were sure that Naomi had achieved her goal.
"Should we help, or go so we don't get in trouble?" May asked, looking at Logan and Jayden who shrugged in response.
"Come with me to avoid getting into more trouble than you're already in," someone suggested. The teens turned to see Agent Hill standing behind them. She was unarmed, or at least, as unarmed as they could see.
"We didn't do anything! We shouldn't be in any trouble, we should be allowed to leave," Jayden stated clearly, on the teen's side now. It was a relief.
"I don't wanna go home. Not if there's no one there," Symphany whispered to herself and it took all her courage to walk up to Maria, or close enough.
"I'm not gonna fight and I'm also not gonna be on your team, I just don't want to have to go up for adoption," Symphany stated the loudest she had been since they came to the ship.
Logan and Jayden stared at her in disbelief and she turned to them. She explained how she had no family at all. Hill called an agent to escort her to a cell, leaving the boys alone.
"So, what now?" Logan asked Agent Hill. "Does this mean we're staying here? Forever?"
"For the time being, yes," she replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Jayden asked, suddenly angry. No one here was giving them any proper answers, and he was sick and tired of it. What he wanted was a straight answer. He wondered what they would be hiding if they were so worried about giving any useful information.
"What makes us so special that you need to keep us here?" Logan asked. He too was getting frustrated with these agents.
"I'm am not in a position to give any information to you."
"We are not cooperating until you tell us why the hell we're here!"
Naomi sat down, laughing. Fury's face when she snuck up behind him and burnt his back was incredibly amusing. Suddenly a gun was put up against her temple and she froze, not knowing who the person was or what would happen if she looked.
"I highly suggest coming easily because I'm getting quiet tired of you and your nonsense," Romanoff instructed, pulling Naomi roughly to her feet. Naomi started walking as she felt the gun jab her in between the shoulder blades.
"I highly suggest you quit jabbing that gun at me before I melt it," Naomi growled, mocking Romanoff's tone. The assassin stopped and shoved Naomi into a heavily guarded cell, it had glass around it and a bed on one side. When Romanoff turned and left, Naomi did the first thing she could think of, stick her tongue out at the retreating shadow.
She crawled over to the bed and pulled herself onto it. It was not comfortable by Naomi's standards. But then again, when are prison beds ever comfortable?
Naomi sighed. She had only been in the cell for ten seconds and she was already bored. She glared at the prison guard before an idea popped into her head. This should be amusing, she thought.
The guard stood straight and still, sort of like the guards at Buckingham Palace. Naomi decided to see if she could get his attention.
She started with the basics. Farm animal noises. She began to imitated a sheep, then a cow, then a chicken and finally a pig. The guard didn't budge.
Naomi decided to sing. She was never a good singer, but she was loud. Naomi began to sing 'Sexy and I know It'.
"When I walk in the spot, this is what I see. Everybody stops and they staring at me. I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it. I'm sexy and I know it. I'm sexy and I know it."
Naomi could see a reflection of the guard on the opposite glass wall. He was grimacing, doing his best to restrain himself from marching into her cell and strangling her. Naomi smiled in satisfaction and continued to sing. She switched songs to 'Baby' by Justin Bieber. She could see the guard was on the verge of throwing up.
Naomi continued to sing, switching to One Direction. The guard couldn't take it anymore. Being exposed to the combination of those horrible songs and Naomi's dreadful singing, the guard's expression turned to rage. He was on the verge of ripping the girl apart when a few agents came to haul him away.
Mission accomplished, Naomi thought with a smile on her face.
May obediently followed the agent that Maria Hill had called. She was about five foot seven tall with long blonde hair. May found the way she walked amusing. She walked like she owned the place.
The agent opened a door which revealed a plain room with a bed in the centre and a large window on the side that looked out at the ocean.
Symphany thanked the agent who smiled and shut the door.
Symphany-May felt homesick, she wouldn't deny that, but she didn't want to go home. There was no purpose for her to go back to British Columbia. Her mother is dead, her father is dead, her house is destroyed.
A tear slid down her cheek. Why her? What had she done to deserve this? That stupid tornado ruined her life. It took the life of her mother and gave her powers that the government want to use for their own benefit.
Her life was quickly becoming her own personal hell.