Christin Solomon
Chapter 14-What is Lost can be Regained
A/N: I'm so excited to write this chapter! It has a twist, or what I think is a twist anyway. I hope you like this chapter!
James's POV (Just a little clip of what's going on back at Gallagher.)
"What?" I yelled as Mr. Solomon explained to me that he was letting Christin go through with this. Her own father was letting her do something he knew nothing about! Well, I was pretty sure he didn't know anything.
"What can I say? She's her mother's child and sometimes you have to let them give into their Sanendora side." Mr. Solomon shrugged. I was sitting in the Head Mistress's office with Zach, Grant, Jonas, Mr. Solomon, and Mrs. Morgan.
"But, she could die." Jonas whispered, the only one besides me that was letting the worry we were feeling show. Zach and Grant and Joe were unreadable.
"How was I supposed to stop the plane anyway? Snap my fingers so it would fall out of the sky? Anyway, my daughter knows what she is doing." Lie. Of course this was Joe we were talking about, but I knew he knew that Christin had no idea what she was doing.
"We've contacted the CIA and they said as soon as they saw Christin they would inform her that we wanted her home." Mrs. Morgan tried to reassure. Just because they told her to come home didn't she would right then and there.
"Come on, this is Christin we're talking about, she'll be fine. She hasn't survived fourteen years of being a spy because she didn't know what she was doing. As far as I'm concerned, she'll be home as soon as she can be." Grant huffed as he finished and sunk deeper into the cushions.
"I second that." Zach said, leaning back a little more in the seat as well. I turned to Joe, hoping that his more protective father side would kick in. But all I could see was him comparing his daughter to his wife.
Back to Christin's POV
I was trailing around the Tower, waiting for one of the cameras to see Samuel. It was about three hours, well three hours, one minute, and forty three seconds to be exact, but who's counting. It was noon when my phone beeped and I saw one of the cameras had spotted Samuel at the east entrance. I picked up my pace, still keeping it casual. It's when I heard people screaming that I ran at a full sprint. Samuel was standing there in the middle of the hallway, bombs strapped to his chest and back The bombs were on a time set and had less than ten minutes before they would blow The only was to disengage them would be to cut three main wires out of ten. Crap.
"Surrender nice and easy and no one gets hurt!" I commanded in Italian. Samuel looked at me and his eyes widened.
"Tessa?" He asked. My mom? What did this scumbag have to do with my mom?
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I replied sarcastically. I edged closer, now I was five feet away from him. Good, now he was in kicking range.
"We had so much fun together when we were children." Samuel reminisced, I scooted closer. Then suddenly, he pulled out a knife and tried to stab me in the shoulder. Luckily, I jumped back and kicked the knife out if his hand. But he had another one ready. A few swipes went by my head, but I ducked and kicked his feet from under him. I stood up and stepped on his wrist and kicked the knife away. Then I hit him with a pressure point where you're awake but you can't move. I pulled out my wire knife and examined the pack closely. Alright, I cut the first one, the timer started to slow, two minutes, no pressure.
"Do you even know what they did to me?" He hissed angrily. I didn't answer.
"They burnt me after I messed up one little, tiny, mission. I didn't deserve what they did to me. They took away my house, my money, my life. I had to get revenge." He explained. I cut the fifth wire. One minute, okay, I got this. I'm a Solomon . . . no, you're a Sanendora, a voice said in my head. Taking a deep breath, I clipped the seventh wire. The timer stopped and I knew it was done; the Leaning Tower of Pisa was safe. The man made a choking sound and looked at me.
"It was connected with my heart." He gasped. My hand clenched into a fist as I realized I had unintentionally killed a man.
"Funny, you are so much like your mother." He choked before he stopped breathing. I bowed my head, almost in shame.
"Ms. Sanendora" Someone said, wait a minute, they were using Ancient Italian, it was hard to understand, and only few families knew it. My mother had tried to teach my brothers, but it only came down to us learning and speaking it . . .
"When is my flight home?" I questioned, standing up, and slipping the wire knife back in my pocket. Right at the moment, all I wanted to do was go home.
"It's the midnight flight." The man answered before slipping back in the shadows. The Sanendora side of me said to see where he was going, but the Solomon side overpowered and said to get the heck out of here. They would take care of the body, I had done my end.
Finally, my exhaustion caught up with me, and I had to grab a huge coffee to stay awake. So, I strolled through the beautiful park. The sun was shining and the flowers smelt good. How could such bad people come from a place like this? Then my gut seemed to kick me and I barely stopped myself from wincing. Could it really be? I threw my coffee in the trash and started running, my instincts acting as a GPS. Please, I didn't want to be wrong. That's when I spotted him and he spotted me and we ran toward each other. He stopped and opened his arms as I threw mine around his neck and we spun around.
"Chris" I murmured in Ancient Italian, hugging my twin brother tightly. He hugged me back, almost making it hard to breathe.
"Christin" He said in the same language. He still looked like me; black eyes, black hair, tanned skin, and looking like a model. Except now he was four inches taller then me.
"How?" I mouthed as we inched away from each other to get a better look.
"When we got separated in the fight, the Circle of Cavan took me, and threw me in the back of a truck. They've held me captive for fifteen years before one day; they finally took me to their control room for interrogation. I fought and set it to blow up after I was safely out." He explained hastily. We stared at for a long time before I actually laughed.
"You were smart enough to do that?" I teased; he laughed with me, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we started to walk.
"Well of course I didn't have my baby sister with me, so maybe it wasn't as stylish . . ." He trailed off. Yes I, Christin Solomon, was the youngest of four children or three older brothers.
"I can't wait to go home." He whispered after a long moment.
"Well, home is currently the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women." I told him, he glanced at me, and I shrugged. He knew I would explain more later.
"I guess some lost things can be regained."