Hello! Back again. I don't really have much to say today...;) Except that I know the last couple chapters have been more business than romance, but I promise the next chapter to have more more romance! So, as always, thank you to those who read, comment, favorite, and follow! :)
Fiona feels her cheek hit the stone cold concrete. She shuts her eyes tight, as the blasts, shouts, and loud footsteps shatter loudly in her ears. But then the noises stop suddenly, and everything is silent. She slowly opens her eyes to see a face staring at her. For a second she stares back, her brain not registering who the person in front of her is. But then her eyes widen in shock, as the events of the minutes before come back to her.
"Fiona?" Michael asks, looking at her as his head also rests to the side on the concrete flooring. She can't tell if he is surprised or worried, but she decides on maybe a little of both.
"Michael?" Fiona questions back. She pushes herself up from the ground in a slanted sitting position, as Michael does the same.
"I'm in the IRA." Fiona blurts out, but immediately regrets it by the look of shock on Michaels face.
"CIA." Michael says. And now it's Fiona's turn to be shocked. She stares at him, taken aback. But then they hear footsteps, and shouting. Michael knows it is the CIA, by the sound of their footsteps in their combat boots. The both look towards the door, but then look back at each other, open mouthed. Michael puts his hands on Fiona's cheeks.
"Run!" He whispers urgently. When she doesn't move, he whispers again "RUN!" Then he kisses her passionately on the lips, and runs out the door. Fiona stays still on the ground for a second, woozy from his kiss. Then she jumps up, and runs out of the hole in her blasted out wall, towards her troops.
Michael runs out of the blasted interrogation room, towards the sound of the CIA's footsteps. I hope she ran away fast, Michael thinks. God knows what the CIA would do if they found her! They could kill her! Michael shudders at the thought as he runs down another hallway. As he nears the end, a group of CIA troops run into him, Strize included.
"Michael! Thank God your alright! We were so worried when we had heard the blast from your earpiece! We came as soon as we could. Did they try to blow you up?!" Strize asks, out of breath.
"Uh, yeah. Something like that." Michael says, covering for Fiona. "So whats our next move then?" He says, changing the topic.
"Well, we have good news and bad news. The bad news is they must have saw us coming, because they took off immediately! But the good news is, there is no way for them to get out of this area without coming back out on the main road. I have to say, this is one of their poorer choices for a hideout." Strize says. The other operatives nod with him.
"Alright then." Michael says. "We should have a couple operatives here just in case they come back, which is highly unlikey. They should be positioned along the East, South, and West walls. " Michael pauses as a operative raises their hand. Michael has the urge to roll his eyes, but instead he nods his head.
"What about the North wall?" The operative asks.
Michael knows that Fiona came through the wall that was blasted, so the IRA must be near that area. But Michael has to come up with a answer, so instead he says, "Thats where the blast came from! They aren't going to go back to the place that almost killed them! Okay, moving on now." Michael sighs, pretending to be annoyed. "Then the rest of the operatives and I will go with Strize to the main road. So, you ten, divide yourslef up between security for the walls, and the rest of you, come with Strize and I to the van so we can get to the main road first. Alright now, move!" Michael says, saying the directions. All the operatives run in there directed directions, and Michael runs toward the van.
When they reach the van, the operatives jump inside and Strize starts the car. He drives at full speed through the bumpy dirt road. As Michael sits in the passenger seat, he thinks about Fiona. I can't believe she works for the IRA, He thinks, smirking. That makes her even cuter. I wonder what would happen if the CIA knew that I was with a girl from the IRA! He thinks, almost laughing out loud. But then he catches himself, and his eyes widen, the reality of the thought hitting him. Oh gosh..., He thinks slightly scared by the thought. He shakes off the worry and goes back to thinking about Fiona, and his thoughts drift to the conversation they had in the interrogation room. He thinks back to how Fiona must have blasted the wall through, but then he remembers something, and his eyes widen in fright.
"STOP THE VAN!" He shouts to Strize. Strize abruptly stops the car and they skid on the road.
"What was that Westen?!" Strize yells, confused and angry.
"The man..." Michael says out of breath. "The man who was interrogating me! The blast went off, and then when I left the room, he was gone! Its all a decoy. They want us to think that they left, so we get out of their way, until they call a helicopter so they can really escape! Its brilliant! But we have to go back, NOW!"
Strize's jaw drops, along with the other operatives. "My God..." He says. But then he backs up, and skids around into a 180 degree U-turn, and drives full speed into the direction they just came from.
Michael looks out his window, deeply worried. And then, for the third time in the last minute, another horrifying thought enters his head, and he gasps out loud. Fiona! He thinks. Fiona is still at the base!