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P.O.V Cammie
"Please stay in your seats until we are stably in the air, thank you," the polite flight attendant said over the loud speaker. Oh yeah I forgot to mention, ever since I ran away I have gotten plane sick. That is just perfect timing. I lay my head against the cool dark leather chair and close my eyes.
"Are you okay?" Zach asks me so I open my eyes again to see him take off his black head phones and pause his MP3 player. "Yeah just a headache," I muttered. "Here," he said gently, and adjusted himself so I could lay my head on his shoulder comfortably. "Thanks," I mumble.
I must have dosed off after awhile because what felt like a few minutes Zach shook me awake. "We're here!" He exclaimed. I look out the small square plane window and see the Eiffel Tower. Well this is going to be exciting, I thought. Oh how right I was.
"Um, what street do we go on to get to the safe house," I whispered in Zach's ear. "Well according to Townsend, we are supposed to go on- this street," he answered. We turn toward a quiet deserted street with some run-down buildings along the sides.
We walked until we hit a dead-end. Paper and other litter was flowing around in the mid-afternoon air. At the last house we went up to the door. There was something peculiar about it that made it just look a little different from the others. Instead of a doorbell there was a little fingerprint pad. The only way I could tell was because it was a larger than most doorbells.
Zach extended his finger on to it and winced a little when it took a trace of his blood. Next I followed his example. A light on the pad flashed green and I heard the click of the door unlocking. I grabbed the handle and twisted. Immediately it opened easily. The inside was much nicer than the outside of the building. The first thing I notice is all of the walls were painted white and the furniture was all black. It might sound weird but the rooms colors contrasted well with each other.
There was also a upstairs with two bedrooms one for me, the other for Zach. There also was a good sized TV, and a refrigerator filled with food and drinks. "I could get used to this," I say as I walk slowly into the living room and throw myself on to the couch. I try to make myself comfortable but that's kind of hard since I have like thirty different injuries.
"You know what I'm gonna do something else," I muttered as I had got myself out of the living room. "What should we do," I asked Zach, because I am very unsure of that at the moment.
"Well, supposedly we are going to be here for quite awhile so I think-," he stopped short. He reached behind himself and ripped a tranquilizer dart from his back. "Run," he whispered and fell to the floor.
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