Spy School: Framed for Murder (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Four: Escape

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Shouting out had been a mistake.

As soon as my door broke down and a swarm of FBI agents entered, I knew I'd made a mistake.

I guess Erica had turned the microphones back on as soon as she'd left, so when I'd shouted out her name, the FBI had heard it and assumed I'd been in secret contact with someone else.

Unfortunately for me, the FBI assumed correctly.

Andrew Watson was leading the team. One of the agents yanked me out of bed and snapped on a pair of handcuffs, while I cried frantically, "What's going on?"

Detective Watson held my gaze steadily, his face deadpan. "Don't play dumb with me, Ripley. I know you're not stupid. You didn't get chosen to go to this Academy of Espionage for nothing. An academy I didn't even know existed until you killed the principal."

I opened my mouth to correct him and say, "I didn't get chosen to go to this academy because they wanted to train me to become a spy. I was just bait for the mole", then thought better of it and said, "I didn't kill the principal."

"Who's Erica?" he demanded, ignoring my statement.

I feigned confusion. "Huh? How do you know her?"

He raised his eyebrows inquiringly, his eyes daring me not to answer.

"She's a friend. Why?"

"Did I interrogate her?"

I shrugged. "You tell me."

"You tell me, Ripley, because I know you've been in contact with her."

"How? I'm locked up in here, and you're constantly keeping an eye on me. How am I in contact with her?"

Watson nodded at one of the agents. "Search him."

I gestured to my naked body, save for a pair of boxers. "What's there to search? What, you think I hid a radio in my underwear?"

He tapped his ears, and my eyes widened. The agent he'd instructed to search me plucked the radio piece out of my ear and plopped it into the detective's hand.

"C'mon, y'all," Watson said. "Let's grab the girl and head to the station. Lead the way, Ripley."

I hid a smile as we walked down the dark hallway, knowing that Erica's door was bugged with tons of booby traps. I didn't know what kind, as I'd never been stupid enough to just waltz inside and find out for myself, but whatever they were, I hoped they were enough to stop the agents but not kill me in the process.

Except, when we reached her room, the door was slightly ajar. I suddenly became concerned. Erica never left her door unlocked, nevertheless open. The agents stiffened and went on guard, and one gently nudged the door open with her gun, then entered.

All the agents stepped in front of me to enter the room, leaving me and Watson behind all of them, which was a mistake on their part. Someone clapped a cloth over the detective's mouth - presumably soaked with chloroform - and caused Watson to fall unconscious. They slowly lowered him to the floor to prevent there from being any sound.

I glanced toward the figure dressed in black and met a pair of familiar blue eyes. I had never been so happy to see anyone in my entire life (save for the few times I'd almost been killed, and she'd come to the rescue). I could barely see the rest of her face, as she'd covered it all with a black mask, but she looked absolutely gorgeous, as usual. I almost shouted out with joy, but she held a finger to her mask-covered lips and took something out of her utility belt.