A Spy's Home---Book 2: Wounds, Both Old and New

Chapter 21

Zylina's Point of View

"Those dudes stole my car when they came, so it should be right over....there!" Carlos exclaimed, pointing to the Military green Jeep. I hadn't gotten a good look at it when it was raining last time Carlos was here.

I threw my duffel bag into the back, and I climbed into the passenger seat, while Carlos climbed into the driver's seat. "So, you knew those guys?" he asked, as he jammed the keys into the ignition. I nodded and answered, "Yeah, the bigger guy was Cree. A real brute, and one of the most violent, merciless people at the Academy. Rory, my brother-figure, and he hate each other."

As the engine started, Carlos said, "Well, I'm most likely on his hate list." The Jeep sped out of the parking lot, and down the highway. "By the way, did you take a gun?" he asked.

I looked in the back seat and saw the gun I had taken from the motel room. I shrugged, turned around, and answered his question, "I guess I did." "Don't you think we should get rid of it, just in case? I mean we already have sick fighting skills on our side." Carlos asked me.

"Yeah, that would probably be for the best since I'm more of a hand-to-hand combat girl, than a shot-gun handling girl." I confirmed. "Yeah, you don't look like a shot-gun type of chica." Carlos responded. I couldn't stop my face from becoming firetruck red, and I smacked his arm.

Carlos led out a snicker and asked, "What was that for? Making you blush?" "Shut up." I replied, trying to be serious, but I couldn't stop the smile that snuck on to my face.

"Where too?" Carlos asked, his face now serious. My face got serious too, because I knew we were in the fight for our lives. "The old hospital." I answered. Carlos gave me a puzzled look, before replying with, "Where Susie's at? But isn't it a little too early? It's only noon."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we don't have work to do." I answered his question with a smirk. Carlos smiled knowing what I meant; he glanced at me, before saying, "To the hospital we go."

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I spotted the vehicle in the parking lot of the motel room, so we drove in and I checked in for a room. "I don't get why we need a room." Carlos exclaimed, as we strolled over to the room with the keys. "The most important rule of being a spy: Always check into a motel or a hotel, because just hanging outside around a vehicle for six hours will look suspicious." I responded sarcastically.

Carlos didn't say anything, but I knew he was smiling; I unlocked the door, and threw my duffel bag on the nearest bed. We had thrown the gun into the first dumpster we passed on our way to the motel. I paced over to the window, and gazed out; I saw the abandoned hospital right across the street where that poor girl was being held.

"This is your fault Zylina. If you wouldn't have given the Boss that list none of this would have happened." the voice in my head told me. I ignored it, remembering what Carlos had said earlier, and turned my attention away from the building.

"So, we can't do anything now. There's too many people and it's the middle of the day." I told Carlos, while I leaned against the windowsill. Carlos was slumped in a chair, and he sighed before responding, "What do we do then?"

"We wait. When the Academy takes action, we take action." I answered, sitting on the bed, next to my duffel bag. "Well, if we're going to be waiting here for about six hours, do you want me to take a look at your shoulder, make sure everything's alright?" The truth was that my shoulder hurt really badly, and I think I had a few bruises. I wanted to keep that from Carlos, but somehow I knew he would probably see right through my lies.

I nodded, sat down next to him, and flinched when I felt his hand on my shoulder blade. "Sorry, if you really don't want me to check it's fine." he apologized. "No, it's okay." I mumbled, swallowing down my terror. This isn't Cree trying to dislocate your shoulder; this is Carlos making sure you're okay.

I then felt Carlos press on a sore spot and clenched my jaw in pain. "It looks like you have a bruise in the middle of the shoulder blade, but I don't think Cree dislocated anything." Carlos reassured me, taking his hand off of my shoulder.

I rubbed my shoulder to try and ease the pain, and it did a little. "Thanks Carlos. Why are you a waiter? You should be a doctor." I said, standing up from the bed. "Well, I want to be a doctor actually, but neither my dad nor I have the money to put me through my dream college, so I'm stuck waiting tables." he explained.

"It's amazing you're willing to wait tables to achieve your dreams. Not everyone has that kind of determination." I exclaimed. Carlos stood up, smirked, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and responded with, "Well then, I guess I'm not like everyone else now am I?" We both started to laugh a little, and I replied, "No, you're not."

Carlos then gave me a concerned look before he said, "You should get some rest, we still have time before we have to go." I then realized how tired I actually was. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Wake me up when it's 5:30." I told him, flopping down in the bed.

I looked up at the ceiling for a few minutes, and for awhile I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. That was before my eyelids became heavy, and I felt myself drift away from reality. 

TBC...