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

Chapter 23

Finally 6:00...

The sun was on the horizon, turning orange and disappearing slowly; it was time for action. "Alright, you ready?" I asked Carlos. He opened the bathroom door, wearing his dark clothes, and nodded. I was already changed, and so it was time for us to execute the plan.

We walked over to the truck, and made sure no one was around. We went to the trunk, and popped it open, "Ladies first." Carlos smirked. Rolling my eyes, I crawled my way to the back of the trunk, and Carlos followed. I saw him pull the door shut, before we were plunged into darkness.

It was cramped, but I had been in tighter spaces before, so I wasn't claustrophobic. Before long, I heard the tapping of footsteps followed by the opening and closing of car doors. The whole truck shook, and I felt Carlos's hand on mine. "Are you holding my hand?" I asked, smiling, knowing Carlos couldn't see.

"I've never been in this much of a cramped spot." he replied. The car started moving, and Carlos's hand squeezed a little tighter, so I grabbed his hand back, and said, "It's alright." Carlos didn't reply probably from embarrassment, but I could understand his anxiety; a person like him doesn't crawl into the back of a truck on a regular basis.

The truck stopped, and Carlos and I released each other from our sweaty hands' grip. After the slamming of the doors, and the footsteps disappeared, I tapped Carlos on the shoulder telling him to open the trunk door. Dim light flooded into the trunk, and Carlos was quick to crawl out of the cramped area.

He gave me the "all clear" thumbs up, and I slipped out before quietly shutting the door. I put up my hood, and glanced over at Carlos who had his hood up and my bandana over his face. I didn't want him to be in any more danger than he already was, so I lent him the bandana, so the spies wouldn't be able to identify him.

I gestured for him to follow me as we crept around the base of the truck; I peeked out from behind the truck, and I didn't see any spies guarding the back entrance. I turned back toward Carlos, and said, "Like I suspected, no one is guarding the back door. It's probably locked, so we'll have to break the door knob."

"Won't they hear?" Carlos whispered. "It's risky, but I'm pretty sure it's our only option. If this door is locked then the front door is guaranteed to be as well." I answered. Carlos nodded in agreement, and we looked around for something to break the door knob with.

I found a metal rod that had broken off the dumpster a few minutes later, and ran back to the door where Carlos was already at. Making sure there was no one around, I slammed the rod down on the handle and it gave a loud crack before the doorknob fell to the ground.

I gently placed the rod on the ground, not wanting to make another loud noise, and whispered over to Carlos, "Be ready for a fight." I nudged the door, and it creaked open. I opened it to the point where Carlos and I could slip through, but we were immediately greeted with resistance.

Two spies came out of the shadows, and attempted to punch us. I managed to dodge, but I could hear a fist connect with a jaw behind me. I quickly grabbed the rod I had originally dropped outside, and brought it up swiftly toward my attacker.

A moment later there was thud as one of the agents collapsed in a heap on the stone ground. "Carlos?" I called over my shoulder. "I'm good....he got a good hit on me, but I managed to survive." I heard his panting.

I turned around, and saw that he had the bandana off his face, and he was rubbing a massive bruise on his cheek. "Can you continue?" I asked. He nodded in answer, as he wiped a bit of blood from his lip, and pulled the bandana back up. I looked at the rod in my hand and decided it would probably be a good idea to let Carlos fight with it.

I threw it to him, and said, "Now you can do more damage. Come on." We looked around the first floor, but didn't find any more agents, so we headed up to the second level. 

TBC...