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

Chapter 30

Two weeks later....

"Wait, wait, wait, Jamila?" Rory questioned, sitting across from me at the diner table. Laughing a little, I nodded my head, and said, "It was weird seeing Cree and Jamila work together. Never thought that would happen." I found my eyes averting to Rory's no-longer casted arm; he had gotten the sling off about four days ago, but he still had some pain in it.

"Yeah, but I guess the Boss thought that was a good idea. Jamila having the smarts, and Cree having the muscles." Rory responded with. We laughed again; I had become a little bit more open with Rory these past two weeks as we moved on to our current location, Massachusetts, but I still didn't plan on telling him about Carlos.

Rory gulped some of his drink, before he said, "Oh, by the way. I need to ask you something. Did you ever get your license at the Academy? I know when a student gets to be 17 they get taught to drive, and are taken to the DMV under a fake identity."

The question confused me; why would he want to know if I ever got my license. "Yeah, I got my license, but I left it back at the Academy." I answered. Rory nodded, and bit his lower lip. I raised my eyebrow and asked, "Why?"

Rory fished something out of his pocket, and slid what looked like a white card over to me. I grasped the card and examined it; it had my picture from about 6 months ago. "Wait, this is my license?" I questioned, looking up and a smile appearing oh both of our faces.

"Yeah, so next time you want to take a little "me time" you can drive yourself." he smirked. I stuck it in my pocket, and replied with, "Thanks." "Your welcome," Rory answered.

A waiter came over to our table, and laid down the check. "Gracias." I uttered, without thinking. Rory looked up from the check, and raised his eyebrow. I shrugged, grinned, and apologized, "Sorry, habit."

Thankfully, Rory shrugged it off, and felt his pockets. "Crap, forgot my wallet in the car." he sighed. "I'll go get it, I need to go put my license back into the car anyway." I offered.

"Alright, just don't drive off without me." Rory joked, throwing me the car keys. "I'll try to resist the urge." I smirked, as I strolled out the diner door.

I walked for a minute before I reached the car, smiling all the way. Rory was okay, my nightmares weren't constant, and the Academy had slowed down on there chase for us. I didn't exactly know whether the last one was a good or a bad thing, but it had allowed Rory to recover fully, and take a small break, but I was always on the lookout for missing children cases that screamed the Academy.

I pressed the unlock button on the keys, and reached for the door handle, but I then felt a hand grasp my shoulder. Before I had time to turn my head, I then felt the too familiar feeling of the metal barrel of a pistol being pressed against the middle of my back.

My heart skipped a beat, as I felt the warm breath hit my ear, as my attacker whispered, "You will follow me if you value your life." My breathing grew frantic, as I processed the words.

Just moments ago things were going good; I was back with Rory, and I had saved a kid from the hands of the Academy while gaining an ally along the way. Now, I was trapped; cornered like a caged animal.

                                                                                   To be continued...

Who is the attacker? Will it be a familiar face or someone new? How will Zylina get out of trouble this time? The next book will have the answer; A Spy's Home----Book 3: A Friend I've Never Met.