Spy School: Catalyst

Chapter Five

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SPY SCHOOL:CATALYST

CHAPTER FIVE

Benjamin Ripley

I stared at Sarah, a dozen questions floating around in my head, all wanting to be asked at the same time.

"H-why?" I said, trying to ask "how" and "why" at the same time.

She shrugged. "It's just business."

Anger flared up inside me and I lashed out with my fist, intending to at least incapacitate her.

Instead, she deftly blocked my punch, wrenched my arm, eliciting a sound from me that was definitely not a whimper, and judo-flipped me over her shoulder, all within a second.

I landed on my back painfully and rolled over twice.

I groaned in pain. You know, in movies, the main character gets thrown thirty feet? Total crap. More painful than it seems.

I dragged myself to my feet, my back and side stinging from where the ground had sliced it open.

She had turned away, and was talking on her walkie-talkie quietly.

I launched myself at her again, hoping she was distracted. However, I had yet again underestimated her. She set her walkie-talkie on the floor with a sigh and whipped her leg around so quickly that it was more like a blur.

I blacked out for a second, and when I came to, a huge welt was welling up under my eye.

Sarah crouched over me. "Let's just cut it out. We have places to be."

She helped me to my feet, and let me lean on her.

Outside, an exotic car that probably cost more than my parent's house pulled up, driven by a beefy guy with aviator sunglasses.

I looked around wildly, hoping to catch a glimpse of Erica or Riley.

I caught a flash glimpse of movement on the second floor, but before I could react or at least wave frantically, Sarah injected something into my arm.

I turned and yelped in pain, only to find out that I couldn't do any of those two things. I couldn't move anything except for my eyes. It felt as though lava was running through my veins.

Sarah crouched down next to me and smiled warmly. "It's a mild narcotic. You'll find yourself paralyzed except for your eyes."

I found I could still move my mouth, though I was beginning to feel numbness. I managed to get out two words that my mother would have not approved of.

The smile disappeared from her face and turned into a snarl.

She pulled a rag from her bag, dipped it into a small water bottle, and placed it over my mouth and nose.

The world turned into a messy watercolor of paint, then I lost consciousness.

. . .

I came to in a dark vehicle. My legs were strapped to the seat, and my hands were handcuffed behind my back. A bandage was tied around my wounded shoulder. For some reason, my ears were ringing like someone had detonated a bomb beside my head. I tried to open my mouth to talk, but I couldn't. I began to panic, while finding out I could not move anything. Slowly, I took deep breaths and calmed down.