Escape

Chapter 25

"On my signal," I held up my palm with all of my fingers outstretched. I looked down at the screen displaying the timer. When the timer started to count down the last five seconds, I started to fold down my fingers one by one. "Now!" I yelled. The whole room started to buzz with new electricity, I immediately pushed myself away from the current monitor and moved to the next on the chair I have been sitting for the past seven hours, working.

"The signals are blocked," a heavy voice called out while entering the room. I nodded my head and made sure everything was up and running. After I was satisfied, I got up, wincing at the sore legs but made my way out of the humid room with various heavy built systems emitting heat. My body covered in sweat with hair plastered on my forehead, the black t-shirt I was wearing clinging to the skin. I pushed the transparent plastic curtain aside and peeped my head out. Noah immediately looked up but his face already gave me the answer.

It failed. Again.

"You should take some rest," Noah said before I walked back inside.

"I don't understand! It should have worked," I sighed and threw up my hands in frustration, my head buzzing with all the energy drinks I had drowned. My eyes scanned the screens hoping for something, a lead, an error that I could spot and change so this would work.

I rubbed my eyes in frustration and pushed my hair back. I pulled up my heavy mop of hair greasy with sweat and put it in a knot on top of my head. I removed the t-shirt exposing the white tank top I wore inside and plopped back on the seat. I was aware of the exposed scars on my shoulders and arms, but the heat was overriding my desire to keep them hidden. I sensed Noah standing behind me, so I pulled another chair and gestured to him to sit beside me. Brian could have been of better help but he went with Maria as he does not trust her to the casino to check in with the arrangements of the bidding that were to happen four days-- no, three now. I noted as I glanced towards the clock displaying that it is one in the morning. My back aches from the constant sitting in one position.

The plan of rerouting the signal of the tracker from their tower to our station was nowhere ready. The clock is ticking but the most crucial step was getting hindered by the device that was jamming every foreign outgoing network.

I grabbed a paper with a pencil and started writing down the codes. My eyes scrunched up and all of my focus on the sheets of paper sprawled in front of me. Through the corner of my eye, I saw two dark figures enter the room, the familiar sound of steps and cologne hit my nose. I saw one of them pick up something from a desk placed a little away and my intuition hit, I quickly bent sideways as a pencil cut through the air and passed through the small gap between the two monitors and hit the wall behind.

"Two slow," I remarked, raising my hand with the pencil I was writing with without turning over and sitting back in the normal position I was in. My reflexes were always tested and I have grown more and more aware and alert of my surroundings throughout.

A chuckle greeted my ears and a sensation passed through my spine, making me happy and wanting to smile, but I frowned in the response. Two warm large hands covered both of my shoulders and I sighed and eased back to the figure behind me. I craned my neck towards the ceiling and saw a beautiful face, smiling down at me invading my train of vision.

"Hello," he greeted, the smile never leaving his face. His hands slowly started massaging my tense shoulder.

"Hey," I spoke, my voice just above a whisper. My eyes fluttered close as a sense of relief washed over me.

"How's the track-i-ceptor coming along," Maria spoke loudly, breaking a moment of calmness that surrounded me. I looked at her warily and pushed myself to sit straight.