AGENTS

You are that girl

Dust swished everywhere and the walls were busted. Fire engulfed the house and smoke started to form. I couldn't help but squint my eyes and cough. I tried to get up but the impact delayed me. Another loud noise came from the right of me. I looked over and saw a man in a suit, bust through the door. He had a pair of glasses on and looked through out the house first, not taking any notice of me. Then, he laid his eyes on me and pulled out his gun stealthily, coming over to me.

"Woah woah!" I panicked, scooting away.

"Where is Vine!?" He yelled at me.

"Vine!? Who the hell is that? You've got the wrong person, I'm innocent!" I put my hands in the air, as to surrender hoping he would put the gun away. He paused and the tension became a little less. It looked as if he was looking at something or thinking, I don't know but he was frozen in place for a couple of seconds.

"Hello? Sir?" I waved my hand in the air to snap him out of whatever he was in. He lowered his gun and I've never felt more relief. He stomped over the debrief and looked out of the door that my dad had escaped from.

"He's gone. I found someone though...yes...I'm not sure...I will." I didn't know who he was talking to, maybe he was ill. 

"Omg.." I shrieked out loud.

"What" He said puzzled.

I got up quickly and rushed over to the phone.

"Who are you calling?" He huffed.

I ignored him and just listened to the person who picked up.

"Hi! I think a mentally ill-...." The phone line cut off. I looked at the phone then at the man. He held the phone line in his hand. How did he do that?

"You're coming with me." He said.

"But my house!" I whined.

"Less talk more walk." He said. I pouted and followed him. How am i not freaking out. I think we just got bombed, my dad disappeared, a random man with a gun came in? Maybe I am the one mentally ill. We were walking and stumbled into a building that looked like an office area. 

"Who even are you?" I asked.

"Right. William." He introduced himself.

"Well, Im-

"-CJ, I am aware." He said. 

"Okay, seriously, how are you doing this!?" I stuttered.

I didn't even realize that we were about to enter a elevator. 

He didn't answer my question so the silence was loud. He pressed the number 2. It was fast I guess since we were on the first floor. I was ready to walk out till he put his hand before me, gesturing not to go. I looked at him and watched the elevators close. I was confused. He then pressed 8, then 10, and each floor he pressed, the elevator went up and down faster. I wanted to scream but didn't want to look stupid. I glanced at him. Is he used to this or something because he's standing up straight and looked perfectly fine. The last number he pressed was 6. I fell on the ground from being dizzy. The doors opened and I felt like a lot of eyes on me. What a coincidence. There were. Many eyes could be seen, all on me.

"Get up." Will said and walked out, not looking at me at all. I sighed and got up quickly from embarrassment. I followed closely behind him and observed the place. It was covered in concrete, the roof, floor, walls. It was a long thick hallway. Sides are closed off doors. It all looked the same. We entered in one of the doors. In it was a table and two chairs on each side. A TV showcasing my favorite spy show was on the wall.

"I love this show!" I laughed and pointed at the wall.

"Ironic." He raised his eyebrows and turned it off. He motioned his hands to the table, so i sat down as he did on the other side.

"We can finally talk."