(Elizabeth)
Me and Mrs. Wells walked up to the front porch of the old cabin. The wood was beginning to rot, but not falling to pieces. Windows needed a good cleaning, as did the three old classic vehicles sitting out in the front lawn. There was a dead garden in the corner, closest to the street, and a fence peeking around the side of the house, where a tall golden retriever stood. The dog's head was cocked to the side as it watched us calmly, as if determining if we were a treat or not.
Then when Mrs. Wells knocked, the dog began baring non stop. having a soft spot for animals, I walked over to the fence and held my hand close to the fence, but not to where the dog could bite me, just sniff my hand.
The dog took in big whiffs of my scent before wagging his tail and barking again. The dog seemed friendly, so I reached over the fence, and stroked his fur.
"You're a good boy, aren't you? Very kind and lovable." I laughed, the dog trying to lick my hand, but I kept moving it out of reach.
The dog let out a whine, and jumped on the gate to reach my hand, rubbing the top of his head on the palm of my hand. I let out a giggle, and then heard a man's voice.
"It's a miracle. Max doesn't let no one but me pet him. How'd you do it?" A man standing beside Mrs. Wells asked with a smile on his face.
Mrs. Wells wore a bright smile as well and watched silently behind him as the looked at me and this sweet dog.
"What do you mean? He's a total sweetheart!" I laughed, petting Max's head once more before walking over to the man. "I'm Elizabeth." I introduced, holding a hand out for him to take.
The man smiled and took my hand, shaking it a few times, "Rufus, nice to meet you Elizabeth." he said.
"Please, call me Eli." I insisted.
"Eli." he said, trying it out with a smile.
Rufus wasn't old like is imagined, in fact he looked a few years older than myself. He spotted a country style, probably to match his homes location, sitting in the rural area and surrounded by farms and small busnesses. Rufus wore a plaid button down shirt, grass stained blue jeans with a hole on each knee, and those worn out cowboy boots that had girls swooning. He had dark brown hair than shone golden in the sunlight, a five o'clock shadow giving his chin some texture at the looks. His eyes were a deep brown that held some golden specks in them, and chapped lips that were crooked in a smile.
Oh and he was buff... very buff...
"Ok," Mrs. Wells grinned, giving me a knowing look. Shall we go inside?" She asked.
"Of course, come ladies, follow me." Rufus smiled, holding the door open for us.
We entered, and Mrs. Wells gave me a wink cocking her head in Rufus's direction, then when he entered, she went straight to business. "My son and some of her friends are headed this way, can we hide Eli somewhere until they leave. Long story that we can share once their gone." she explained.
"Wait, I thought you said you weren't sure they heard my voice over the phone." I said, eyeing Mrs. Wells.
"I just got a text from Derrick saying they'd meet us here in about ten minutes." she said with a sigh of frustration.
"Ok, ok, everyone relax." Rufus said, holding his hands out as if to gesture for us to calm ourselves. "Eli, you can stay in my room until they leave. If they stay the night, I'll leave them in the guest house and move you to a guest room here. Jen, you'll have to go stay in the guest house as well." He explained.
We all froze at the sound of tires on gravel and the sound of doors slamming, before Rufus was dragging me down some halls. I took control of my legs from the autopilot they must have been and went into the room he led us to. He held his finger to hai lips and walked away, taking the pistol that previously sat on his dresser.
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Mission: Derrick Wells ✔️
ActionElizabeth Kartens was abducted at the age of 15, and her traumatic memories never seem to give her a day off. She now 21 and a secret agent/spy and was recently and randomly told to stop spying on her target of 3 months, Joshua Wells. When Joshua go...