Assassin For Hire

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

<Gavin Forrester>

I got Victoria's reply during breakfast. It made me smile that she wrote it on paper from my house. It also made me smile that she put her bobby pins in the letter. I didn't think she'd actually decide to help me get out. I mean her dad is the damn police chief; he'll figure us out before I even pick the lock on my cell.

Santiago has gone back to being a grunter and has barely said a word to me since I got my letter this morning. I don't really mind though, he usually just insulted me anyway so this is a much needed break.

I'd tucked the bobby pins safely in my pocket where the guards would never find them when they were doing checks and I've tried to survive what will hopefully be my last day in Attica. However, my stomach's been a pool of nerves all day which makes survival pretty hard. I've tried to calm myself by reading but the words on the page jumble together and become incoherent in my brain.

"Are you going through withdrawal or something? I've never seen anybody in this prison that shakes as badly as you." Santiago mutters and doesn't look up from his notebook.

I look down at my hands and low and behold, they're shaking like that of a recovering crack addict.

"I'm so glad you're worried about me but I'll be fine." I say in a condescending tone as I roll my eyes.

"Sarcasm is going to get you an ass-whopping the size of Texas." Santiago grunts and continues writing in his notebook.

"And whopping my ass is going to get you a week in solitary confinement. Keep your bear paws to yourself." I smirk and Santiago shoots an angry glare my way.

We don't talk for the rest of the time we spend in our cell together and I decide to sit alone at dinner so nothing will distract me from the task at hand.

If all goes well, I'll never have to see these people again.

~~~~~

It's around 9 o'clock and I'm back in my cell again. Santiago decides to turn in early which is lucky for me because he's a deep sleeper. Honestly, he could sleep through World War 3 if he wanted to. The guards do a head count to make sure we're all in our cells and then turn out the lights, except for one at the end of the hallway where they stand watch. Thankfully, they're stupid enough to stand with their backs to the cells and to only leave one guard in charge of this section.

I smirk at all the luck I'm having and as I'm lying in my bed, I slowly pull the bobby pins from my pocket. I bend one in half until it breaks and then I bend one half of the broken bobby pin until it's at a perfect 90 degree angle.

I push my covers back and I check to make sure everyone else is asleep or getting there. I cautiously make my way across the concrete bottom of my cell and walk towards the bars of the door. I hear Santiago move behind me and I freeze.

~~~~~

<Victoria Grayson>

I'm sitting in a private jet in the secret airplane hangar Gavin had mentioned during his letter. Blaze and Slick dropped me off about an hour ago and then went on to assist in the escape process. Currently, I'm sitting in the private jet we're going to run away in, aimlessly flipping through a fashion magazine.

I can't focus on the words or the pictures. I'm mostly doing it to distract myself and to keep myself from pacing. I've tried playing music and looking up things on my phone but I can't distract myself from the nagging feeling in my stomach and the voice in my head that's telling me that what I'm doing is wrong and I need to back out before it goes too far.