A Spy's Home---Book 3: A Friend I've Never Met

Chapter 10

Luke's point of view

I exited my room, yawning, and stretching my arms. I headed straight to the kitchen, where I was greeted with the sight of Lilian next to the stove, where she was warming up a pot of water, and reading a book. "Hey, how long have you been up?" I asked her, walking to the refrigerator.

She gave the clock on the wall a quick glance, before turning back to her book. "About ten minutes." she answered. I heard the teapot whistle, just as I was getting out milk for cereal.

I scanned the kitchen, and peeked out into the dining area, as I sat the milk down. "Uh, are Rory and Zylina awake?" I asked, averting my eyes towards Lilian. My twin sister looked up from the book, and sat it down on the countertop she was currently leaning against.

"I woke up just as they were heading out the door. Said something about exploring Boston." she answered, as the whistle from the teapot started echoing throughout the walls. Lilian turned to turn the stove off, and my mind went to the files, and how I was never able to finish sorting them.

I finished making my cereal, and I headed to the dining room area where the files still layed. "We need to talk about this." Lilian's voice caused me to halt, and turn around to face her.

"What?" I asked, confused, setting my bowl down. Lilian poured steaming hot water into a glass mug, and dipped a tea bag into it. She then turned to me and exclaimed, "We need to talk about Zylina, and Rory. How they can't be trusted."

I raised my eyebrow, and gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?" I asked, with a confused chuckle laced into the question. She threw her hands into the air, and said, "We don't know these people, and yet we're trying to retrieve a file about one of them?"

"Lilian, we've been over this. I worked with Zylina; she would never hurt either of us, and she's known Rory her entire life. I'm pretty sure we can trust both of them." I argued back. Why was she like this?

I pinched the bridge of my nose, and before she could protest farther, I said, "Lilian, just trust me on this." I then picked up my bowl, and left to go eat in the dining area.

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Zylina's point of view

My grumpiness had faded away, and I was finally more awake and excited; that was probably due to the cup of coffee I had gotten for myself when we got downtown. "Didn't know you liked coffee." I heard Rory point out, as we walked past the buildings.

I shrugged, as I took another sip. "I usually don't, but if I get tired enough, I'll make an exception." I replied. I looked around, and scanned the buildings. "Where are we even going?" I asked him.

"To a museum, if you really want to dive into your history fondness. A museum is a good place to start." he pointed out. I then realized that there were a lot of things I've never experienced, due to my weird, and restricted upbringing.

A few minutes more minutes of walking, and we found ourselves looking up at the entrance of a museum. Above the entrance was the name of the Museum carved into the stone. It read: Museum of Fine Arts.

"An art museum? This should be interesting. Okay, lead the way, mister fact man." I teased Rory, while gesturing to the front door. He rolled his eyes in response, but a smile appeared as we climbed the steps to the entrance. This should be fun. 

TBC....