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

Chapter 11

An hour later...

I stared at the sculpture that I was currently observing and wondered how someone could have created such a beautiful piece of art. Rory appeared out of the corner of my sight, with a smile plastered on his face. "So, you have dived deep into all the majestic history?" he asked, gesturing to all the artwork around him.

I slapped his arm, and scoffed, "Yeah, you were right. History is interesting; I just wish I could have dove deeper into this kind of stuff at a younger age."

As we both turned away from the sculpture to move on down the gallery, Rory exclaimed, "Well, it's never too late to dive into your desire's I guess." We both gave out some laughter, and continued our hike down the hall filled with amazing art.

However, the hairs on my neck stuck up causing me to halt in my place. Rory ceased walking a few steps ahead of me, and looked towards me. "Did your-" "Hairs stick up on the back of my neck? Yes they did." I cut him off.

I looked around, but saw there was no one in the current gallery except us, and a couple of other people, and they didn't look like what undercover cadets tend to look like.

"I don't see anyone yet, but we should probably get out of here just in case." Rory suggested, tilting his head toward the direction of the entrance. Nodding my head in agreement, I joined his side, and we walked in the opposite direction of where we were going.

I continued to scan the rooms we passed, but saw no one suspicious. "Maybe we're just paranoid." I pointed out to Rory, when we were closing in at the entrance door. He looked sternly at me, and pointed out further, "When have our instincts ever been wrong about someone following us?"

Stopping in my tracks to think about it, I answered reluctantly, "5 percent of the time." "Wait what? Name one time our instincts have been wrong about someone following us." he challenged.

I smirked, and said, "Remember when I was 8, and you were 14, and we were on that mission in Tampa, Florida? You thought there was a guy from the government following us, and trying to kidnap us, when it turned out to be a businessman who worked at the local office." As I continued my sentence, laughs started to mix into it, but I still managed to keep my voice quiet.

Rory groaned, which told me he remembered. "Well, that guy looked like a government official. He was wearing a business suit and everything. Besides, we need to check back in with Luke and Lilian. They could have the files sorted out." he replied, trying to wave away the topic.

I quietly giggled to myself, as Rory turned back around to go out the door, but the giggles didn't last very long. A man, from out of nowhere, tackled me, and roughly pinned me against the way. The air was wacked out of my lungs when I made contact with the wall.

"What the!" I shouted, as I felt tough hands grip my shoulders. I looked over at Rory, and saw he was lying on the marble floor on his stomach, with a cadet on top of him, pinning his hands behind his back.

Our eyes locked, and I thought, "Your instincts were right! Definitely right!" I turned forward to face my attacker, and saw it was an older cadet; a 30 year old guy named Luis.

I tucked my hands in between the space between his arms, and pushed them apart, and off my shoulders; then, before he could make a counter attack, I landed a solid roundhouse kick to the cadet's sib cage, causing him to tumble over onto the slick floor.

I looked around at the rest of the museum and saw several families looking at us in shock and horror, probably thinking, "Who's the bad guy?" I saw a fire alarm switch on the other wall, sprinted to it, and pulled it, causing a set of high-pitched beeps to echo loudly throughout the building.

Everyone ran to the nearest doors, and I grabbed the manager, who looked back at me terrified that I might hurt him. To reassure the manager, I told him, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Just call 9-1-1 as soon as you get outside." He nodded in response before gesturing bystanders out the door.

I then noticed Rory was still in his predicament, and ran over to his attacker. I grabbed the back of the cadet's disguise, and ripped him off of Rory. After helping him up, I told Rory, "Looks like your guts were right this time." He rolled his eyes, and smirked as we saw the attackers recover.

"I told you this was a stupid idea. Trying to take them in the middle of a public place." My attacker started arguing with Rory. Great, now they're fighting like a bunch of 5-year olds.

"Should we just leave?" I groaned, as the two continued to argue. "I kind of want to see if one of them punches the other." Rory grinned. Groaning, once more, I ran up to them, and kicked my attacker in the face, sending him flying across the gallery. Rory decided to mimic me, and did the same thing, but with his attacker.

The two were lying unconscious on the floor, and I smirked. "Not really how I thought our day was going to go, but it was entertaining nonetheless." I exclaimed, as we turned on our heels and sprinted out the door, running past the mob of gawking bystanders.

Once we were a good enough distance away from the museum, Rory skidded to a halt. "If there were agents here then that means they knew we're here. We got to relocate Luke and Lilian and get out of here ourselves." he pointed out.

"Rory, we're not leaving yet. I already told you this. Let's just go pick up Luke and Lilian, find someplace safe to lay low, and then think of our next move." I tried convincing. Rory crossed his arms in front of his chest, and mumbled, "Fine." We then headed for the car.

TBC....