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

Chapter 25

Zylina's Point of View

We pulled into the drive-way, and Rory shut off the ignition. "Do we have a plan?" he asked.

As I unbuckled myself, I shrugged before saying, "Not really, but hey, we usually don't have one." In almost perfect sync, Rory and I opened our doors, and stepped out of the car.

My breath caught in my throat, as I scanned the place, and realized that we were actually back at the old Academy facility. Yes, the Academy building itself had burned but the other buildings around it were just fine.

"Which building?" I heard Rory ask, as I scanned the area around me. I pointed to the house; when the Academy was being run on this land it was originally a farm, so there was a farm-house we never used for anything but storage.

"Alright, you ready?" I nodded and looked at Rory, who nodded back. I was surprised that he had even agreed to come back after what happened not even an hour ago.

We crept to the door, and as I kept an eye for any cadets who might sneak up behind us, Rory tried the door handle.

"Zyl..." I looked over my shoulder, and saw Rory was giving the slightly open door a confused stare. He looked at me, and continued, "It's already unlocked," I don't think that's a good thing.

We both took a step into the dark house, and scanned the area. "Does it seem too quiet to you Little Z?" Rory asked.

"Yeah, way too qu-" Before I could finish, I was grabbed from behind and a hand was shoved over my mouth to muffle my shouts. I caught the quick blur of Rory being taken into the same situation.

I tried fighting, pulling away from my attacker, but it was a futile attempt, and a moment later the hand removed itself from my mouth, and I was shoved into the wall.

I let out a small yelp when my wrists were jerked together behind me, and something pinched tightly at my skin. I knew what it was in an instant, and I sighed; I hate zip ties.

Two firm hands gripped onto my shoulders, and I was shoved down the hall. On my way down the hall, Rory, who was in the same position as me, and his attacker joined us.

Moments later, we were both finally shoved into the main living and I couldn't keep the gasp from passing my lips. Luke and Lilian were tied down to chairs only feet away from each other, and gagged.

There was also a man standing in between them with his hands gripping onto the back of the chairs. I knew it was Archer in an instant, and by Rory's defiant look, I knew he recognized our old teacher as well.

"Zylina and Rory; the two traitors. Nice to see my old students again." Archer smirked. My gaze went back and forth between Luke and Lilian; Luke had a black right eye with blood dripping from his gagged mouth, and Lilian's neck was a bit more red than it should have been, like she had nearly been strangled.

"Archer, aren't you a little old to be going on missions like these?" I nervously glanced at Rory; we both knew from experience that of all the teachers at the Academy to throw sass at, it should never be Archer.

My assumption was right; in the span of a few seconds Archer was gripping tightly at Rory's throat, causing him to gag. I flinched, and tried pulling away, but the grip on my arms and shoulders were too tight.

"Don't sass me, boy." Archer hissed, and I heard Rory grunt as Archer's fingers squeezed tighter around his throat.

Finally, Archer released Rory, and he crumpled to the ground, but still in the grip of the agent that had attacked him earlier.

Rory stumbled back to his feet, and I finally found my voice to ask, "Hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah....Yeah, I'm good." he responded, between breaths and swallows. Both of our gazes went back to Archer, who had placed himself back in between Luke and Lilian's chair.

"Tie up Rory, take Zylina to the dining room." Archer ordered, gesturing to the agents. My heart skipped a beat as I was pushed towards a door on the other side of the room, and Rory was shoved into a chair.

"Why the dining room?" I asked, resisting the pushes and shoves.

Archer turned to look at me, and said, "You have someone in there who would like to talk to you."

My mind went blank at the statement, allowing my attacker to shove me the rest of the way into the door. I kept my eyes down; I didn't want to see who was sitting at the table in front of me. I already knew who it was, and it was the last person I wanted to see.

"Agent Z," I finally forced myself to look up, and angrily stare at the man I used to call "Sir,"; the Boss.

He was leaning back in a chair at the far end of the table, a smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. "Take a seat, please. I would love to hear all about your time away from "home"." he offered, gesturing to the seat on the opposite end of the table.

I flinched when I heard the slamming of the door behind me, and instinctively, I turned around to see that there were two agents, plus the one that brought me here, were guarding the door.

I slowly turned back to the boss, and gazed down at the chair in front of me. Should I really sit in that chair, and listen to anything he has to say? I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?

TBC....