The Spy Inside

Chapter 2: Tyler

I was frozen in fear and hardly dared to breathe. The figure was not scared however and just moseyed on over to the light switch with large strides and a confident posture. He was a big burly fellow and I knew this because his silhouette was muscular and where his chin should have been a rough half circle obscured the bottom half of his face and looked like it had been colored in by a kindergartener giving the impression of a beard.

At first he felt on one side of the door and then moved to the other side where he found the light switch and flicked it on. He turned around and saw me staring at him in silent horror.

"Hi, how ya doin'?" He asked casually. His voice was rough and reminded me of a mountain man along with his appearance that I could see better now. He was probably in his early 30's. I was correct about the beard and masculine features but oddly he was wearing black leggings and long sleeves. Luckily they were loose otherwise he would've been able to put his hands up and rip the shirt in half. His eyes were a lighter color, probably blue, and his hair was all black. I looked back at the open window and wondered how he had gotten his massive body through.

I didn't say anything but my fear changed to amusement. He looked at me and his expression was one I had seen often. He wanted me to say something. Mary was the only person I ever talked openly to, including my friends. Wait, let me correct myself, I don't have any friends, so peers would be a better word.

"Well I'm doin' good," he paused a second before continuing, "I came to pick ya up, in a way I'm adoptin' ya Leila." The shock hit me hard but his carefree manner made me almost comfortable around him. I pulled off my blankets and seizing the note as I went, got out of bed. I grabbed a medium-sized bag off a shelf and but all my clothes in it, except a t-shirt and jeans that I set aside. I then put the chest on top of my clothes and set the letter on my now empty dresser. After indicating for him to turn around, I changed into the clothes I had set aside, making sure to keep an eye on him.

I then handed him the bag, shrugged my shoulders, pointed at the window, and then pointed at the door. He had understood what I was trying to convey and said, "window," then added, "is this all ya own?" I knew he meant what was in the bag for it was not even a big bag and was only three-quarters full. A little sadly I nodded my head.

"My name is Tyler," he said and I tried to suppress a laugh but it came out in a snort because he did not act or look like a Tyler. "Well let's go," he added oblivious to my outburst.

He went out the window first and then I followed. I had been confused on how exactly he had gotten in considering I was on the second story but then I saw a rope and understood. As I was scaling down the side of the building I was thankful I was wearing jeans and not a skirt and let's just say that he was better than me at scaling the building.

I quickly learned that he was a lot more agile and faster than he looked. We went out to a black 2013 BMW M series with Bosch parts and small block engine but failing spark plugs and........ oh, sorry, I forgot tell you I like cars but I won't bore you with car descriptions.

He opened the car all gentleman like for me and with a nod of my head to say thank you I got in the back seat of the car. Before you start thinking who in the right mind would get in the car with a complete stranger, he didn't feel like a stranger, I felt like I had met him before.

I looked around the interior of the car and could tell it was kept neat, almost too neat, until Tyler got in and threw all the stuff on his seat to the passenger seat. I didn't think he was the mayor's assistant but was almost glad he probably wasn't. "Mary wanted me to tell you that the conversation you over heard is the reason you are in this car, but I do not work for the mayor" Tyler reassured, putting a little emphasis on not. Can he read minds or something, I wondered. What about Mary, I suddenly remembered after he said her name, what does she have to do with this?