Captured

Chapter eleven Where is he?

"No, no, no, no!" I scream. I tear the note into shreds. I start breathing really heavily and my heart is beating fast. "W... W.... W... Where's my inhaler?" I say in between breaths. I search my desk drawers looking for my emergency inhaler. I find it in my bottom drawer and quickly grab it out. I bring it up to my mouth and push the button and nice cooling air comes into my mouth. I take it out of my mouth and set it on my desk. I sit on my bed to calm myself down. Once my heart is back to normal along with my breathing I search for my phone. "Aha" I say when finding my phone in my purse. I search my contacts for Andy's number. He's one of the first contacts because his names starts with an A. I click call and bring the phone up to my ear. "Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring." The phone goes. "Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message." I hang up. "Of course he didn't answer!" I say out loud. I guess I could call Ben. He is another one of the agents but not as important as Andy. He is one of the nicest agents I have met. I click call on his contact and bring the phone up to my ear once again. "Quinn?" Ben says. Thank goodness he answered! "Where is he?" I say. "Who?" Ben asked confused. "You know who!" I say. "No I actually don't. What's wrong Quinn? What happened?" He says. "The agency stole Jake! My parents are spies and they kidnapped him and have him to you." I say. "I had no idea that! I saw them take him though but I didn't know it was Jake!" He says. "Well where did they take him?" I say. "I can't tell you that Quinn. You know I like you and all but I would probably get kicked out for telling you about a mission you aren't involved in." He says. "Oh cut it out Ben I'm your friend just tell me." I whine. "He's that important to you." He says more to himself then me. "No duh Sherlock." I say in an angry sarcastic voice. "Fine but you owe me big time." He says. I squeal in excitement. "They are at the big abandoned hospital on 59th street but I don't know what floor. It's a big hospital that has at least 100 floors." He says. "Thanks Ben I owe you big time!" I say then hang up. I realized I was getting all excited for nothing. I can't do this by myself. Surely Ben wouldn't help he doesn't want to be in any more trouble. My mind is racing. Who could I have come with me? Then it hits me like a brick, a light brick, but a brick. Stacy! Stacy is a spy at my agency. She's 19 years old and has beautiful long light blonde hair that goes to her waist, brown eyes, and an active tan body but you can tell it's not tan because a tanning bed but because she's outside a lot. I search my contacts and aha there she is. I call her and wait for an answer. "Come on pick up!" I say. By the four ring I hear a "Hello?" From the other end of the phone. "Oh hey Stacy is that you?" I say. "Yeah who's this?" She says. "It's Quinn." I say. "Oh hey Quinn what's up?" She says. "Well you now big stuff." I say. "What's up?" She says meaning whats big and not what are you doing. I tell her the whole story and when I finish I hear a "Wow." Come from the other end. "So you will help?" I ask. "I don't know Quinn I mean we could lose are jobs at the agency." She says. "Please! I need you to help me!!!" I say. There is a silence on the other end of the phone for awhile and then I hear "Fine I will help but answer me this one question, why do you care so much if they just ask him questions anyway?" She says. "Cause why do they need to?" I say. "Whatever I will meet you there in 15 minutes." She says. "Thanks!" I say and hang up. I was just about to run downstairs to get into the truck when I realize I'm in my pjs still. I get on a white t-shirt and put my leather jacket over it. I get some jeans on and a black scarf. Then I french braid my hair quickly and run into the bathroom to do my makeup.

"Hey Quinn!" Stacy says hugging me. "Hi." I say nervously. We are outside the hospital and it smells like rotting fish. We walk inside and split up. She takes the first 50 floors and I take the last 50 floors. If she thinks she hears them she calls me immediately! I go into the elevator that is really scary and old. I click the button for floor 51 and for a minute it doesn't move but then I almost fall over because it moves so fast. "Eeekk!" The elevator goes to a stop. I look around and try to hear anything but I guess it is no use. This goes on for several more floors then finally my phone rings loudly echoing off the medal walls of the small elevator. "Hello." I say. "Hey Quinn I hear them! I'm on floor 23." Stacy says. "I will be right there!" I say and hang up. The elevator stops on floor 68 and I don't even step out or hesitate to push the button for floor 23. 15 long minutes later the elevator screeches to a halt and I'm out the door. Stacy is standing there smiling at me. "What?" I say. "Nothing." She says still smiling. I run and hear the noise of talking. I finally found the room they are in. I don't hesitate to kick the door open and barge in. Then in the corner of the room Jake is strapped onto a patient bed. Instead of being straight to the rescue, I find myself staring at him and thinking how brave he is. I snap myself out of the thought and my original thought is back. My parents and Andy are standing there beside him. I run to a table near by Andy and grab a pair of scissors on it. I cut off the tape that is holding Jake down and he sits up. When he sits up I notice that they have taped his hands and by taped I mean you can see no thumbs, fingers, nails, nothing. Using my hand I carefully tear off the tape. Jake gets off the bed and stands next to me with his hand tightly securing mine. My mom says "Quinn we" I stop her right there and say "No mom I don't ever want to talk to you again. I mean your the worst. Your the the.... I hate you!" I could see hurt in her eyes. My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. My dad. My dad. The man I told everything to. The man who when I was little would read me stories. The man who I loved more than anything in this world. "Sweetie." He says calmly. I try hard not to cry and say "No dad." And walk out of the room.