Lies and Legends

Chapter 5

The caliber of what he said sunk in. My mom may have had something to do with the dissapearence of my dad. Mom knows something.

I saw her stand, turn on her heel, and try to run, but Mindy was too quick for her, and she grabbed her by her hair, pulling her to the ground. My mom yelped in pain, but all I could do was sit there, trying to wrap my head around the situation. THe CIA wanted me, a 15 year old girl, to come work for them so that I could find my dad and help convict my mom. I felt someone tug on my shoulder, and looked up to see Nana. Her face was full of emotions, ranging form anger to sadness to satisfaction.

"Come on, you can wait on the back deck," she said.

She half-led, half-pushed me out of the living room, through the kitchen and out the back door. Mindy had successfully detained my mom. Nana sat me down in a plastic deck chair and dragged a chair to sit across from me.

"What will you do?" she said.

"About what?" I said, too lost in my own thoughts.

"Well it's not everyday the CIA recruits a 15 year old girl to solve the case of her father's dissapearance," she said. "What will you do?" she asked once more.

"I'm taking the job, of course. I have to. It may be the only way to not go insane with worry over my parents," I said. "And you're right. How often does the CIA try to recruit a 15 year old?"

Walter walked through the door then. "Mindy is taking Lana to Langley," he said.

"And you really trust Mindy to do that?" Nana asked. "It looked like she was ready to kill Lana."

"It will be fine. Christina, may I talk to you about something?" he asked, face red, looking slightly ashamed.

"Yes sir," she said.

"We have evidence that your son was taken by an organization known as the Black Death." The color drained from Nana's face. "We know that your parents were active Black Death participants, as Joseph Almond turned in the partial list of participants in. We know that you have never been associated with them, but we need you to think of any reason they would want your son. Can you think of anything?"

Nana shook her head vigorusly. I sighed. My greatgrandparents were apart of a terrorist organization, my mom may be in on my dad's dissapearence, and the CIA wanted to employ me. This day was crazy.