The Surface

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by Jadath14
by Jadath14
                                    
                                              P.O.V: Red
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                          The signal went out. "Sam, Sam!" I yelled in to the microphone. But there was nothing but static. "This was a bad idea, something is wrong," Lizzie spoke leaning back in her chair, sitting in a small apartment across the street from the metro station. "I need to find her I'm going," my voice was cold. I was feeling everything. Anger, fear, uncertainty. I felt so idiotic for ever letting Sam go in there by herself. This is all my fault and I have to get her back. "Not without me", Lizzie jumped up adjusting her gun under her jacket. "Yeah me too," Donald said, already halfway to the door. "Just to make this clear I'm not doing this for you Reddington I'm doing this for the girl. She's a good kid and she doesn't deserve to die," Donald said. Sam has affected him. Her kindness, her humor. But that's Sam, she's the girl you care about. Sam, please hold on, I'm coming. Dembe standing near the desktop computer that was recording her voice through the earpiece. He gives me a steady nod and sits down, trying to see if there is any other way for us to figure out where she has gone. "Time to go before something else goes wrong," Lizzie stated door already open. We walked down the concrete steps the lead into the train station. People everywhere. I need to find her. If something would to happen.... I can't even thing such horrific things, at least not now. Lizzie beside me her phone rings. "Keen, Dembe you found something. In the woods? Alright,"with that Lizzie hangs up her phone. "That was Dembe we found her." She lead Donald and me out of the slowly emptying station out to the street. My mind races, but I can't let it show. My capability of showing a lack of emotion is something I pride myself on. I see Dembe already in the driving seat. "I will go alone, you should stay here just in case something else comes up," I said already halfway in to the car. "No way, I'm coming with you. Tom has Sam." Lizzie jumps in the car next to me. "I will contact Copper," Donald says. The car speeds off. I should have never let her leave. I should have never let her do any of this. I know what she said, but its not true. She is no monster. Now with Lizzie in the car with me there is a greater chance that I will lose them both, and I would rather die then to let that happen.
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                          P.O.V: Sam
                          "Sammie, how have you been? Really I'm interested," He stood in front of the dark oak desk leaving his back against the middle. The men who pretty much dragged me in this place disappeared behind the same doors that caused me to wish that I listened to Red.
                          "What do you think you are doing? What do you really gain from all of this? Taking me, treating the task force, pissing off my father. Is this your revenge on me. If that is the case then go ahead, Jackson. Kill me." 
A sadistic grin slowly crawled upon his face.
                          "You have no idea how much I wished I could put a bullet in your head but sadly that is not my call." Just then a man walked through the door. A dark blue suit, grey hair with just a hint of the color of his youth left behind.
                          "Hello Samantha, its been so long since last we met. Last time I saw you I was saving your life. If It wasn't for me you would be just as dead as your mother. Let me introduce myself."
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Clif hanger. I know guys it sucks.