THE ELITE AGENT

52. SYNCHRONIZED.

Elena's POV:

Maybe...

Maybe if the situations were different, maybe if I hadn't known I am dying, maybe then, there is a possibility I would have agreed to the plan. I would have even made sure to add a few more adequate ideas to enhance the plan.

But now, when I am standing on a thin thread between life and death, dangling dangerously, I don't want anyone to go through that. Definitely not him.

"How are we going to find Meghan then?" He asked. I look away. I had no answer. I don't know where she is, what she's gonna do next. I had zero knowledge of her.

"I don't know. But we will find a way. I will find a way."

Alex looks away in exasperation. He knew we all were clueless. Meghan is playing us, throwing cards after cards and all we could do is watch. But eventually, if not today, I know we will find her.

"That's not convincing, Elena."

"I am not convincing you. I am plainly commanding you. And after all this, if you still want to go ahead with the plan then I will-"

Alex narrowed his eyes, his ears waiting for the threat. "You will what?"

"I'll arrest you."

His eyes narrow infinitesimally. "Arrest me? Really? You think I would believe that after everything you have done to keep me away from the FBI?"

Darn it. He knows me too well. I could-would never arrest him. I playacted to keep him away from prison and he knows that I would never take such a drastic decision that would hurt my own sanity. How else should I stop him? What should I say that will hit him right on his thick skull that going into the evil lair of Meghan and King is dangerous?! How do I-my thoughts come to a sudden halt.

King? King! But, should I really stoop that low to make him stay? To hit him where the wounds are still raw and bruised? If it's the only way to break his determination, are the reasons for my action justified?

I look straight at his eyes. If I want his blue-grey eyes to glow endlessly, I have to do this. "Want to repeat what happened when you were fourteen?"

There. I saw it clear as a day when his determined face shattered. I saw how a proud sturdy agent was that little boy once again. I saw how his eyes changed their colour, fear flicking behind those orbs as if he is revisiting that horrendous day. I gulp when he blinked his eyes. His breathing turns uneven as he ran his hand through his hair.

"I thought we promised not to bring up certain parts of our lives."

I look down as shame washes over me. I remember promising each other but the circumstances are such I have no other way out. He created such circumstances to make me break the promise. Though I have a valid reason for my cunning sinful words which was meant to stab him, remorse engulfed me whole.

"Sorry. But try to understand," I look back up once more, my eyes pleading. Good Lord, what's wrong with me?! When did his decisions of life matter so much to me? "Please," I whispered. A foreign softness coated my tone.

I could see it in his eyes, the determination fading, the mist in his blue-grey orbs clearing, as he finally let out a defeated sigh.

"Fine."

***
The sun was setting as it emitted a beautiful glow of lemon and orange, making the sky a ball of fire. The warm rays hit my face as I let out a relaxed sigh. I look down to see the rushing cars and scattered people who couldn't make a second to enjoy the enhanced beauty.

Never was I a fan of appreciating nature or any such thing. I had far more duties and responsibilities than just while away my time on understanding the essence of creation. I never had that liberty to sit back and observe.