Spy School Project X

Protection

CIA Convoy

Somewhere near West Virginia

June 1

1300 Hours

I was being taken somewhere. I didn't know exactly where, but it was somewhere. At around ten in the morning, I had been taken by the CIA to a convoy of disguised armored cars, where I would be shipped to a safe house until this all blew over. All before I could even eat breakfast. I hadn't had anything to eat all day actually, save for a mint at the receptionists desk at the front of the school. 

The bomb had been detonated in the wrong room, the person who set it put it in the break room next to Alexander's office, meaning we escaped with just scratches. While we made it out, however, the wall connecting us to the break room had been completely blown out, so Alexander had a new window in his office.

I was able to check the internet once more before we left, and suffice it to say, the public was going crazy. You had people taking it logically, thinking I was just some unfortunate kid caught in the wrong places at the wrong time, while others thought I was a government engineered robot, designed to wreak havoc on the world. Ironically, I think those people were closer than those who thought I was just an innocent kid. Cyrus had contacted the CIA in Mexico, which was currently where Murray was being held until his transportation to a facility in the US, and - as usual - Murray had somehow weaseled out of their hands, escaping somewhere. No one knew exactly when he had escaped, but I figured he could've been half way around the world by now. My parents had been texting me frantically, worried, along with my friends from before spy school, who were either excited, surprised, worried, or wanted to be my girlfriend.

It was very unlike the CIA, but they let me keep my vision on the ride, not bothering to chloroform me or put a burlap sack over my head. I always hated those bags, they were so itchy. I was sitting in a van, the two driver seats up front, and in the back had a bench running down either side of the van, the middle of the van containing a mounted machine gun, which is why we couldn't have traditional seats - or seat belts. There was the driver, an agent sitting shotgun, who funnily enough had a shotgun, and then two more agents sitting in the back with me, both fully covered in black clothing, like the clothes Erica wears. Both of them were holding MP5's, not speaking a word during the trip. They looked like mini Dane Brammages, both men standing over six feet tall, looking like they could be professional wrestlers.

I knew very little about the predicament I was in, only knowing the safe house was somewhere in Kentucky. It seemed like it was only my identity that had been brought up on the news, which was good for Erica and Mike and everyone else at Spy School. Unfortunately for me, Murray had gotten out more information to the internet than I would've liked. He somehow got my CIA serial number, along with my official CIA account. He found video evidence of the museum in Britain a few missions back, where me and all my friends were being shot at by Jenny Lake. I don't even know how he got it widespread, he must've bribed a news service or hacked into the television system. Whether people on the internet believed it or not, it was still being spread, which made me famous. My name and my information was trending on any social media service you could think of.

We had been driving for about an hour when the driver told me we were making a pit stop for gas. There was one way glass separating the drivers compartment and us, meaning I couldn't even see out the windshield. I felt us slowing down, making a turn off the highway and to the right.

We made another turn to the right, and then stopped. I heard the door of the driver click open, the sound of cars on the highway apparent now with it open. The door slammed shut once again, locking us in the previous lack of noise. An idea popped in my head. While I didn't necessarily want to put myself out in the open, if I could get outside I could get some valuable information about where we are and what the convoy looks like. I put on my best worried face, pretending to be nervous, which wasn't that hard, since I was. "Do you think I could go for a bathroom break?" I asked the agents sitting beside me politely. "My bladder always acts up when I'm nervous."