All For You

Fourteen

August

"Are you sure? Are you completely positive it's her?" Reid asks Freddy, glaring daggers at his poor phone.

"I'm sure. I was in a meeting with the higher ups to decide her... punishment for messing up a mission, and they called her Sophie. But she told them that her name was Isla Frazer. She said it, and if your description of her is correct, then it's definitely her. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, she was even wearing the red dress you saw her in. It was her," he says, and my heart drops. But in the best way possible, and I'm not sure if it should've or not.

She shouldn't be there. She shouldn't be waiting to hear what her damn punishment is. But she's there.

We found her.

Now we just have to get her back.

"Holy fuck," Nick whispers, looking at Reid. He looks back at him, eyes wide, and Nick smiles, laughing with tears in his eyes. "You saw her? Was she okay?"

Freddy stays quiet for a while, until Reid yells at him to say something. "She... well, she was hurt. Her partner probably punched her for messing the mission up. And they sent her down into isolation, which is literally just a cold, dark cell in the basement, for a week. She was laughing when they took her, probably because she was shocked they didn't decide to just kill her."

I grit my teeth, my heart dropping again. This time in the worst way possible.

"Fuck," Reid whispers, looking down again. Gripping onto the counter hard. "When was this, Freddy? A few days ago?"

"Yeah. I couldn't safely contact you that night, and I've had eyes on me since then. She's still in isolation right now, but they should let her out before the mission I told you about. The drug party one. They're sending her on that one. I'm pretty sure they're changing her alias from Sophie soon, too. It shouldn't matter, though, since we know what she looks like now," he says, sighing. Guilty, because he couldn't tell us any of this earlier.

I clench my fists, angry. Annoyed. Frustrated.

Isolation? What the fuck is that? A dark, cold cell in the basement. For a whole fucking week. Alone, probably. I wonder if those fucks are even feeding her while she's down there.

I feel sick. My heart is pumping out of my chest. I think I'm going to be sick.

"Can't you get her out of there or something? Just sneak her out!" Elijah yells, leaning towards the phone.

Frustrated, because we can't do anything. We just have to stand here, while she's in pain and alone, and we can't do anything.

"I wish I could..." Freddy mumbles, sounding depressed. "I'm sorry. But if I do that, they'll kill me, and then our mission will be ruined. And who knows? They might never let her leave isolation if they realise they've got spies working amongst them."

Eliott curses, grabbing his hair. "How can we just let her rot down there? There has to be something we can do! Anything!"

"Eliott, stop," Reid says, a painful look in his eyes. "There's nothing we can do. Not yet."

"Dad!" Hayden yells, looking at his father desperately, tears in his eyes. "Please."

"I know," Reid says, looking down. On the verge of tears, I'm sure. We all are. Tears in our eyes, cracks in our hearts. Itches in our fingertips, aching in our muscles.

The only thing stopping us from getting in our cars and driving straight to that stupid base to save her is our rationality. Our common sense.

We'll all die the second we step foot in that hell hole. And we can't save Isla dead.