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Spy Rule 3: Never underestimate your opponent

Kylie's  p.o.v

I wake up with a killer headache. I open my eyes and look around and all I see is light shining through the black sack over my head. I was confused as to why there was a sack on my head. I heard two guys talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. Towards the end after whatever was injected into me was completely out of my system I heard one guy say " We've been on the road for about an hour. Do you think they others accomplished their task any easier?"

The other man laughed and said "They probably had it easier. That little bitch in the back was hard to catch."

Alright I've been in here an hour I can figure out how long now. The car comes to a stop and I hear one guys say "Get the girl while I start the new car."

So we are also switching cars! Who the hell are these people?! I pretend to still be asleep while the guy picks me up and puts me in the new car. Once we start moving again I went to take the sack of my head but my hands were handcuffed to the floor of the van. I huffed in annoyance. The driver said "Sounds like she is awake."

The guy in the passenger seat grunts. I hear him unbuckle and climb into the back where I am. He uncuffs my hands from the floor but they are still cuffed together. He sits me up in the seat and buckles me in and then takes off the sack. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light and I look out the window and notice that we've been in the car for about 15 hours and 30 minutes. I know this because I live in Los Angeles, California and and we are almost Colorado Springs, Colorado. One thing I don't understand is why we changed cars. The guy from the passenger seat is still sitting beside me and he asks me "Do you know who we are?"

I roll my eyes and say "Yeah yall are the asses who kidnapped me."

He then asks "Do you know where you are?"

I think of course I do. But instead of saying that out loud I pretend to look around and say "I don't know maybe Northern California."

He doesn't say anything. He climbs back up front. I roll my eyes at them. They have clearly underestimated me which is a big mistake. I lay my head against the window and close my eyes and pretend to be asleep to see if they start talking again. About 30 minutes later I hear the driver say " I don't know why boss picked her. Or even wants her. She is just some girl who likes to fight. She couldn't even figure out where she was and that is a major thing you need to know when doing our job."

I frown, is that what people really think of me. I mean yeah I fight and I'm sassy. I fight because people push me to far at school. I have never thrown the first punch in a fit. Bitches at school are alway starting shit. They talk about how I don't have a mom and how my dad is just a drunk. I mean yes my father is a drunk but they don't know he abuses me. After they say stuff about my mother I say something back and then they usually swing.

The passenger replies "Yeah but she did kick our asses when we were trying to catch her. I think she will do fine."

What the hell is there job. I decide that I am going to fake wake up so I can ask some questions. I yawn and lift my head up from the window. The driver looks in the mirror at me and rolls his eyes. He is starting to piss me off. I was about to ask a question but the driver gave the passenger a look. The passenger guy came to the back where I am and blind folded me to where I couldn't see a thing. Instead of relying on my sight I am relying on my hearing. We drove for about 20 more minutes and then I heard it. I heard a plane taking off and I knew I was at an airport. The van stopped and I was slung over someone's shoulder. I was then set down in a seat on the airplane. The blind fold was taken off I looked around. I was on a jet and all the windows were closed. I sigh. Then the two guys come and sit down. The first one which I am assuming was driver sits down. He looks to be 30. The second guy who was the passenger look to be early 20s.  I ask "Can you take the hand cuffs off now?"

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