Tobin's POV
Training for spokesperson. What does that even mean. All they do is have me rehearse dumb lines like "do it for your country" or something stupid like that. Its like being in a school play you didn't want to do, but its something you're stuck with being a part of.
I keep telling them, Alex is better with words, but I guess they like me better. Weird. You'd usually go to the normal ones before the insane ones.
After that little 'training' session, Marc walked me to a big room.
"What're we doing here?" I ask.
"Meeting with James" Marc said, pushing me inside.
I look around the room, and feel underdressed.
People in suits lined the table. I look down at myself, and blush. I'm in sweatpants and my only remaining UNC sweatshirt.
"Glad you could make it, Mrs. Heath" James said, and pats the spot next to him.
I don't know why, but I really hate that man.
I sit down, and then a bunch of boring people talk.
"Is everything alright?" James asks me in a whisper.
I groan.
"Why am I even here?" I whisper back.
He smiles.
"We're getting your friends back, and we thought you would want to know how" James said, then motions for someone to talk.
"Okay then. How?" I ask.
Everyone is silent as James goes through the procedure. I want to shut him up and leave, but then at the end, he adds. "You're going too"
"What? But-but I'm unstable, I'm crazy! For all you know, I could turn on you!" I blurt. I get funny looks from the men in suits.
"You're obviously not that crazy if I decided to put you in the retriever group" James said.
Huh, good point.
"But if I start to have a panic attack and reveal our super secret location, don't blame me. Blame yourself for sending me on that trip" I stand up.
"I'll send a mental doctor too, but," James stands too. "the people need a hero, Tobin-"
"I am not a hero!" I yell. "I will never be! I will always be the soccer player from New Jersey who got lucky enough to play on the United States Women's National Team. Nothing more, nothing less"
"Well you will have to be one" James tells me, and I want to kill that man. I really do. "Because right now, we have no one. This country is in trouble, and you're going to save it"
"I can't! I wont! I can hardly save myself from this insanity! Its taking over my brain, James. My brain! I cant think straight anymore!" I yell, and march out of the room, not caring what happened.
Marc follows me.
"What do you want?" I turn on Marc. I regret it as soon as it leaves my mouth.
"I'm your guard. I'll follow you to hell and back. So if you want to go kill yourself or get killed, I'm coming with" Marc says, and I'm grateful.
I nod once, turn on my heel, and march down the hallway.
In the mess hall, I sit alone.
Well, not completely.
I've got Marc.
The tv turns on. I stand up sharply, banging my knee on the table. I wince and stare at the tv.
