Journal of a Young Spy *On Hold*

Escape?

Everything starts flooding back. "I was on a job from the 'Big Boss' at work. A very important one at that... well, apparently. I had to take a train, and then a taxi cab, to Trafalgar Square in London. When entering from the North, I had to go South-West to stand at the entrance of a classified building with a briefcase full of, well I don't exactly know." (Sorry, not even my Journal finds out about classified information!) I know I was speaking out loud like a cray person, but it's what I need to do to get all the information out of myself. "I got there, and was stood there for about 10 minutes, staring at the floor, as I was instructed to. Then... Then I felt a hand grab my arm and start dragging me into a side alley nearby. I followed them as I didn't actually get told how the transfer would happen. I didn't look up until we had stopped and the hand loosened its grip. I slowly raised my head to meet the face infront of me. I saw things I recognised. A Grey Skin-Tight suit, for a guy... A gun, which, from the grip mould, obviously belongs to... 'Oh no' I started thinking to myself as I continued to slowly look up. Not... I stop, staring into those Emerald Green eyes of... *shudder* his. Next thing I know, a hand comes swinging at my face, apparently knocking me out for, however long it's been."

I sweep the whole room, under the bed, in the salad and in the cloudy water. There was a box under the bed, of clothing, rags. The water was clear, but the salad held a knife. I had used knifes of this type before now to pick locks remarkably similar to the one on the door. It seemed too easy, and too familiar. It wasn't real, I could feel it. I played along anyway, pretending picking the lock was a challenge, when it really wasn't. I faked being proud, when in reality, I was disappointed in myself for doing this act. They should know that this is too easy, that they are practically handing me the key! I look and feel so stupid in this act, as I can do this in milliseconds! Just like in training camps, it was all too easy! I finish my act and open the door. I stop acting and run out into a pale-blue corridor. This is serious now, there are so many routes! Where do I start? I go by a maze rule I learnt when I was young: 'Stick lefts and you are guaranteed to get to the exit!' I start walking left wall ways, and it started to get patronising, walking with my back against the wall to my left. I got to the 10th door and peeked through the light gap. A light was actually on. Well rather, the blaring of a computer screen in the pitch black. I knew it was risky, but I thought of the old saying me and my best friend Katelyn had. 'YOLO FISH!' I whisper at the top of my lungs and open the door to run in, 'guns blazing' although, I have no guns. I run in, and trip on a cable, twisting my ankle. There was a loud BANG as I hit the wooden floor, and the guy in the computer chair turns his head from the screen to face me on the floor and we BOTH do a double take. He did it as I was out of the STUPID METAL BOX I was trapped in, but I do a double take for a completely different reason. "YOU!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I was already a goner as a mass of heavy footsteps reached the door, staring at my butt, high in the air from the fall. I stay staring at the guy in the chair. Without looking at the men that were obviously staring at my butt, HE speaks, practically whispers at them:

"Do not engage. Back to your stations. I have this covered." I shiver at his voice, so calm, so relaxed, even though he was staring at the very girl he despises. "Page Adams, what a marvellous escape" he mutters when the men had disappeared back to their stations in utter silence. I stare at him.

"You set that up. You know my level of expertise, Nick. You know that was a child's play for me." I snarl. He gets from his chair, and turns off the monitor. "Good game?" I ask in a snarky tone. "Solitaire, another set of simple, flexible rules I DISPISE!" I growl now, looking up at his face. He laughs.

"I see you picked up what happened then, Page. I look away for one second to play Solitaire and you are here, clumsily tripping on a wire to attract the attention of all my guards." He smiles with his emerald green eyes, I knew that look. He was happy to have power. I try to get up, falling over again. "Broken ankle, Page?" he looks to my ankle, trapped in the cables. He looks concerned for the first time since we were best friends all that time ago. He strolls over to my ankle, bending down to help me out. I try to pull away, angry at him, but I know I wouldn't get out any quicker than if he continued, so I sat there, staring at his nimble fingers unwinding all the loops around my ankle. He hits a snag, causing me to howl in pain. He instantly stops, looking at me, panic in his eyes. "Page, are you okay?" I hate it when he is concerned, it's actually cute. "I'm nearly done, then we can sort you out." This was no longer about power for him, it was about me. I mull over his words as he finishes untying me.

He shuffles over a little to pick me up bridal style, and I take the chance to get him back. I take a hit at him, right in his left jaw. He falls onto his butt from the hit, and laughs, gripping his jaw in slight pain.

"You had to do that, didn't you, Page. I don't blame ya, really." He gets up. It's cool, I would have done the exact same if I were you." He bends back down and grabs me bridal style. When I try to get him to drop me, he clings tighter to my waist and thighs. "Page, listen. I am going to take you to our medical room as fast as possible and get our best nurses and doctors to take a look at that ankle, it's obviously badly damaged from how painful it was when I moved the wires about to untangle you." He tries to sooth me, and it works... NO! NO IT DOESN'T! But I give in, as he is right, it is badly damaged from my forced reaction. He rushes into the medical room, about 50 doctors and nurses staring...

"GET OUR BEST DOCTORS AND NURSES TO MEDICAL ROOM 2" He shouts. Instantly the mass of bodies move frantically as Nick moves to a medical room, 2 I presume. He lowers me onto the bed and stands back, staring at me as about 10 different medical staff surround me, and I get woozy. The faces above me blur into one large mass of peach, brown, blonde and a bright red patch in the centre of it all. Nothing was clear for the first time in my 16 years of life. Then what seems to look like a mask covers my face. I struggle a little. Next thing I know, I've been out cold for an hour.

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