CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Uncovering The Plot

ISABELLE'S POV:

I opened my eyes and found myself in a white room. I was in patient robes, and I groaned. My body was aching.

"Where am I?" I muttered, looking around in the white room. I was on a bed, next to all the medical equipment. There was someone sitting on the couch in the room. Someone I didn't know. He was a guy with glasses, brown hair and dressed properly.

"You're Isabelle, am I right?" the guy said, standing up.

"Who are you?"

"Theo Sokolov," he offered his hand to me. "It's nice to meet you."

"Theo?" I blinked. "Aren't you the guy who was supposed to land in a helicopter to pick us up, instead tried to kill us!?"

Sokolov raised his two hands. "No, wait! I didn't try to kill all of you, okay? I'm innocent!"

I shook my head. "How can I trust you?! We were all nearly blown to bits because of you!"

"Just listen to me. The explosion... I didn't know it was going to happen, I swear."

I didn't want to listen to him anymore. "Where is Nathan, Cheymayne and Dave?"

"That's what I want to tell you," he said, exasperated. "Just listen, okay?"

I gritted my teeth. "You have ten seconds to talk," I snarled.

"Okay." He took in a deep breath. "Look, the explosion was caused by three C4s, planted on the helipad. Dave and Nathan flew off the roof since they were the closest to the explosion, while you and Cheymayne were a little further."

"Are they dead?" I gasped.

"No," he shook his head. "They are abducted. Cheymayne is in the next room. But the thing is, I don't know where they are."

"You bastard!" I yelled at him. I swung my legs around. I charged past him, out the door and into Cheymayne's room and shoved the door open. "Cheymayne!"

DAVE'S POV:

My head was pounding when I woke up. I looked around, but all I could see was darkness. I could make out that I was in a room somehow, somewhere.

I shook my head to get the grogginess out. I looked around for Nathan, and I made out a figure on my right. I tried to move, but I my hands and legs were tied. I looked up to see that I was tied from a rope that was suspended from the ceiling.

"Fuck," I snarled. "Nathan? Nathan?!"

I kicked out at the figure beside me. I heard a groan.

"Stop it, Dave! I'm not a human punching bag," I heard him grumble.

I heard the drip of blood onto the floor. "Where are we-"

The light flashed right at my eyes, and I was blinded momentarily. I blinked. I could see a few figures in front of me.

"Well well well," I heard a familiar voice say. "If it isn't the two bodyguards."

I looked up. "Gonzales," I growled darkly.

"Eh? Gonzie?" Nathan said, his eyes barely open due to the bright light.

"Gentlemen," Gonzales nodded to both of us. "How are you two doing?"

"You traitor!" I yanked forward, but was held back by my bonds. "I knew you were trouble the moment you walked in, bitch!"

"Are you quoting Taylor Swift?" Gonzales smiled smugly. "Well see what's going on now, asshole."