Trigger Kids

Chapter 9

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Calder and Somers had placed me in a hotel room last night as soon as my 'questioning' had commenced. It was a lavish, four star one downtown, with room service and my very own bodyguards. Albeit, it was just one- and he had been supplied to my aid by the Bureau- it was still over the top for my taste. I hadn't asked why I needed someone to watch over me, but it was pretty obvious. I was the only on-hand suspect; it'd be a shame to have me run away before the bad boys of the Bureau had cracked this case wide open. The guard had slept in the living room, through the French doors of the master bedroom where I'd lain for the night. I didn't sleep much.

I'd caught a glimpse of him when I'd first arrived with Agent Calder- he had to be a rookie. No one I'd seen back at the department had as much hair left on top of their heads. It was a dirty blonde colour; faded close-cropped on the sides, with length spilling out on the top. Now, he barges into the master bedroom as I'm stretching in my camisole, sloshing his coffee on the oriental rug.

"Miss- shit, I'm sorry," the agent turns away, covering his eyes with his free hand. There's a gun tucked into the waist band of his trousers.

"I'm not naked, you idiot! But thanks for just coming on in without knocking," I say, covering myself with the duvet.

"Pardon me, Miss Price, but there has been a development. Two, actually. You need to get dressed and pack your things; we leave in fifteen."

"Developments? What developments?" I say loudly.

The agent uncovers his eyes. His breathing is a little rushed as he tries to explain. "The plane- it...it's missing. And there's been a mass shooting inside Californian headquarters. People- Messiah's- they want you dead."

A white noise fades in, replacing the young Agents ramblings. The coffee stain on his white undershirt becomes a point of focus for my gaze as I try to process said information. It's slow comings; I think I'm finally about to check in with panic, but then I keep reverting back to a mind blank. Abruptly, Somers's words from the drive over to the private landing strip come hurling at me.

'I hope you don't mind taking the long route, Miss Price. Our Californian headquarters would have served well for proximity, however, there are security factors at risk here and I'm afraid our West Coast Intel may have been breached within the last 24 hours. Washington is the safest option right now.'

Holy shit.

"What do you mean the plane's missing?" I demand.

"Gone," the agent snaps. "Wiped clean off the radar."

"W-what, has it crashed?"

"We don't know; I don't know, Miss Price! My only concern right now is keeping you alive."

Silence.

"Get up!" he suddenly shouts.

"Oh, right," I say quickly, kicking off the covers.

"Agent Calder will have the car out front in twelve and a half minutes, we must time this right if we're to-" the agent is cut off by the shattering of the massive master bedroom window.

I don't know how many milliseconds it takes for the agent to dive on top of me and cover me with his body, but it's very few. There's an after-shock ringing sound in my ears as I'm pressed to the floor. I can't breathe, and it's not just the agent's mass crushing me. Three hundred hours pass in the space of a minute, and nothing has happened. No second blast, no commotion in the rest of the hotel room. The agent is sweating, his face pale, eyes pierced with alarm. I can feel the erratic drumming of his heart beat above me, sense the drop of moisture off the tip of his masculine nose onto the floor, next to my bare shoulder.

"Stay. Calm," his words sound more like personal mantra than reason.

"What's happening?" I rasp, trying to turn my head to get a view of the completely demolished window. Billions of shards of glass will have fell in an instant; some carpet the floor inside my master bedroom, the rest will have rained onto the street below. I just hope there was no one out walking.

"They're here, in Washington."

There are voices. Shouts and screams in the distance, riding up the levels of the hotel floors on heavy footsteps.

"That's our own," the young agent still on top of me says, eradicating my fears, as well as his own. When the voices become intelligible commands they knock down the front door, men in all black SWAT uniform sweeping the area with large guns.

"Rookie? Price?" yells Agent Calder from the foyer.

"We're in the master!" Rookie shouts back.

Some snappy direction is given and two SWAT members rush into the master bedroom with Agent Calder tailing, the rest of the crew continuing to sweep the premises.

"Sweet Mary," Calder remarks, noticing the elephant in the room. "What the fuck happened? We heard the explosion from two blocks away; Morrissi had the team on command within thirty seconds."

One of the SWAT guys grabs Rookie, hauling him up off me. The next one lowered himself down to pick me up gently, making me get into a seated position first.

"Are you alright?" he yelled, even though there was no need. Perhaps he just couldn't hear with that thick, black helmet on.

"I'm fine, thank you!" I yell back.

"Good to see your humor is still intact then," replies the SWAT guy at a normal range of volume.

I don't know what it was, but this comment made me laugh, and I just couldn't stop laughing. The four men in the room just stared at me in slight disturbance, unsure how to medicate my sudden loss of sanity.

It isn't until the other of the masked SWAT men says, "Trauma. Let's get her out of here," that my gushing tears of laughter turn to wails of distress. I don't recall being carried out of the building by Rookie- who's name I don't think I ever learnt- flanked by the SWAT team. All I know is I woke up in Washington D.C that morning, and slept off the last of the day's fears in a safe house in St. Louis.

Ohh, the suspense! Hope you like the evolving plot and my writing style so far; if so, let the comment section know. If not, let the comment section know xD. I love reading what you guys have to say,  it brightens up my day!

Until next time,

Maya xx