Noticed Only By Him

Chapter 17: Escape

Chapter seventeen~

The ride from there-on-out was awkwardly quiet;  Braeden hadn’t spoken a word since we left the gas station. He was smart, I knew that much. Once he put two and two together, he would figure out that something is wrong with me, something different. I was actually surprised with the lack of information SWAT headquarters gave him and Trevor. What surprised me even more was that Trevor revealed that they had actually developed a serum to allow regular people to see people like Jason, Logan and I. But how? 

Why?

This whole experiment and mission must have cost the government millions of dollars. There is no way that three people could be valuable enough to justify this expense.

“You said I was a national security risk. According to my rights, I demand to know how I'm perceived as such a threat.” I gave Braeden a challenging look.

His face remained expressionless; hollow and cold, deep in thought.

“That will be explained to you once we reach our destination.”

I laughed.

“You don’t know, do you?” I defied. “I bet they didn’t tell you guys anything about me.”

“We do as we are told. Our assignment was to locate you and take you into custody, and then deliver you to the designated location. I do not have to explain myself to you. You are in government custody.”

“What if I’m just an innocent teenage girl and you guys are signing my death warrant by taking me to this place? Do I look threatening?”

I strained my brain trying to come up with words that could guilt Braeden to letting me go, but who was I kidding? He was trained SWAT. A petty, whining girl wasn’t going to make him disobey orders.

“Looks can be deceiving and something—something is different about you.” Braeden looked out of the foggy window into the distance. It had started raining and the skies had turned a dark, pale grey.

I sighed, struggling to find another way of getting out of this predicament. Surely we would be arriving at our destination shortly, and then I would truly be surrounded.

I lied down on the seat and picked at my nails, something I’ve never been stressed about enough to do.

My eyes then caught sight of Braeden’s gun holster, the shiny black metal weapon still safely tucked inside. It must have fallen under the front seat when he was sitting in the back where I currently was. My eyes sparkled with hope and I begged myself not to smile and possibly give myself away. I had to plan this very strategically. Any second now Braeden could notice the missing weight on his hip.

I slowly shifted my weight naturally so that it would only appear that I was shifting positions on the seat for comfort. My arm outstretched and my fingers grasped the pliable plastic case of the gun. As soon as I had gotten a firm grasp on the holster Trevor looked in his rear view mirror, checking on me.

“Everything okay back there, missy?”

“Yea—ah,” I stumbled, “just fine.”

“Well you never had anything to eat. Here, I got this at the gas station—”

A taco went soaring towards me from the front of the truck and I had to drop the gun in order to avoid being hit in the face by the flying pita. The gun let out a small thud but was masked by the sound of me catching the cold taco.

My heart skipped a beat as I feared that Braeden or Trevor had somehow heard the noise from the firearm falling but recomposed myself quickly.

“Thanks Trevor” I mumbled, more annoyed than grateful.

Suddenly the seat in front of me flew back violently, hitting me in the face. Realization dawned on me and through blurry eyes, I lunged for the gun. Braeden did at the same time and I let my fist fly, my fist connecting with something hard. Swearing pursued I could see spots of blood on my hand. But Braeden was stronger out of the two of us, as well as trained specifically for these types of situations and he was able to restrain me while he picked up his weapon.

“What the fuck Braeden?” Trevor looked over at us, half scared—half angry.

“The bitch stole my gun.” Braeden glared at me.

“You’re both bleeding. Braeden, you’re an idiot for leaving your gun accessible in the first place. You could have compromised our entire assignment.”

“She wouldn’t have gotten far,” Braeden said, turning in his seat to face the front again, “we’re here.”