The Spoken Truth

Chapter Seventeen: The Task at Hand

            The next day was the day. The day where the mission was put to action. It was the day everyone was waiting for; well me at least. I was excited to get this over with and prove myself to the guys, but I still wasn’t sure if they were going to take me with them or not. So I asked.

            “I don’t know Marcie…it’s really dangerous…” I knew Clyde would be over protective so I also asked Derrick.

            “I’ve been thinking about it and I think you could be very useful, but like Clyde said it’s very very dangerous,” even Derrick didn’t give me a straight answer.

            “So yes or no?”

            “I don’t know, Marcie. I think you should be able to if you think you can handle it; Clyde said you almost fainted in the sight of blood,” Derrick replied.

            So I went to go ask Clyde the yes or no question. He was in his room packing his necessities for the mission.

            “Clyde?” he looked up at me; I continued, “So…can I come with you?”

            “Marcie,” he sat down on he’s bed, I stayed standing, “think about it…you have a life. A life worth living. Do you really want to give that up?” I had no idea why he was being so dramatic; maybe it was the wrong time to ask.

            “I wouldn’t be ‘giving up my life.’ I just wanna come with you guys.”

            “I know…but…well, what did Derrick say?”

            “He said that I could be a very useful addition to the group.”

            “His exact words?” I nodded, “What was he thinking?” Clyde said to himself, but it was loud enough for me to hear it.

            “He’s right you know…I would be a very very useful member,” I could tell that Clyde disagreed very much with me. He sighed and said:

            “You promise to be as careful as possible?”

            “Cross my heart.”

            “I guess…I guess you could come.”

            “Yes, thank you,” I kissed his cheek and ran out the door. I went in my room and packed.

            After everyone was ready to go and said good-bye to Mrs. Gellman, we hopped into the Mustang and drove off. I wasn’t scared, which surprised me, I was anxious, and excited, and thrilled. I had so many emotions that I felt I was going to explode.

            As I looked out the window trying to think of something other than what we were about to do, those emotions quickly turned into questions. We could have gone to jail for what we were going to do. That was the scary part about this…what would I say to my mother if I got severely hurt? Or what if I died? What would Clyde do then? I kept going on and on with what ifs’. Now, at this point, I was sacred. Scared out of my mind. The scariness was shocking; I had never felt this scared in my entire life. It’s going to be exactly like the invasion, I thought to myself.

            We drove a long while until we came to a stop right next to the Eiffel Tower. We parked in a visitor’s spot. We paid the toll. We paid admission. We were visitors. Just visitors.

            We walked under the tower and into an ally behind it. It didn’t take long until I saw the entrance to the under ground conference building. The door, to my surprise, was quite obvious. The color of the door was white, just like any other door.