Twisted

Chapter 1- His mission

Jeff~

He was 20 feet above ground, climbing a 50 floor building, with his gloves. Not just any ordinary gloves. It's the Super Sticker 600. It's a pair of gloves that can stick on walls which could hold up to 200 kilograms.

The chilly night's breeze swept Jeff's hair from his face. But he was not worried or nervous that someone would spot him. He knew that from many of his previous experiences.No one will look up and spot a 17 year old boy climbing a building. They were all too tired, wanting to sleep than bother.

Finally, he reached the 25th floor, where the main office was located. Jeff climbed in from the toilet window. That was the only place in the building which actually had a window. Running out of the toilet which smelt of detergent and pee, he entered the office. It was just a plain old office.

But that was not what he was looking for.

He was looking for the Director's office.

He strolled through the many desks and chairs and found it at the corner of the whole room. The panel on the door wrote Kellyson and Co. But it had a keypad lock thing. As usual.

Jeff took out his UnLocker and placed it on the keypad.

"I'm counting on you again, buddy." Jeff whispered.

Seconds later, the door made a beeping sound and opened up. Jeff retrieved his UnLocker and walked into the office.

It was gigantic. Most places were filled with files. And then he found the desk. 'Adele Kellyson' was written on a panel placed on the table.

Jeff found the place. Now he must find the thing. The thumb drive.

He went ahead rummaging the drawers when the alarm sounded.

Oh damn. He cursed, and continued searching. He should have known that opening the door in the middle of the night would have caused the alarm. Just then he gave a hard tug.The last drawer was stuck. Hope surged through him as he kicked the drawer with all his might. It opened.

Just then, he heard footsteps. Worse still, there was not any thumb drive in sight.

Jeff ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Where the hell was that damn thumb drive?! He thought. Damn, he was losing his mind.

Just then, he saw it. On the table. The piggy thumb drive. The smiling pig seemed to be smirking. Telling him he was such a loser not to have seen it in the first place.

Whatever. In a hurry, he grabbed it and hid behind the door. Just in time too, as the security guards hurried in. A dozen of them to one of him. Outnumbered, Jeff sneaked out of the door.

His heart beat faster and faster as he made a dash for the staircase, he thought he got away with it. Until one of the guards shouted," There he is, get him!" Jeff knew he was in trouble. He made a sprint as the guards chased him . When stairs was within his reach. He opened the door and climbed down. Meanwhile, his hands tried to grasped a small round ball in his backpack. Finally getting a good grip on the ball, he threw it on the floor. A sizzling sound was made. It was a smoke bomb. Made with tear gas.

The cries of a few guards echoed through the stairwells. For the first time, he turned around to see how many guards left. 6 down. And another half a dozen to go. He congratulated himself. Touching down on the 15 floor, he opened the door. That sounded another alarm. Jeff groaned. His muscles were tired, he was slowing down. Cannot hold much longer! He panted.

Just then, he knocked down a girl with hazel eyes. She looked at him wide eyed. "Sorry." He muttered and carried on running. The guards were back, and with reinforcements, they advanced on him. Jeff hid behind a wall as the guards asked the girl something. I'm so dead, that girl will rattle out on me. He thought. The girl pointed in the direction opposite his. The guards ran along. Did the girl just helped him?!Jeff thought. She turned around and their eyes met. She gave him a curt nod. He nodded back. Turning away fast, he ran to the nearest toilet.

Time to make an escape. Jeff grabbed a hook and rope. Fixing them together he tied the rope to his waist and jumped from the window . The hook was secured onto the window. And he landed on the ground. Safely. Grabbing the hook, he shoved everything into his backpack. Wearing his hoodie, he plugged in his MP3 Player and walked home through the alley.

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"Finally home eh?" His aunt said," You owe me this month's rent. Pay up now."

Jeff dumped a wage of cash on the table and hurried to his room.

Not a scratch on him. Jeff thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. Lying on his bed, he thought of the girl who helped him. Why did she help him? Who was she?

Being a spy means you count on yourself. But she broke that rule. If she had not help him, he would have been on his way to juvenile jail then.

He blamed his aunt. He only became a spy because she demanded rent from him. It's all her fault. His parents were in heaven living happily ever after and he was in the real world trying to survive. She took care of him because of his inheritance. Besides $300 a month of rent was a lot. Where would he get so much money? She was his legal guardian. But most likely she was counting the days to be free of him. It works both ways.

Worn out and all, Jeff closed his eyes and dreamt of candy land.

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