2 weeks later.. exam week
I have been wearing my bodysuit underneath dresses ever since the agency informed me of my compromised identity. Nick and I slowly became friends again. His animosity towards Dylan has gone. Fiona got caught cheating with a quarterback from the rival school and now is being shunned by the whole school. Nick is now flying solo. The three of us hang out quite a lot now, especially nearing the exams and since Nick and I took the same exact classes. The three of us studied together. Nick and Dylan became best friends even. It was lunch period. We had just finished the Maths paper.
We were eating and discussing the set of questions. Nick and I had Physics after this and Dylan had Biology. We parted ways at the locker.
We were 20 minutes in the Physics exam when a gunshot was heard. Everyone just looked up, all unsure of what they just heard. Another shot was fired. Then there were screams.
This is definitely real. Kids were all running towards the door to run away. I got up, I need to get to my car. Nick held my hand and pulled me to the back of the class. He removed a panel from the wall. We entered through the panel of the wall which lead to the janitor's closet.
"How did you know about the panel?" I asked.
"When you need to do as many chicks as I have, it comes in handy to know all possible routes to the janitor's closet," he said.
"Okay, do you know how to get to the car park? I need to get to my car."
"Good idea, we can drive away from here. Here I thought of just staying in this closet forever."
"Come on Nick! Focus. Do you know a way?"
"No, sorry."
"Okay, it's fine." I let go of his hand and made my way towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"We have a situation. I am going to handle it. You stick with your plan and stay here okay Nick."
"You are not going out there alone Sasha."
"Watch me."
I pressed my ear against the door. There was nothing. Shots were fired again. It was coming from the same place as before. I opened the door and ran towards the exit and towards the car.
Nick was right behind me.
"Come on let's get out of here!" he yelled.
I on the other hand started undressing. I unzipped my dress, leaving me in my bodysuit. I reached over to the glove compartment and took out the M9 and slid the knife in the back pocket of the suit.
Nick had his jaw to the floor.
"Why do you have a gun?" he stammered.
I quickly called the agency.
"Why are you calling Bob's Diner now?" he hissed.
"Hello, this is Sasha Hunter. We have a situation at LHS. Where target subject Nick John Summers is. I am with him now. Need assistance. Unknown identity and number of gunmen. Possibility one."
"How do you know my middle name? I never told you."
"Not now Nick. Now just stay here. Actually, come with me. I need to keep you safe. You’d be safer with me."
He raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Just trust me on this one Nick. Now come on. Keep up with me ok."
~Nick~
Who is she? Damn she looks hot in that bodysuit. How is she knowing all this information about me? She looks smoking in that suit. Like Jessica Alba in Dark Angel. Why does she have a gun and most importantly, how does she know how to use it? Damn she's smoking hot. I just followed her closely. I don’t know why but I feel like she knows what she is doing.. well to an extent.
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Hunting for Time
Random"Please! Please let me go! Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" he pleaded. He was blindfolded and bounded. Little did he know, those were the last words he had spoken. Sasha Hunter cleaned the knife of the blood from slitting his throat and...
