Abby
Yarn sprawled in various patterns from one end of the wall to the other, connecting one thing to another. It was kind of incredible in a really sick way. When I looked more closely at what he was connecting, I saw pictures of myself, pictures of my family, of Aaron, of me talking to anyone and everyone. Sam must have realized the look on my face because he immediately attempted to calm us down, “Don’t worry, we aren’t here to kill you or anything. Sometimes to catch a bad guy you have to think like one. We are modeling what we think the Russians have been planning that involves you two, and we swore on our life that we would protect the two of you. You are caught up in forces you cannot control and cannot even fathom what they are capable of. They-“
“What the hell do you mean ‘we’,” Aaron interrupted. I guess he had had the same burning question I had.
Sam cracked his knuckles and clenched his jaw to show his annoyance in being interrupted, but he continued on calmly, “We being the Undercover Protection Agency- specifically interested currently in Russian Affairs-“
Aaron scoffed and I elbowed him in the ribcage.
Stabbing him mentally I assume, Sam looked at Aaron intensely, “Have either of you over the last few months felt as though you were always being followed, overheard, or watched? This is why. They need something from one of you, and it has a total connection to your grandparents and their little project. We have little Intel but we do know that the project was called ‘survivor’ and it involved a top secret formula and plan.”
I froze. The markings on the door and on the inside of his hat and the tattoo on his arm. They meant survivor. I thought maybe it was some deep inspirational thing like they had survived a huge battle or maybe a huge sickness. But no, they were literally that dedicated to some top secret project.
“Do you know something I don’t, Abigail?” Sam tilted his head quizzically at me and crossed his leg. I quickly explained to him about the things back in the office at home. He walked over to his computer and pulled out what looked like a surveillance camera footage, and it pointed directly to the office of Uncle Larry- in Aaron’s house.
I glanced over at him and saw all color drain from his face, and I could see rage just brewing “Why is there a camera in my house! How did it get in there?” He screeched. He turned around and punched the wall, leaving a nice little dent. I put my hand on his chest to try to calm him down, “Hey, hey listen,” I attempted to calm him, “They’re just trying to protect us. The only one is in that hallway just because of Uncle Larry. Just take a breather okay?” He nodded like he understood, and when I turned back to Sam he was still expressionless, itching to continue and totally unaffected by Aarons temper tantrum.
“Anyway, these symbols, according to Google translate, translate to the word ‘survivor’…” He stared at the screen and I could see the gears turning in his mind. He finally gave up and threw his hands up as if to surrender from the thought, “Either way I’ll deal with this when I get back my mind is already fried arranging you two’s next ride.” He got up and removed his coat from the rack and shrugged it over his shoulders.
As shocked as I was, it was hard for me to find my words, but when I could finally allow my vocal cords to vibrate, I asked, “Where are you going? Are you going to leave us here alone?”
“Relax princess,” He said, gesturing for us to follow him back into the training dojo.
He picked up a remote with a zillion different buttons on it, pressed one of the ones on the lower half, and a huge creak sound erupted from the semi-high ceilings. A huge thick sheet of metal slid carefully down the window panels, protecting them while shielding us off from the view, “Bulletproof metal,” He smiled, beaming like a proud parent, “Also,” Sam walked over to the door where we came in, which I noticed from the inside had seven different types of locks, “Nobody is coming in through the front door except me. And I’ll knock three times in a pattern like this,” He demonstrated very thoroughly, waved goodbye, and exited through the door.
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Titanium
Pertualangan*updates are coming as fast as they can, but the ideas are coming slowly and I'm trying my hardest. If you have faith in this series like i do, please be patient* The first book in the Titanium Trilogy. Who would you be if you could change your iden...