Just Another Spy Story (Book 2)

Chapter 1

Thea

My heart was beating crazy fast. This couldn't possibly be happening to me. It had been nearly three weeks since my friend and colleague, Isaac Taylor had woken up from his coma, and delivered the news that had been my worst nightmare. The man who had been my boss for three years, and who had murdered my parents, was alive.  And now I was here, bound and gagged, blindfolded and seemingly alone. I was terrified. I had no clue how all this had happened, but one thing I was sure of. Andrew Wilson, the Director of the Agency that I had once worked for was behind this. And it wasn't going to end pleasantly.

I wiggled my wrists around, trying to loosen the ropes tied around them, but they didn't budge. I hadn't expected them to. The people who had trained me were the people who had me hostage, they wouldn't make that simple of a mistake. Or would they? I felt around, for anything to help me stand up, but I found nothing. I shrugged my eyebrows around, finally succeeding in raising the blindfold just enough that I could glance out from underneath it. Raising my head in an awkward fashion, I looked around. The room was completely empty, and the only light came through the cloudy glass windows on either side of it. 

My heartbeat finally began to slow. Don't get me wrong, I was still terrified out of my mind. But I realized that freaking out wasn't getting out of there an faster, and I began to look for any possible way out. I crawled to the door, somewhat of a difficult feat, considering that I was tied up. I slammed my body against it, hoping it would budge, but it didn't. I began to imagine what was outside of it, keeping it closed. A padlock? Crates stacked in front of it? Holy shit. How long had I been in here? I laid down against the wall, a cold shudder beginning to fall over me. No. No! Not a panic attack. Not here, not now. I hadn't gotten them since I'd been a small child, wondering why my parents had abandoned me.

As I began to rock back and forth, the fear of what was to come breaking through the brave and fearless facade that I always wore, I heard something outside of the door. Oh shit. Oh holy shit. This wasn't good. I curled myself into the corner, looking away, though it was uncomfortable, but I felt safer that way, if that was possible. At least, I felt safer until the door swung open, and a terrifying voice spoke. "Why, Miss Carter. How lovely to see you, again." My voice shook as I said. "Hello, Mr. Wilson. I'm sorry I can't say the same."

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Thomas

I paced back and forth across the living room of the apartment where my girlfriend should have been. It had been two days since anyone had heard from her. Her cell phone was lying on the couch. The police had searched the place and found nothing. Her aunt and uncle sat at her kitchen table, with their co-workers, Timothy Dawkins and Isaac Taylor. Ginny was crying. "We should have had her come home as soon as we found out that Wilson was still alive," her brisk English accent was even stronger than normal. My uncle Andrew had once been the Director of an infamous Agency, which Thea and her family had all been a part of. 

We'd all thought he was dead after an explosion in an old house, that had put Taylor in a coma. But recently, we'd found out that he was alive soon after Taylor had woken up. And now Thea was missing. Anger rushed through me. If my bastard of an uncle had her... If he hurt her at all... I began to see red. I knew that if he hurt her, I would kill him. No training, no body guard, nothing in the world would be able to protect him from the wrath that he would face. I turned, and slammed my fist down onto the wooden coffee table, a loud, angry growl emanating from my body. To my utter amazement, it didn't buckle beneath the force.

Thea's uncle stood up, laughing at my look of amazement. "We had it re-enforced before we even had it delivered. I can't count how many coffee tables Thea broke when she was younger, doing exactly that." He stopped laughing, and walked toward me, putting his arm around my shoulders. "We will find her, Thomas. We will. She is my niece. She is my daughter. She's my family. I will find her. I promise." I felt reassured, but there was still a feeling of dread, deep in my stomach. God only knew what kind of danger she was in. She could be lying somewhere, bleeding and broken. Or god forbid, dead. Oh shit, I needed to sit down.