Never Look Back

Chapter Twelve

Ethan

Being tailed isn't exactly the most ideal method of discretion. It may just be me, but going about our mission this way makes it seem like we're begging for trouble to find us. It wouldn't have been this way either, if Marcus would have shut the fuck up about wanting to take two vehicles. He insisted we simply give him the location and he'd meet us there, but when I offered him a seat in my car, it wasn't good enough. We eventually settled on him following us to D.C. where we are supposed to set up a new HQ. Sam was curled up in the seat beside me, her dark hair falling over her face. She wasn't happy with her brother either. I remember her saying that ever since she had that dream her brother had been acting weird, and now that I've met him, I believe that there is something sinister hidden behind that smile.

I felt bad leaving the boys behind too. Travis and Austin disappeared after our little meeting. I can't help but worry about them. They're like brothers to me.

"Do you think there's actually an end to the game?" Sam mumbled sleepily, "What would even be the end treasure?"

“I honestly don’t know.” I replied as we pulled in to our destination. It was a worn down car wash that looked as if it hadn’t been operational for years. Sam and I exchanged glances as I pulled up into the wash area. I hadn’t even moved my hand from the steering wheel before we started sinking. The entire floor was whirring down. Sam started to freak, but the radio started to alarm

PLEASE DO NOT BE ALARMED Mr.Clovacc, what lies above is so below.

Suddenly everything was dark. Though just for a moment. Then we were blinded by light. A huge warehouse unfolded before our eyes. Sam was in shock. There were people marching around wearing dark green dress uniforms. They had nifty looking guns too, but I don’t want to spook Sam any further. I looked to the left to see an equally freaked out Marcus in his own car. When we were both safely not moving anymore, all the doors of our car were open by valets. We stepped out to be greeted by a goddess. Her body was perfect, and her face looked like it was carved by the angels. She had long golden hair braided back away from her face. I leaned over to Sam, “She’s got nothing on you.”

Sam chuckled. She was the only goddess I could ever want. My heart began to pound just thinking of our last night together. Her body against mine. She stole my heart. Marcus, on the other hand, didn't waste any time. He sauntered up to her with a big, sleazy smile, “Why, hello there. Names Marcus. You are?”

“I am Special Agent Irene Keller with the CIA. You all can call me Keller. Follow me.” Without as much of a hint of a smile, Keller whipped around, and started marching off down the corridor.

She led us to a control room. It was huge with it walls lined with various security tapes. The only person around was a small-framed young man. He was frantically typing away at the computer. Keller tapped the poor boy on the shoulder and startled him so bad he screamed.

“This is Cam.” Keller said with a pained expression on her face, “This is the most secure room in the whole facility. Clovacc sent you here not because we want to continue the game, but because we have a leak in our department. Once we..snuff out the rat then we can finish this game once and for all.”

“Umm...that’s a lot. How are we in any way qualified to track down a rat?” Sam asked

“You aren’t and that's the best part. No one will suspect you. Don’t worry we have a plan,” Agent Keller sneered, “Cam, show them the video.”  

With a curt nod, her assistant pulled up a fuzzy video. Sam stiffened instantly. It was Carlos. He was alive, the bastard. Someone else was in the background. His uniform had the name of the car wash on it. He was exchanging envelopes with Carlos. Marcus snorted, “I didn’t realize that shithole upstairs was still running.”