I Spy, a Lie

Part Twelve

Now, Rolanz, Central Command

            There was a bang against the door. Dusty didn’t know what it was, and wasn’t going to question it. It had been so long since she last saw the light. The door opened, a mysterious figure stood in the doorway.

            “Get up scum.” The figure said in disgust. Dusty got up and hobbled over to the door. Her eyes took time to readjust to the light. She looked around and found out to quickly who the figure was. Joylon, but he wasn’t the one that spoke.

            She turned around and tried to make a run back to the cold dark room. She didn’t get too far before a pair of strong hands grabbed her arm and pulled her back to where she was.

            “Where do you think you’re going pretty lady?” Dusty was spun around and turned inches away from Marlin.

            “Go away,” She spat on his shirt. In the background she heard Joylon laugh. “Shut up, you little,” Dusty said starting a threat.

            “Now, now, now. Better watch what you say to me, Marlin is in a bad mood today,” Joylon said with a smirk. Dusty looked around for an escape, but Marlin’s arms were still wrapped around her. Squirming, Dusty realized she would never get out. She turned to her last resort, Joylon. He claimed he would help her, now was the time for him to step up.

            This girl was friends with Kayly, it would be wrong to let her die. He hated the idea of Kayla being in pain. Joylon gave her a hard look. He hadn’t even realized he’d pulled a trigger until it was too late. A bullet lay in Marlin’s chest.

Dusty got up slowly, her head spinning with emotion. “Thanks,” she said holding her head.

Joylon started to walk towards her, arms open wide, like he didn’t just shoot someone. She started walking towards him, as if she was going to bow down. She dropped to one knee, near Marlin’s grotesque body. Reaching under Marlin’s body, she found what she was looking for. As she got up she leaned into Joylon’s arms. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, aiming the gun at his upper thigh. “But I have something I need to do alone.”

As she ran off, Joylon spoke his own language. Her best guess was that he said some curse words, but she swore she heard Landon’s name come up. Now it was time to for some unfinished business with General Dawson.