Blurred Lines

Into the city

Michael pov

Jeremy turned and left without another word after I snapped at him, and I knew he was about to start crying from his body language.

I felt bad, of course. He didn't deserve my anger but he needs to get it into his head that I'm not headed for a redemption arc. My story doesn't have a happy ending but his can, and for that to happen I need to either die, leave or become dead to him.

I went up to the door, knowing the cameras were still frozen and pulled the deadbolt out of the bars, swinging the door open and heading for the stairs.

Apparently the clothes they gave me didn't scream prisoner, and I walked past a cluster of adults without notice. They didn't know or care that I was an escaped prisoner.

I found an empty classroom and picked up a sticky note, scrawling on it a small message with a way to contact me on it, then leaving it where I knew he would find it, as a callback to the good old days of that one month in kindergarden.

Then I headed for the stairs, going up. I knew we were underground from the fact that this place had no windows.

I got to the top and I saw the terminal that looked like my way out. A woman sat at the control panel, and looked up at me confused.

"Who are you and why are you leaving?"

"My name is Mike and I'm leaving because I want to." I spun and kicked her in the head. She crumpled to the floor, and I pushed a button on the panel, causing that door to open.

From there I went through the tunnel, and up the stairs at the other end to see an office like area. Again, walking through that nobody gave me a second glance and I made it to the streets with ease, barefoot and a day olds pair of contacts.

I didn't recognize the city I was in, and when asked I got a curt, 'Arlington'. I found a payphone after picking up a wallet, made a call to hq.

"Hey, I'm stranded in Arlington, can you send someone or tell me who to look for?" I say, and the lady at the other end says,

"We've got two ladies stationed there currently, they'll give you a ride back." She gave me an address and I thanked her, hanging up. I went into the nearest store and headed an employee the wallet, claiming I'd found it on the floor outside, then leaving.

I walked to the apartment building, then the teen girl buzzed me in. Once I got to their room she let me in saying,

"Another guy is gonna be driving through here tomorrow." I assume he'll be driving me then.

"Cool. Can I use your shower?" She nodded, pointing to a door then looked me up and down.

"And a change of clothes." I was in a grey t-shirt and old grey sweatpants, not the most fashion forward outfit.

"Hilarious." I drawled, heading for the bathroom, and after a hot shower and a change of clothes, I was back to normal.

"I'm brooke." She said, tossing me a packaged snack. "What's your story?"

"I got kidnapped by our rival agency." She nearly spit out her milk.

"Shit, really?" I nodded. "We've been looking for them for years! Spill." I know this information wont get back to hq for at least two weeks so I do.

"Bristol co. (sorry england), under it is their whole operation. There's a weird fancy ass magnetic tunnel behind the staff bathroom door, dress like a business person and they wont notice, it was really fuckin' easy to literally walk out of that place I knocked out one person." I say, ripping open the snack, and she nodded.

"Thank fucking god they've been bugging us about that for too long." she says, and the door opens to reveal another girl the same age.

"Oh so you're cheating on me now." She said, heading for the kitchen area with her multiple bags of food.

"Yes, with a gay guy eating your chips ahoy."

"Despicable." she squints, and Brooke laughs. After checking the bullet wound and reapplying fresh bandages I crash in their guest room.

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