I Spy

Chapter 33- Hands up

I covered my eyes, my heart sinking into a pit in my stomach. My mind went into a black abyss my hands shaking as I peek.
Mr. Brady was covered in a thick layer of glossy blood. "Mitch what have you done." His father shrieks. His words cold and stern.
"I don't know," he says holding his shaky hands out in front of him. "I didn't mean to..."
At that moment C.I.A agents of all different sizes and faces come rushing in, "Put your hands up! All of you!" We did as we were told, as the head C.I.A agent held a gun steadily.
He was dressed head to toe in all navy blue with a pair of black sunglasses. His short chestnut hair was under a black hat.
"I'm sorry," Mitch stammers. "I-I stabbed him, I didn't mean to." he said raising his hands.
"Don't speak!"
"I have every right to speak! I just hurt someone and all you care about is putting your hands up. I'm confessing my guilt right now. Get out a pad and pencil and write this down."
"Well sorry your highness." He says giving a sarcastic bow, "Put your hands up!"
"Jeez man!" Mitch says with an eye roll.
I rushed over to Mitch's side my fingers intertwine with his and I squeeze, hard. He looks at me and I look back.
"Arms." The head C.I.A agent says, and before long all our hands have been captured in metal handcuffs. Their bulky and smell like rust.
"This way," he says leading all of us up the stairs, outside and then to his car. We get in, squished.
"All in?" He says cocking an eyebrow. We nod, "Great, now lets go back to where it all began, shall we?"