I have to say this is my favorite chapter yet. There's not much dialogue at all but it's definitely got a lot of action. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do!(: Love to hear what you think! Also big shout out to RevolutionRockStar for helping me through my little writer's block!
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Music for the chapter:
Play with Fire- The Rolling Stones
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Chapter Twelve
The landscape flew beneath us, becoming faster and faster until every rolling hill, lake, and tree morphed into a green blur. Jason was briefing us on the assignment through the required helicopter headsets. The class was attentive, some writing details down, others repeating what they were told. In the distance the outskirts of a city became evident. Before long we came upon a field next to the city. We departed the helicopter and our simple mission started. No comns, we were on our own. Retrieve the object specified in your envelope within four hours, get to your pickup point and mission complete. Simple enough.
Help stop Eve’s weeping from the garden. Find the old Valley girl that will return happiness. One can pray to His second arrival after.
A riddle, I shouldn’t have been surprised. We are the best-trained spies in the world for a reason. If it were easy we’d be called politicians. Eve, Valley, and His are all capitalized, either referring to a specific place, thing, or person. Eve is easy, obviously talking about Adam and Eve from the biblical legend and the Garden of Eden. Valley can’t be a place, or could it? Think. What returns happiness in a valley that has to do with a girl? And weeping. I know this.
*Flashback*
“Kay, I got a surprise for us darling!”
“Mommy, what is it?”
“My favorite flower! And I know you like it too! I thought we could plant it out in the garden?”
“Okay! Why’s it your favorite?”
“Oh, the legend surrounding the flower makes it my favorite. See it’s said to signify the return of happiness in the language of the flowers. But, another legend says it’s the tears of Eve weeping as Adam and her were made to leave the Garden of Eden. Remember that story sweetie? You learned it in your history class last year.”
“Yes mommy I remember it.”
“It’s a religious flower, known in Christianity. It sometimes signifies the second coming of Christ. Remember how I told you grandma was Christian? She taught that to me when I was little.”
“All that stuff sounds boring. I’m glad you don’t make learn about old people. What is the flower called mommy?”
“Lily of the Valley.”
Oh my god, my mother’s favorite flower. Of course! Lily of the Valley. How can I forget? It’s one of the last memories I have of her. How odd this shows up during an assignment. So I’m supposed to find a lily of the valley and go to the Christian church afterwards. But old. Old. What is old in this city that seems to be new?
I had seemed to found my way directly into the town center. I noticed a map of all the major buildings and tourist attractions. Museums, train station, shopping, town hall, rec center, and bingo. Old governor’s estate, 12 Eden Lane. Gardens and art exhibits open to general public, house tours additional fee.
As soon as I walked in I knew this was the place. And it has only been about a half an hour; I’m golden on time. I’ll check out the gardens first and then move onto the exhibit if I don’t find it. These gardens sure are beautiful. And extremely secluded.
“There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.”
I turned around praying this was all just a dream. I pinched myself and started screaming in my head, Wake Up!! It was no use, I was awake. And this lady just trapped me in a corner of this enormous garden.
“What do you want? Who are you?”
“I think you now very well what I want. As for who I am, that’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
“You’re working with that lady I saw tailing me before, aren’t you? What the hell do you want?”
“Oh, Emilie will not be to pleased to know you saw her.”
“Emilie, who the hell is that? Just stop following me.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible, we just want to talk.”
“Well, you’re talking to me now, aren’t you? Get away from me now.”
“See, it’s a bit more complicated than that. You see, you know who we are. We just want to know how much do you really know? We won’t need to use force unless you don’t cooperate. Then we’ll decide what to do with you.”
“You. Are. Crazy. I have no idea what you are talking about. You’re not going to do anything with me!”
I pushed the lady down and ran.
“That’s what I said too Kay, darling. That’s what I thought too.”
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Twenty minutes later I had grabbed an old painting of a lily of the valley in the art gallery on my way out. Don’t worry it was for sale already. I was about three blocks away from the church and debating whether or not to tell anyone about this. If I did I would definitely be protected from these people but at the same time, I don’t want anyone else getting involved. And I doubt this will turn into a big deal. Once they realize I don’t know anything, they’ll leave me alone. Which should happen any day now. And my life wasn’t actually threatened. I’m definitely keeping quiet about this one. I turned into a courtyard to take a shortcut to the church.
“Great job Kay, you’re the first one to complete the mission and finished in less than two hours.” Jason’s voice rings out as soon as I step under an arch. “Place the bird in the bird bath and take the bike on your right back to landing spot to wait for the others. See you soon.”
Wait. What bird? I was told to get a painting and to end at the church. This is not right; I knew I had a bad feeling going into this assignment. How in the world did the envelopes get switched? How did that woman know lily of the valley was my mother’s favorite flower? I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if I went into that church. I have to tell Jason but I can’t. I have to trust my instincts on this one and keep quiet about all this.
I thoroughly check over the painting to make sure there’s nothing of importance on it and ditch it in the bush. Hopping on the bike I ride as fast as I can towards our helicopter, sighing in relief when I climb aboard to safety. How did they follow me here? Does this mean they know where the school is too?
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