I knew that if I had tried to run, Atticus would have caught me, so instead, I used my head.
"Atticus, I've never asked this before but, what all do your mind powers entail?"
"Telekinesis, mind control, sometimes I can read people's thoughg,but that's only when I'm in close proximity," He seemed to admit, eyeing me questioningly.
"I need to know if thats my brother, Atticus," I murmured urgently, leaning forward in my seat in the back of that dark van.
"Kitten, even if I wanted to, there's nothing I can do. He's a shield. No body's powers work on him. Unless its a physical power, but nothing mental or emotional will go through."
I let out an aggravated groan before spinning in my seat. I typed frantically on the lap top before me, trying to find anything on Blake Mammon. If he was my brother, he would be about three years older than me. I finally found something. It said he was the personal secretary of Jacob Shephard, the head of the government's anti terrorist organization.
It also said he was raised an orphan since the age of five, and that he bounced foster homes until he was 18, and climbed the ranks until accepting a job as Shephard's secretary about a year ago. His age: 22.
I knew the article I was reading was probably fake. That Blake Mammon probably was never put in Foster care, and that he wasn't a secretary. He was a body guard.
I looked at Atticus. I knew we were supposed to be a team, but if we went in together, we would be caught for sure. I had to do this alone.
"Atticus," I started.
His hazel eyes flashed from the screen to me.
"I am going to do something you will not approve of," I started.
"It will be dangerous, and you cannot come with me, but this is my choice. And because you respect me, you will respect this decision. And because I love you, I am telling you instead of going behind your back."
His hazel eyes had gone hard, but not with anger. He was worried, and didn't want me to go. I could tell he was deciding whether or not to stop me, but there was no time to waste. I turned and opened the door to the van. Light flooded the dark for a moment, and I stepped out, shutting the heavy metal behind me with a loud clank. The Arizona heat was dry, and stripped me to the bone. I made quick work walking to the building.
The receptionist, a woman with flat brown hair and a confused look on her face watched me approach her.
"Hello ma'am, how may I help you?" She asked, eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Ok, good. Confused and suspicious are two very different things.
"Hello, I am from Mr. Shephard's office. He couldn't get in touch with Mr. Mammon and sent me to retrieve him. An important matter came up, and I'm afraid its rather urgent," I kept my voice stiff, professional. I even looked at the watch on my wrist, as if time was pressing.
"Oh! O-of course, he is on the third floor conference room."
I nodded to her before walking past the desk, the elevator my main target.
I pressed the upwards arrow button, and waited. I knew that Blake had a man with him, the short stocky one. I had to think of a plan to get rid of him, in case he recognized me. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. It was empty, also good.
I stepped in and continued planning. I could attack, imobilize the second member, but I knew that that would put Blake on high alert.
The elevator door opened on the second floor, and a man in a suit stepped in. I kept my face down cast, my hair covering my face. I got off at the 3rd floor successfully.
I found the conference room, and decided to wait. If nothing happened in the next few minutes, I would go in. The door swung open about a minute later, and the short man stormed out, seeming a bit annoyed. He turned the corner, never looking my way.
I smiled. This was going better than I could've hoped.
I swung the conference door open and quickly locked it behind me. I turned and met Blake Mammon head on. He looked surprised for a moment, and then he cocked on eyebrow.
"Hello, little sister."
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Teen Fiction"Let me go," I demanded weakly, knowing I was helpless against him. "Now, why would I do that kitten?" He grinned, a devious spark in his eyes. "Because I don't want you," I whispered breathlessly. His hazel eyes turned to hard topaz. "Oh, come o...
