Bourne A Diamond (First Draft)

Chapter Ten

PoV: Kaylee

The girl stared at me, tense and silent, for at least five seconds, but it felt like longer.

"Megan?" I said nervously.

"I am not Megan," the stiff, mechanical voice was back.

"Then what should I call you?"

"You shouldn't be calling me anything! You shouldn't be here! I told you to go back to Mo- Ca- the lieutenant! Why didn't you listen?" Megan, or whatever her name was, shouted at me.

It was my turn to stare at her in shock. She rarely raised her voice, and if she ever did, she would quickly calm down and apologize, even if her anger was completely appropriate.
But she didn't. She continued to stare me down. I could almost see the desperation and fear behind her eyes, disguised by anger.

"Why... why didn't you call her by her name?" I asked quietly.

She jerked her head in the direction of the man she'd kicked in the leg, "He's still listening."

I nodded slowly.

Suddenly Possibly-not-Megan's eyes widened. She stooped down, grabbing a discarded gun, then stepped forward, grabbing my arm, "We need to move. The other four agents will be back soon. Storms, I can't believe I forgot. Come," she said, half dragging me along as she left the alley.

"Good to know I've properly corrupted you," I noted as we hurried down the street.

"What do you mean?" Not-Megan asked distractedly.

"You said storms, which is a Sanderswear. That means you are a proper Sanderson fan," I explained, struggling slightly to keep up.

She laughed. A full on laugh, with her head thrown back and everything, "Wow, you're right. I'm sure that my colleague's respect for me will tank when they start to hear my new swears."

"Your colleagues?"

"Yes," She answered shortly.

"Why do you have colleagues?" I asked, trying to get something of value out of her.

"That's cla-" she stopped, then smirked, "That's a stupid question."

"Obscure Star Trek references? You really are moving up in geekiness."

"References are a good way to communicate with you," she explained.

I looked around us. We were still surrounded by apartments, but were walking back towards the main street.

She glanced behind us, "Kaylee, I need you to take the next right, and do not come back this way, no matter what."

"Not an option," I said firmly, "I'm sticking with you."

"I didn't realize you've been feeling suicidal, Kaylee," she said, looking straight ahead, "This isn't up for debate. Go!"

"Actually, it is. You can't make me do anything, at least not without slowing down, and causing a scene. So I can be as stubborn as I feel is necessary," I glared at her, confident that I'd won.

"You- arg! You are insufferable!" She hissed.

"Does that mean I'm correct?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes, at least for the moment." She sounded very annoyed, "Give me the car keys."

We had gotten back to the main street, and Not-Megan had stepped up her pace. I had to jog to keep up.

"You can't even drive yet! Why would you want the keys?" I looked at her, confused.

"You remember in the Gardens, when you asked if we would be arrested?"