Operation KILL

Operation K.I.L.L. [Chapter 26]

Operation K.I.L.L.

[Chapter 26]

The blood was pounding in my ears. Sweat, trickling down my forehead.

I tried to open my eyes, but they seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. Just like the rest of my body.

My lips felt dry and cracked, I wanted to lick them. To stop them from getting too chapped. But just like with my eyes, my body wasn't having it.

The pounding in my ears was starting to lessen. The sounds around me becoming more prominent. There was movement. A door opening and closing. Footsteps. Voices.

I couldn't tell what the voices were saying unfortunately. It felt like I was underwater, trying to listen to them.

All of a sudden, everything cleared up.

"She should be waking up soon." A voice spoke from near by.

There was no spoken reply, so I imagine there was some sort of gesture given instead. Maybe a nod of the head. Or maybe it was just me and this unknown stranger.

If I could have one wish, I would wish that I could open my eyes. Having all of my senses except sight was pure torture.

Almost as if on cue, my muscles started to lighten. Pounds of weight, just being lifted off of me.

I tried once again, to open my eyes. This time surprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, it worked.

"Ah, look who's awake!" The voice that I had heard earlier spoke, once again.

My mind was still a little hazy as I went to move my arms and legs. When they didn't move, I thought at first, that the drugs had not moved out of that part of my system. But then the tugging at my wrists and ankles clued me into the fact that I was tied to a chair.

Awesome.

"Fuck you." I spat.

The guy just chuckled at me.

He was tall. And buff. Very buff.

He was wearing a suit, though the jacket had been thrown across the room, and his sleeves were rolled up.

With a quick assessment of the room, I noticed that it looked like a run down, shabby, apartment. There were no carpets, the walls had a few holes and burn spots. And it looked like there were a few spots of blood in the other corner of the room. I wouldn't be surprised to see a rat run by at this point.

Just then, I sensed movement behind me. I moved my head, trying to see who it was, but they were just out of my line of sight.

"Aw, don't hide. Let her see her capture." The first guy smirked.

I felt my heart drop as it all came rushing back. I remember the last thing I heard.

His voice.

That bastard!

Slowly he made his way into my line of sight. I made sure I was sending him the most hateful look I could muster. When really, all I wanted to do was ask why. Why did he do such at thing.

I thought I could trust him.

"Fuck you too!" I spat once again in a hard and stony voice.

He flinched, and opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted. "Don't even bother. I don't want to hear your excuses." I rolled my eyes, only imagining what he would say. Then I looked at the other guy, "So why am I here?"

"You really haven't figured it out yet? God, what are they teaching at that school?" The first guy said in an amused voice. I didn't reply. I just kept staring at him, waiting for an answer. Finally he sighed, "Amanda, and assassin school, you had evidence that Amanda was undercover... Can you really not put it together?"

I stared dumbfounded. "Wait. You're what, the CIA? FBI?"

"CIA." The guy responded in a simple tone.

I turned my head to look at Chad, "And you were working undercover too?" It was so unbelievable.

Chad nodded uncomfortably, "It was this or a life in prison." He was begging me with his eyes to understand."

"Yeah? And? What does that even matter? I would have gladly taken prison compared to giving up my family!" I shook my head disgusted at Chad.

"Oh, Christina. You're so young. So foolish." The CIA agent said almost sympathetically. "So anyways, we should get down to business."

"What are you going to do? Make me go undercover too? Yeah right! You can kill me here." I said proudly, even though I was nervous on the inside. While I did not want to die, I would not be a traitor like Chad.

"Nah, though we might kill you." The CIA agent shrugged, "It really depends."

"On what?" I asked confused.

"On the information you can give us."

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