Moaning I turn, my neck feeling sore. I gulp as I open my eyes trying my best to concentrate on my surroundings. “God.” I mumble, realising that my arms are still bound. As I take in more of the dark room I realise I’m not the only one in here, and I’m not the only one who is awake. “She’s up.” I hear a male voice saying.
“Who are you?” I ask, trying to push myself up into an upright sitting position.
“Makes sense you wouldn’t remember me Sandra.” he says, chuckling to himself. I frown, trying to place the voice, but the drug is still clogging up my mind. “Stan?” he prompts and it clicks. He’s another one of the initiates.
“Ah, so you do remember.”
“Uh huh, we have camouflage together! You’ve got to give me some time, I only just woke up. This drug is working its way out of my system.”
“Fair enough.” he replies and I squint in an attempt to see him. As I position myself up against a wall, I get to see the room a bit better. It seems to be a small prison cell of some sort, a grill over the window. I let out a groan as I remember the sequence of events that led to me being here, and pukey’s face as I left. “These hand ties are a bitch.” Stan mutters, scraping the ropes on a small rock.
“Inventive of you to use that, but if we work together we might get it faster. I have a butterfly knife in my thigh garter.” I tell him, carefully shuffling across to him. My dress snags on something and my heart wrenches as I remember pukey’s face when he showed me the dress, the way he seemed so happy about it. Fending off the tears I gesture to my thigh with my head. “It would be easier if there was a slit in the dress.” Stan jokes, reaching to pull my dress up. I flip my hair out of my face and nod in agreement.
“I’ll bear that in mind for future endeavours.” I reply as he finished rolling up the dress.
“Which garter is it in?” he asks me.
“Right one.” I tell him. He responds immediately, his hands moving up to my thigh and opening the pouch. My heart thunders as I think of what pukey would think about this situation. Why on earth does my mind keep flitting back to him? I need to get him out of my head. He was just a part of a mission that I am no longer on. That’s not true though, is it? the annoying little voice in my head reminds me. “Got it.” Stan exclaims, snapping me back to the situation at hand.
After a while of sawing my ropes break free and I quickly untie Stan’s. I rub my wrists to get some circulation back, trying to process what’s happening. Who would want to control Harry and cause all of this mayhem? “Any ideas where we are?” I ask Stan.
“Not a clue. All I know is that they’ve been targeting all of the initiates, I’m assuming that they’re here.”
“How do you know they were targeting us?”
“My supervisor got tagged before yours I think. She started acting weird, so I planted my eavesdropping device on her.” he replies. I bite my lip as I realise I hadn’t even discovered what my eavesdropping device was. “When did you work it out?” he asks me.
“About five seconds before he drugged me?” I reply, feeling embarrassed at this admission. Stan raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“You’ve always been so good at … well everything.”
“Guess it’s different in practice.” I mutter. I empty out my thigh garters, glancing at all of the things I managed to grab. “I’ve got a lock pick.” I say to Stan, offering it to him. He grins and takes it.
“My specialty.” he says, happily walking over to the door.
The door opens noiselessly – thankfully – and we both sneak out. I grab some of the gadgets and hand them to Stan. “What’s the plan?” he whispers to me.
“I need to work out which of these is the eavesdropping device, then we can maybe plant it somewhere…”
“Right, so do you know what any of the others do?” he asks me, inspecting the mirror, pocket knife and pen that I’ve given him.
“Some, it’s all a bit hit and miss. I’ve not actually had to use them.” I reply, seeing the questioning look on his face and internally scolding myself. I haven’t been focused enough on my mission and that could yet kill us. Or at the very least get us back into the predicament we were in before. “Yes, they are both in the cell at the end.” I hear Harry saying to someone and both Stan and I freeze. I glance at him and he shrugs, turning around slowly.
“I’ll distract him you go.”
“Go where?” I ask, confused.
“I don’t know, get out of here and contact HQ?”
“But we don’t know what’s going on yet we-“ I reply, but I’m cut off by Harry’s angry shouts.
“Where are they?” he asks himself.
“They better be around here somewhere.” I hear a new voice saying. Oh boy…
AN: Oooooh what do you reckon is happening? I wanna hear the theories! I know it's a bit short, sorrrrryy xx
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Undercover Lover (Finished)
AventuraSandra works for MI6. She has been assigned her first mission and expects to be thrown into a world of darkness and peril. What she gets is the complete opposite, so to speak. She's forced to become the type of girl she hates; a rich 'snob'. Her mis...
