Undercover Lover (Finished)

Part 29

   "They were in here, I swear." Harry mutters, sounding confused.

"Look there are two of them so we both need to stick together. On the count of three?" I ask Stan. He nods and starts to count. We race towards the cell and I slam the door shut on Harry and the other guy. "Sandra? Open this door." Harry says, pounding on the door.

"Look I don't know what's going on but you're being controlled." I shout, trying my best to not let the door handle go as they start to pull it.

 "Sandra this is not the time for games." Harry calls, not ceasing the pounding. I glance at Stan and he nods, as if he knows what I'm planning. Well I sure hope we're on the same wavelength. I release the door and it flings open, revealing Harry and another older man. He smirks as his eyes land on me. "So this is the famous Sandra Connors?" he asks, his eyes scanning me. I feel as if he's looking into me, causing me to shudder.

"Well I'm at quite the disadvantage seeing as I have no idea who you are." I reply, watching Stan from the corner of my eyes as he inches forward.

"Details, details." replies Mystery Creeper Guy, stepping towards us.

"NOW!" Stan shouts and I get to the ground as he throws something to the ground. I hear Harry and Mystery Creeper Guy coughing as Stan and I roll away from the gas. Stan tackles Creeper to the ground, whereas I take Harry. "Tie them up." Stan grunts as he drags a now unconscious Creeper Guy to where we were bound. I nod, copying his actions.

   As soon as we've tied them we leave the room, locking it. "We need to find the others."

"Where would they be?" I ask, unsure of where to go from here.

"Splitting up would probably be the best course of action." Stan suggests.

"What if they get one of us?" I ask. He nods as I suggest this, thinking about it.

"Good point. Lets stick together then."

   We approach another door, similar to the one which lead to the room in which Harry and Creeper Guy are currently in. "Hello?" I ask.

"Sandra?" I hear Steph asking.

"Steph? They've got you too?"

"They're doing something big babe, I think they're trying to take over HQ."

"Who is 'they'?" I ask as Stan starts to work on the door.

"We are they." I hear a familiar voice saying from behind Stan and I. I glance at Stan and turn to face the voice.

"Mike? What are you doing here?"

"Sandra you are so quaint and so unobservant, the stories I had heard I really thought that you'd be a bigger problem."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the hub of our activity was in the school. So surprise when we heard one of the recruits was being sent there for her first mission. And to hear that it was the daughter of the Connors, it was enough to make us slightly on edge."

"Us?" I question, but he ignores me and continues his soliloquy.

"But of course I knew I was overestimating you, just like those before me overestimated your parents. I doubt you'll be as hard to get rid of." he continues, looking at his nails as if he's bored. My blood boils as I glare at him.

"Shut up." I hiss, my fists clenching instinctively. How could I have missed this?

"I'd rather not. Clever of you to get out of your cell, but I'm sure you'll be most comfortable back in there."

"I disagree." I mutter, swinging my left fist at him. He ducks and retaliates by aiming a punch at my stomach, which I barely miss by swiveling to my right. From the corner of my eye I see Stan busting into the room; presumably going to free Steph and whoever else they have locked up in there. Mike either doesn't notice or doesn't care as he lunges towards me again. I dodge him and aim a kick at his leg, barely making contact. He can fight? How is there so much that I didn't know about him? I really wasn't concentrating on anything going on in the school, or surely I would have noticed this? Harry even tried warning me that something was going on in the school, but I just continued as normal. I should have tried to work out what it was, it would have helped now. Cursing to myself I hear Steph telling me to watch my left. I roll to my right and see Mike glaring at me with a lot of contempt etched on his face. She aims a kick at his side and he falls over too. "Come on Sandra, get up we need to go." Stan urges, pulling my arm up as they start to run.

"What about Harry?" I ask as we round a corner and find another series of doors. I glance around to see that there were more people in Steph's cell than there were in ours. They all set to work on the locks whilst Steph and I guard the corner we just came from. Soon other initiates join us as a bell goes off... that can't be good.

   Darting through endless corridors we get to a hub. "That's right, they've all escaped." I hear a gruff voice saying. I shake my head at the group, but it seems we're trapped as floods of guards (or what I assume are guards) fill the hub room. I glance around, frantically trying to find an escape route, to no avail. "It's cute how you're trying so hard Sandra, really does remind me of mommy and daddy dearest." I hear another new voice saying. How many people are involved in this infiltration?

"Who are you?" I ask, trying to ignore the tears that are welling up behind my eyes.

"Someone who was wronged by your lot."

"Our lot?" I hear someone asking.

"Oh yes, your lot. Specifically the Connors and their motley gang." the man hisses. I gulp as I try to stop myself from breaking down in front of everyone. I don't understand why he's so angsty towards my parents but there's something weird going on. I feel Steph holding my hand to reassure me but I can't help but wish it was pukey. I try to push him out of my mind, but for some reason I can't seem to. "What do you want?" I ask, angry.

"I want to destroy your precious system."

"Why? Were you not accepted?" I ask scathingly, watching the man's face go red. "Oh dear, looks like I hit the nail on the head. Were you just so pathetic that HQ decided you could be of no use?"

"You'll keep quiet girl."

"Will I?"

"Arrest them all." the man says, waving his hand towards the group, "but leave little Miss Sassy for me."

"I quite like the title Miss Sassy, has a nice ring to it." I say, before the group scatters, a fight starting up between us and the guards. It takes no genius to work out that we're outnumbered, but if I can somehow get control of Harry (and the others that this maniac has controlled) back then maybe the numbers will even out a little. The only problem is how I'd do that when I don't even know how this guy is controlling everyone.

AN: Well... this part was a little rushed but I do like how it turned out! Let me know what you think! Xxx