Red and Blue meets Dark

chapter three

    Lily Sailor

He was a jaw dropping hot. He had blue eyes and dark brown hair. I supermodel in the flesh. While I was admiring the man, I realized that I was tied up. How long was I knocked out for? How did I NOT feel the ropes. Should've stayed like Dad said. Of course I speak stupid and not smart. The view is gorgeous though.

    "Sierra," I lie to his question. Dad trained me for years, I wasn't about to make a fool of myself.

    "Well Sierra, who are you?" He asks.

    "Sierra," I sass even though I knew what he was talking about.

    "Hilarious." The captor was smirking and I wanted to punch him. Why is this is damn amusing?

    I make up a story. Rule 5 on dad's list was to never reveal your true identity. "I'm Sierra Smith. I'm 22 and I grew up in California. Happy, bastard?" I roll my eyes. Dad would be proud, I'd say if I make it out of here to tell it, first.

    "Most definitely an officer. I will advise you to stop lying, kiddo."

    I stare at him with my mouth wide open. How'd he know I was lying? He read me like a book. What the hell. Scratch that. Dad would have me start over on my training.

    "Curious?" He lays back on the bed, putting down the gun. I almost sigh in relief, but I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing me nervous. I observe handsome while he stares at the ceiling. "You didn't hesitate to tell me a lie which you are most likely trained for. So I'm guessing officer. You look way too young to pull off 22 so I'm guessing 16-18? However I'm pretty sure they don't accept cops this young. You're probably still in school. So maybe your family member or members is an officer. Chief, I'm guessing."

    I stare at the handsome guy. If my jaw had no already dropped, it would drop at this moment "How the hell? Screw it. I'm going to die anyways. Sorry, dad. Lily Sailor. I'm 17 and yes, my dad is a freaking chief. How'd you know I was lying though?" I break. Damn, I'm a wimp.

    The hottie stares at me and blinks slowly. "Well that's a first," he mutters. "You do this this where you tap your left hand. After you told me that you're "Sierra" I knew it was a lie. I just had to make sure."

    "Are you going to tell me who you are?" I ignore his reading of me.

    "Alec Evans. 18." Well, that was easy.

    I clear my throat. "Will you untie me now?"

    "Not so fast, Ms. Kicked my gun out of my hands and may hit my groin next."

    I roll my eyes. "Funny." Alec chuckles in amusement.

    "Well I'm tired dealing with your crap and all. Goodnight," he simply states,

    "Hold on! You're going to keep me here alive sitting in a chair to sleep?" I ask.

    "Um yes?" Alec says.

    "Bastard. I'd rather die!" I yell. What the, why the, how the. The damn bastard. Jeez. I will take my revenge on him.

    Alec walks up to me and whispers in my ear. "I don't think so, sweet thing."

   I bite my lip at the sound of his voice. "Can I at least sleep in comfortable clothes?"

    "Hate to break it to you but I don't have extra clothes here."

    "I have clothes in my car. Can I go get them?"

"Most definitely spoiled," Alec says. I stick my tongue out at him, "Nice try, baby. I'll go get them."

"I don't fancy you at all!" I yell. I was attracted to him for sure, but he didn't need to know that.

Alec leaves the room, laughing, and I think fast. Okay. I have a knife in my boots, but my hands are tied behind the chair. What would Dad or Fin say? Flirt your way out of this. You have a perk. Okay. Manipulation. I love the way my mind thinks. This room is too small to escape as well. No windows and everything. It was all worn down, but this building was pretty sturdy. Flirting and manipulation it is.

Alec comes back with my bag of clothes. He stands in the hallway (the only hallway) that leads to the door as I change with a gun in his hand. I smile. I'm so smart.