To murder or to escape (2) DRAFT

Chapter 13

Maddy's POV

"So?" I asked Jaz. "Ever been to Australia before?"

"Yeah I go there every bloody year for my vacation!" she snaps sarcastically.

"Woah! ok then. Someone's happy today." I said.

"Shut up maddy! I am so pissed right now! Amy put that clue there and I know it. She's leading us on her little chase and we have no chance but to follow! do you realise how stupid this is?" she screams.

"Your right." I say. She looks at me with a softened expression.

"What?" she asks impatiently.

"Your right." I repeat. "This is all pointless." I say.

"It's not." Jaz says. I fake surprise.

"Enlighten me. How isn't it pointless when you just claimed it is?" I say continuing with the fake surprise.

"You know bloody well it isn't! we can't just let world war three start! we can't just let that happen!" Jaz screams.

"Your right." I say. "You are perfectly right."

"How?" She asks.

"Ok now your just being stupid. Of course we can't let world war three start, you think I don't know that?" I ask calmly.

"Of course I don't think that and you know it." Jaz says.

"Fine. We're at an agreement then." I say.

"I got the tickets!" Dr jones says excitedly appearing out of nowhere holding three plane tickets.

"The flights to Australia aren't very popular. Also the girl giving me the tickets was very hesitant and didn't seem entirely into giving me them. I wonder if something we don't know about has been happening around the world. Hmm. What were you two fighting about?" She asks.

"We weren't fighting." Jaz says. I nod agreeing.

"Ok. Fine. Shall we go to the airport? It's not far from here." Dr jones says and points. I nod again and start running with dr jones and Jaz close behind.

Dr jones wasn't kidding when she said the airport was close. We run inside and navigate our way through.

The lady who took our tickets stared at us as if she knew our faces from somewhere. I didn't really think much of it as we boarded on to the plane.

We found our seats and sat down while waiting for the plane to take off. It was pretty quiet, only a few other people were heading to Australia.

"Hmm. Anyone look familiar?" Jaz whispers to me.

"Her." I say as a plane waitress pushes a trolley filled with drinks and food.

"Would you like anything?" She asks. She has a thick French accent.

"Aren't you supposed to come around when the plane is flying? There is only a few people and it could be a while before we take off." She said. She has lovely brown hair that reaches her shoulders.

"You seem familiar, what is your name?" I ask.

"My name, is Mary Clarke." She says her accent failing slightly. I smile and nod.

"Only one person sounds like that. I know who it is now, she has contacts in her eyes and her hair is dyed. She's faking the accent. When her accent dropped she sounded like someone we know." I explain.

"Amy." Jaz says.

"Yep." I say. "We're on a plane with Amy. And if Amy's here, these other passengers, are probably Gary's workers."