The Assassin's Assistant

Chapter Five

Author's Note: So, I decided to cancel my other stories, since this one seems to be the fan favorite, and, personally, this one was my favorite. So you guys can expect updates more often now that I'm not juggling the other two XD Give me your feedback like always and tell me what you think :D

Chapter Five

It's a miracle I'm still alive.

The girl got an order from her walkie-talkie, and her and her partner just stood there, staring at me. After about five minutes, a man walked in. He was tall and thin, almost frail, with a long face and distinguished jaw, in an overpriced suit. It wouldn't be the Underground if people weren't paying too much for everything. His hair was short and brown. He couldn't have been much more than thirty years old, but walked like he was twice his age. He had a limp of some sort. I took a mental note of this. If I got out of here and had to go Rambo, I should use this to my advantage, because, honestly, I didn't have much running for me.

The man walked - can we call him Fred? I'd hate to be all "man, the man, him, the guy, he, guy". So he's Fred now. - Okay. Fred walked in front of me. He cleared his throat, and nervously eyed the two-way mirror. Finally, he broke the painfully long silence. "Proceed with the questioning, Summer."

As he said this, a plan began to formulate in my head. I may have a chance.

"Now you're going to cooperate, alright you brat?" The lady, Summer, towered over me, and I faked a quiver of fright. "Where is your base?"

"You guys - you know where it is. You found the signal."

I could tell that she was impressed that I had figured this out, but honestly, it wasn't that hard. "No. Where is your 'Mission Control' or 'Head of Operations'? That was just a place to get orders. We're not stupid. Now tell me, because those things have your name written all over them!" She pointed to the needles.

Show time. I looked up at them with, my lying training with Brittany finally paying off. But I wouldn't have needed it anyway, if it weren't for her. "I - I can't-"

The dude with the needles took a heavy step forward. "Oh, I think you can."

I shook my head. "I ca -can't really describe it. I'd have t - to show yooou it."

"What do you mean?" Fred raised his eyebrows, obviously confused.

"I - I mean," Oh come on Lux. Why? Why do I have to show them? "You'd need me t- tu- to disable the security." I faked a very believable whimper, if I may say so. "It's underground, and su-ppeer-ra secure. There's DNA and stuff that you wouldn't be able- able to do." Not too bad. A little cheesy though.

'Oh no.' I thought, 'Was that too corny? Oh-' I saw the girl put a finger up to her ear. It's a Bluetooth. She then said something in Fred's ear. Fred then walked his limping walk out of the room. I stayed still, waiting for news on whether or not they bought it. 'This must be what defendants in legal trials feel like, just waiting for their fate to be announced.' It was agonizing. My patience is bad enough as is, but this was just down right painful. Whether they believe me or not, just please tell me now. This is killing me.

I was rapidly approaching a mental breakdown. This was horrible. I'd always hated it when a movie would have a cliff hanger ending, and you would have to wait two years to know what happened to our hero, but this - this put that feeling to shame. Nervousness gushed through me, but I pressed it down. I can't show it in my body language, or I may as well wave my hands in the air, saying, "Yeah, remember how I said you needed me to get in? Good news, you don't. You can bust right in! Isn't that fine and dandy?" I managed to keep my same fragile, torn, and beaten down appearance though.