ILLEGAL

Chapter 14

Okay, sorry I don't have a picture of a character this time. I can't think of any more important characters really. But, this is supposed to be Cole's dress. If you have any ideas, leave me a recommendation in the comments. And thank you so much for 300 reads!! Alright, this quick message is over. Enjoy!

It was the day of the plane ride. Not exactly the gala, that was tomorrow, but since New York was seventeen-hundred miles from Texas, we had to take a plane. Which would be cool, I had thought. That was before I knew the conditions of the plane.

Every time we hit an air pocket, it would seem the plane would fall out of the sky. It was an older version. We didn't have seat belts, we had parachutes.

There was something wrong with Jack. He looked pale, and he had his eyes closed the whole time. He was gripping the armrests so hard that his fingers turned white. I put the puzzle pieces together and asked him,"You're afraid of heights, aren't you?"

He flicked his eyes open to look at me. He hesitated before nodding. Yes. I leaned back in my seat.

We had reviewed the plan hundreds of times. We would head to the back, then scale the building. Most likely there would be a chimney so that smoke from the catering could escape, and we'd go that way. Since this didn't have full-blown cooking, just wine and finger snacks, no smoke would be going up the chimney. Our appearances and cover would be safe.

Once we officially got into the building, we would find a way into the party and pretend to be one of the hundreds of guests. Yes, I know there is a different way to get in, by faking an I.D. And enter ticket, but that's not as exciting.

We had studied the blueprints of the area dozens of times. If I closed my eyes, I swear I could see the maps glowing on the back if my eyelids. I made sure Jack knew it too. Plus, I made him promise he wouldn't try to improvise on the plan if something went wrong.

Once the plane landed, we would go to a hotel to spend the night, so that the next day we could get ready for the gala. I planned on reviewing the plan once more, but seeing the condition Jack was in...I decided against it. I felt bad, I never really had true fear. I'm not afraid of anything, no heights, no spiders, all the common fears. The only thing I could think if off the top of my head would be losing my job.

Working at G.O.E.S. was my life. Is my life. Without it, I'd probably still be facing a criminal offense. Becoming a spy has changed my life, for the good. I'm more athletic, I've definitely learned new skills, and I've learned the secrets of the government. I'm protecting my country. And not like soldiers in the Army or Air Force, it's secret. In some ways, my job was much more important than that.

I didn't realize it, but I had slowly drifted off. I fell asleep with my hands lingering towards the knife in my shoe.
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I woke up on Jack's shoulder. I had just had a dream where I was totally badass, well, more than usual. I blinked my eyes open, my forehead was resting against his the crook in his neck. I rubbed my eyes, not exactly sure where I was. He was gazing at me, the eyes like blue stars shining against a night sky. He had a small smile in his face, the little smirk he always had. Except, this time it seemed...kind. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." He whispered softly, his breath arousing my hair.

I seemed stuck there. It was like time stopped. The seconds that we stared at each other seemed like an eternity. I could happily stay there for eternity. Bur I couldn't. There were other things going on, thugs bigger than this moment between myself and Jack.

The amount of self-control to push myself off of him was the equal to ripping off my own fingernails. The absence of the hard muscle and comforting heat underneath my head was depressing. I thought about going back, but I couldn't. I had to stay on task.