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Chapter 43 - Keeping His Thoughts To Himself He'd Be Leaving Soon

Our furtive escape into the country side has been going on for an hour. Hell, probably longer. The sun's really putting up a burning fight with this heat. You don't get too many days like these in Britain.

Roger's insistent alacrity never fails to impress me. I'm tired. I'm beaten. And here's Rog jumping around pointing at every damn thing in sight saying, "Brian! Look! I've never seen a tree like that!" or "F*ck me, is that a fox? How the hell are there so many animals here?"

To be frank, I haven't a clue how Brian keeps up with him every day. Well, I haven't a clue how he tames either of us. He's got moody b*tch over here and hyper ass over there. Sorry, I shouldn't be rude.

I've built up enough sweat to pull California out of a drought. Hey, don't ask. I'm counting on going to Hollywood after Singapore because it sure seems like Freddie's going to get away with this sh*t. I might as well study and be prepared for what's to come.

Have I lost hope? Possibly. It's not exactly the most comforting thing to know that the other side has gotten so powerful in which we couldn't even risk fighting them. Three hundred spies who have been training for their whole life really, and yet we still evacuated them. Foolish? I wouldn't say so. I don't want to risk more loss of lives. I've seen enough.

Brian scanned the vast, arid area. He turned back towards the large, teeming crowd we had behind us. "Maybe we can take a stop here."

Anita stomped up to Brian. "Do you have any clue where you're taking us?" she interrogated.

I watched silently as Roger ran off to look at flowers or some sh*t. Brian fumbled, "If I'm being honest, Miss Dobson, I don't. I'd appreciate it if you'd give me some sense of direction so that we can efficiently take these people somewhere safe."

She and Brian argued for a little bit on the best trail we should follow. Roger seemed to bond with a few of the younger spies as we waited around. I just wanted to eat. I haven't had a good meal in a while.

I better distract myself. If I stay still for too long, it would only make me more vulnerable to a desolate despair. I don't want to put myself back in that place. I've cried far more than I should. I won't waste anymore tears when there are far more important things I should be doing.

Placing my bag on the ground, I lethargically rested my head atop it gazing up at the sky. Pondering. What's the quickest flight to Singapore? Maybe not the quickest, rather the soonest. Best to be ahead of Freddie. We can't afford to let him get a head start. That's what lead to our downfall.

If we're lucky, we can annul their plans before they make it to America. Once they make it to America, then it's going to be a hell of a lot harder to chase them down. We'd have two countries in ruin while trying to save two others. It'll be too much to lose; too much to sacrifice.

"Rog!" I beckoned, flickering my eyes over at the blonde walking by. Now that I caught his attention, I inquired, "How long do you reckon a flight to Singapore'll take?"

Finding my question a bit odd at first, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Um, seven or six hours. Why do you ask?"

"Our work in Japan is done. I hope it'll turn out better in Singapore, but we've got to get a head start. The minute we get back to the hotel we have to start packing."

Roger nodded after taking a moment to think about it. He offered his hand to help me up, but I denied it and got up myself. I don't need help with everything.

I shouldn't have broken down in front of them. Now they'll be overattentive. It's not that I don't appreciate it - I'm grateful that they care so much - but it just makes me feel weak.