Agent 1

Chapter 2

UNKNOWN

My phone begins to ring loudly, the sound splitting through the previously quiet house. I pull it from my pocket and freeze when I see the familiar number flashing across the screen as if daring me to answer.

I knew he'd call. I know what he wants... but am I willing to give it? I debate not answering and letting it go to voicemail. What's the worst that could happen? 

Scratch that. Not answering has more consequences than actually answering. I guess I was just hoping he'd call later rather than sooner. Just my luck that he chooses the latter. 

I answer the phone.

"You chose the wrong side," his cold voice greets me. 

"I should say the same to you, but I know it won't get through your thick skull," I retort coolly, and he laughs bitterly.

"I'll give you one chance to take back your choice. It's in your best interest to choose wisely this time or you're going to join them in hell when I'm done with you."

"Don't waste your breath," I growl back through the phone. "It's not going to happen. I've chosen my side and you've chosen yours." There's silence on the other end. "And I wouldn't take back my choice for the world. There's nothing you can offer me, nothing you can threaten me with that will change my mind." 

"Be prepared. Because as soon as the next flight's available, I'm coming for you."

"Give it your best shot... And I'll give it mine," I slam the phone down on the coffee table, shattering the screen. It doesn't matter, though. I'm not going to be needing it anymore... Not where I'm going. 

I stick my hand into my jacket and pull out the white crinkled envelope I've stuffed into my pocket. I've pulled it out a million times only to stuff it back into my pocket a few seconds later. This time is different, though. This time I keep it out and pull out the papers inside. My eyes briefly scan over the writing yet again, but the words are not my concern. Not what I need. My eyes settle on the address written in the bottom corner.

 I pull the last remaining thing in the envelope out. I allow the metal badge to catch the light before turning it over in my hands. He's pissed off at me for choosing the wrong side... Let's piss him off even more. 

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CODY

"Why is the gate open?" Chase asks. His ton has a hint of panic in it as he drives into the driveway of Thirteen's house.

I shake my head, but worry begins to unfurl in the pit of my stomach. Thirteen doesn't just leave the gate to her house wide open for anybody to just waltz in... Especially not after Lydia. 

Chase and I get our answer as we pull up in front of the house. Several large construction trucks and moving vans are taking up most of the parking places in front of the house. 

"What the hell?" I mutter as I peer out the window. 

Thirteen comes walking down the front steps of her house after pushing off from the doorway in which she was watching. Chase rolls down the window and she bends over to lean slightly into the car.

"Back up a little and give me a sec," she says before either of us can get a word out. "I'll open up the garage for you too to park."

She pushes off from the car and walks off inside as Chase backs up the car as she said to. We wait a little while before the garage door slowly begins to open. Thirteen leans against the wall next to the controls and waves us in, gesturing for us to park on the far left of the garage. Away from the tarps covering several more cars.