Hunting Her

Chapter 15

Jack leaned in close to my ear. "What do we do?" Apparently, we'd both heard the same pair of footsteps stomping down the hall, with a pair of high heels tapping after them.

I shrugged myself out of his embrace, ignoring it ever happened and wiped my arm across my face to quickly dry it. An escape plan. I knew this building inside and out, along with the protocol they use when people escape.

"Anytime now." Jack muttered, his eyes trained on the door.

"Do you have a gun on you?" I asked, debating through a multitude of plans. Jack shook his head and I ruled out over half of my plans. There was one door to this room. One entrance and exit.

My eyes peered over Jack's shoulder, to glance at the two-way mirror. I then looked back to Jack's face. His usually calm features were knotted up in stress, his normally relaxed shoulders were stiff and tense. I glance down to his ear and smiled. "Jack."

Jack's eyes snapped to mine. "Yes?"

"Brace yourself." Before Jack could ask or protest, I brought my lips to his ear. He let out a small yelp which quickly turned to a shout as I bit down. He shoved me away and his hands flew to his now bleeding ear.

"Why?" He said with a glare.

I brought the earring I'd stolen from his earlobe to my lips, plucking it from my mouth with a free hand.

"Do I get an explanation?"

I ignored him as I placed the earring in the handcuff lock on the table and stored in the key in my back pocket. I'm sure Dominic would appreciate the sentiment.

"Jack, I am going to escape. You need to stay here." Jack scowled at that. "I'll contact you when I can, but I can't have them hunting you too. This will keep them off your back."

Jack stepped back. "What will?"

"Don't trust Justina or Parker. He is also a double agent." Jack's brow knitted in confusion. "Dominic is the bad guy. Any mention of him, you stay away."

I waited for his response but he gave me nothing. "Jack, do you understand?"

Jack nodded. "Yes, but about Parker—"

I gave him no chance to finish, catching him by surprise was the best method here. I swung my hand at his jaw, remembering from training how it was made of glass. He dropped and I caught his head before he hit the ground, gently placing him down. "Sorry."

I took a quick examination of the room, ensuring everything was right before taking Jack's knife from his shoe. His favourite knife, to which I would be sure to return. I tapped against the two-way mirror with two fingers listening carefully before eventually I found what I was looking for. Old interrogation rooms such as these, were fixed with the same model of old mirror, ones that had the exact same fault. One spot weak spot that if it were to be poked a little too hard would cause the mirror to—I placed the knife against the spot and tapped the bottom—shatter.

The door opened as I jumped through the broken mirror, avoiding shards of glass. I swung my head around in time to see Dominic's face. I almost smirk at his expression, but decided to just quickly sprinting out the room.

I could hear Justina starting to shriek in her make-your-ears bleed voice. Dominic on the other hand, had wasted no time in hurdling after me. A string of curses flowing from his mouth. I clutched the knife to my chest as I ran, faster than I had ever ran before.

I turned a sharp corner and bumped into someone. "Lexa?" I heard the say and I launched my hand into their side, knife first.

"They killed them." I spat, staring down at Parker as he crumbled to the floor. His face crumpled up as he tried to speak.

"Lexa, you don't understand." He said as blood leaked through his grey shirt. "None of this was supposed to happen."

"I've wasted enough time on you." I glanced back to see Dominic turning the corner.

Any words Parker wanted to say died on his tongue as he spotted Dominic.

"I hope it kills you." I snarled, glancing towards his side before leaping over him. Dominic chuckled behind me, having pieced together what had happened. His footsteps were gaining on me, so after saying a silent sorry to Jack, I launched the knife at Dominic.

The alarm began to sound, alerting every agent to my escape and I wondered what took so long as I pushed myself to run faster. I didn't bother to look back to see whether the knife had hit its target.

After climbing through vents that hadn't been cleaned in years and watching groups of trainee agents walk straight past me. I made it out of the building. I weaved through the alleys of several other MI6 buildings before making it to the stretch of road that ran behind one of the fields.

The road always contained a few parked taxis as this was the road all the young agents used to sneak out into town when training got too boring. The Taxis became aware of this tradition and realised if they waited along the road, agents usually stumbled their way towards them at one point.

I noticed a few other agents, and zipped up the jacket I'd stolen off an unconscious agent. I didn't find the agent unconscious, I began by asking nicely if I could borrow his jacket. But after a comment that could be considered sexual harassment, I slammed their head into the wall and took the jacket.

I stole a hat off another agent, but did so without them noticing and without violence.

I pulled the hat down lower and walked up to the nearest taxi. My breath was coming out in short pants as heat pricked at my skin. I was now regretting the jacket. Apparently, the only day in English history that the sun was shining had to be the day I was running a whole marathon. "Can you take me into London?"

The taxi driver nodded and I slipped into the car. The engine started to roar to life as I heard the shout of my name from outside the car. But the driver pressed his foot to the accelerator and I was gone.

"Thank you," I whispered as I slumped back into the seat, utterly exhausted.

He adjusted his front mirror and gazed back at me. "Miss, what happened to you?"

I couldn't help the borderline delirious laugh that escaped my lips. "Honestly, you wouldn't believe me. I'm still not entirely sure that it happened."

He nodded, understanding that I didn't wish to talk. He drove us into London in silence. I paid him in cash and hitched a ride to a random motel in the middle of nowhere to crash for the night.

The first of many random motels I realised.