Deception - In The Beginning (Book 5) - A Prequel

Chapter 15

"It's the illusionist, I'm sure of this Johnny. He's calling me out. I'm going to go down and check that scene out for myself. I'll bet you anything I can find how he hid it. There is no way an explosion that big wouldn't have had casualties. It's all smoke and mirrors."

When he heard from Gunter that his brother had returned, he didn't know what to think, weather to be hopeful or more depressed. He held back from his original plan of escape just in case Cam found something. Now he was here spouting off about a supposed illusion of a plane exploding and in his twin's mind it was the person who had condemned him to this awful existence.

He could barely keep up with the excitement that was pouring forth. Not being the guiding hand, to temper the spontaneity of his brother had allowed Cameron to run unchecked.

"Cam hold on for a second. If what you say is true you can't do anything on your own. Think about that, you have to have a plan."

"I know, I know but... never mind I'll find some help. I'm sure I'm right. You'll see Johnny. I'll get you out of here." Jonathan raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes.

"Sure bro, whatever you say. However, just in case I want you to look at my plan." He shoved his leather-bound notebook, the one that was a match to Cam's own, under his brother's face.

"No, you can't do this Jon. We're going to get you out. A life living on the run isn't a life. We'll do this the legal way." He knew that was what Cam would say but he'd been in this hell hole for almost a year and a half and he wanted out. He didn't do what they say he'd done, and Cameron wasn't any closer to finding out who, how and why. "Promise me Jon. You'll not try and escape... at least not yet."

Jonathan knew he would give in to his twin but, he was close to just throwing caution to the wind; it had been eighteen months of just trying to stay alive. Prison was a hard place, especially for someone like Jonathan.

It was true he could fight, both could. Sebastian was exceptional where the tutelage of his sons ran towards the physical. Although it appeared the magic was paramount and it seemed he pushed them beyond their limits, before they were aware of that; their father had schooled them in how to fight, to ward off the ne're-do-well and petty thieves they encountered in their travels.

The many bruises, cuts and broken fingers were a testament of how often he had to make a point, keep his food for himself or protect his body. It wasn't a life he wanted, and he was going half-crazy without a purpose, he'd traded one prison for a harsher one where everyone was out for themselves.

He spent hours in the Library of the prison, it being the safest place he could find. But the forced hours in the yard each day made it almost impossible for him to be invisible that, and the knowledge of who he was. Coercion by other inmates started almost the day he set foot in the institution.

Jonathan wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to deal with it before he took the matter into his own hands regardless of what Cameron said.

"Promise me Jon." The nod was imperceptible, but it was there.

"Just keep your head down a little longer, we'll work this out. You know we'll find a solution."

"Not so sure about that this time bro. Yes, I'll wait a bit longer."

The hanger was a mess when Cameron showed up, alerting the FBI agents on site. It took some clever manipulation and fast-talking to get the woman agent to let him explain. The Latino agent was gorgeous if he were to comment any way whatsoever. Her deep brown eyes and luxurious chestnut colored hair enamored him.