Spy School: Zoe or Erica?

The kidnapping (Zoe)

I woke up in a car.

That was all I remembered.

During the night, I briefly flashed the memories of me going to bed, tossing and turning under my sheets, then having some random assassin jumping out of nowhere and completely destroying my blissful time of rest.

Well, another way to put it, some idiot knocked me unconscious without my permission.

When I came too, I immediately realized I was being towed away in a car. A car that was probably speeding, considering the fact that they were weaving through traffic at the speed of double the cars around us.

Erica was placed beside me- also tied up with ropes. I couldn't tell if she was awake or not since her eyes were closed and she was lying perfectly still- until she suddenly flashed open her eyes and gave me a cold stare.

I jumped up in surprise, trying not to cause too much attention from the front seat, and Erica gave me another look that said play unconscious or I'll play with your life. I did as follows.

The first question that popped into my mind was one that was probably the most obvious: How had someone managed to get an upper hand on Erica? And why wasn't Erica breaking through the chains and attempting to make an escape plan yet?

There were two theoretical solutions: One being that someone actually was better than Erica at fighting, the second one being that Erica had a plan, she just didn't use it yet. I was personally hoping for the second, but the devil side of me was nagging my head that the first choice would be the perfect blackmail.

Erica still laid perfectly still on the back seat, not moving an inch. She was much better at playing dead than I was, which wasn't unusual since she was usually better than me at everything, but my mind was still trying to take in the scene.

I turned my head to look at the front seat- and my mind promptly short-circuited before my eyes.

Sitting in the shotgun was the most handsome boy I've ever seen.

I shook the thoughts away- this guy was an enemy! He killed people for a living! There was completely no chance that we could end up together. 

The boy in the front seat turned back to look at us, and I immediately closed my eyes and played dead. Still, I could feel his gaze lasering the surface of my face and his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

He then said something that sounded as if it was in a different language and that I didn't understand- and the driver of the car quickly braked, causing a line of cars behind us to do the same action.

The boy in the front seat said something to the driver in a different language, then quickly switched to American.

"Which one of you two that just sniffed," he said. "I know you're awake."

He took out a tiny gun and pointed it at both of us, switching from one body to another.

"I'm going to make sure none of you two try any funny business," he said, finger tensing on the trigger.

A gunshot sounded, then everything went black.