This is the sixth chapter in a book I am writing. The book (Undercover and Investigating) is the third book in a series, you can find the previous two books here: https://writeboy.blog/my-stories/ .
Break Out Gone Wrong.
We set out with nothing apart from an address and our confidence in each other’s ability. We hop off the bus and look around for a bit, we locate the Mystical Movers depot and see that there is a market on. “Jack?” Emily stands next to me with her arms crossed and a quizzical expression.
“Yep.”
“What are we actually going to say? Like we don’t have a number plate or anything like that.”
“I’ve thought about that.”
“Please tell.”
“C’mon.” I take her to a bench and explain point by point the plan.
“Yep, it’s official, you’re insane.”
“Maybe…but I think it’ll work.”
Emily begins to walk in to the office and then turns to us, “Remember, you are going to be unsuspicious.”
“Of course, incognito is literally in IMPS,” I say jokingly.
“Yeah, but you have Elijah with you.” Emily counters.
“Point taken.” We loiter unsuspiciously outside whilst Emily goes in to talk at the front desk, I catch her nervously glancing over her shoulder and that’s when it goes south. Emily is grabbed by the huge security guard and hauled out the door by her arm. Sitting on a wall opposite the van rental, we wallow in our sorrow and failure. I am sitting next to Emily watching the traffic and the comings and goings out of the van rental depot, and quite frankly I am miserable. I keep trying to formulate a plan but I can’t scrape anything together because it all relies on money, connections and information we don’t have. That is until I catch a glimpse through the bushes of the Eastern European man who stabbed O’Drice. “What was that?” I point to the gap in the bushes.
“I know, I’m sorry-Jack-I messed up really bad, didn’t I?” Emily drops her head in sorrow.
“Nah, not that.” I squeeze her hand encouragingly, “I think I just saw that bloke who stabbed O’Drice.”
Emily sits bolt upright, “Who, Vlad?”
“What?”
“Oh, I thought he should have a name but I didn’t want to ask so I thought there must be a decent chance I get it right with that.”
“Ok, come on.” I pull her across the road and climb through the gap in the bushes. We see Vlad getting into a van and starting the engine. Rushing back onto the road, we jump onto the side of the van, holding onto the roof rack. Vlad sees us and accelerates; Jacob and Elijah are stood there completely stumped. Vlad is driving very erratically and being both the stupider one and the one nearer the front of the van, I shuffle along to next to the window and tap on the glass.
Smiling, I say, “You are driving very badly and (as an agent of her Majesty’s Service) I feel obliged to recommend that you take an eye test.” He rolls down the window and swats at me with a newspaper, I take it out of his hand, “The Sun, really?” Next, he throws out a half drunk can of Stella, it bounces off my head, “It’s 10 in the morning. You need help.” Finally, a bayonet appears out the window. “Ok, maybe I need help now.” It is the same type of bayonet I took off the guy at the rugby. I manage to squirm out of one poke with just a ripped shirt. “This isn’t going well.” He pokes again and I flatten myself against the side of the van but he still draws blood from a large gash.
“Jack! What’s happening?” Emily calls (distressed).
“Don’t worry about it.”
“That’s quite difficult when I am clinging onto the side of a speeding van” He starts to wobble to try and shake us off. I reach in and grab firmly onto the steering wheel. A piercing pain shoots up my forearm as he slides the knife down the length of it and it sticks in my wrist. Unable to pull it out, he looks up and screams, Emily grabs onto my arm and then I look up and let out a helpless yelp. The van careers into a bollard and Emily and I are catapulted off into the air.
Everything slows down and I grab hold of Emily, I feel her melt away to invisibility (her power) in panic. A burning sensation rises through me. It starts in my chest, right by my heart, as I will Emily to be alright. It spreads through me like an infestation. It engulfs my body just like my hope does. I close my eyes am suddenly lit up; I can see every blood vessel in my eyelids. The burning sensation explodes out and I brace for an impact that never comes.
I open my eyes, “Emily, are you alright.” I rush over.
“Yeah, what happened?”
“I don’t really know.” I look out and my face drops even further. “This day just keeps getting worse.” Being a 15-year-old, I have never had an encounter with a police officer, much less had a pair of handcuffs put on and been taken away by them. When we move past the tedious desk, Emily and I are separated for her to be questioned and me to be patched up. I don’t know what to say to the cops, if I tell the truth they will never believe me but I cannot think up a believable lie that can act as a suitable explanation.
I look at the blood soaking through the bandage on my arm. “Now what were you doing on the side of that van?” PC whatever his name is repeats the question, emphasising every word by hitting the table with his fist.
“I already told you.” I sit back, slumped with a moody expression. A smile infects my face, “I’m Jimmy Bond, doing secret agent stuffs.”
“Damn it kid, I will ruin your life for this, ruin it!”
“Not if I ruin yours first.”
“Shut up, I ask the questions.”
“I didn’t ask a question; I made a statement.”
“I said I ask the questions!”
“Again, I ask the quest…”
“-Thank you very much, officer. I can take Jack off your hands.” Lieutenant Colonel McVallen walks into the room the room and (despite her slight stature) her commanding Scottish voice holds the room’s power hostage. She gets me to the front desk, “Wait here, don’t crash any vans before I get back.”
“Yessir.”
“Jack!” Emily runs up to me and throws her arms around me, “How’s your arm?” She runs her hand down the bandage.
“I demand an explanation!” PC whatever his name is stands by the door.
“Oooo, you do not want to do that.” Emily says with a knowing look to me. He squares up to McVallen so she simply steps to the side and walks out the other door a foot to the right of the first.
“Secret agent stuffs.” I laugh to his deflated and confused body still in front of the door as I follow Emily out.
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