Spy Of My Life

Chapter Five

I reach the end of the sidewalk, and as I’m about to cross the street, I see a black van approaching fast. My inner alarms start going off and something tells me something bad is going to happen.

I turn back and start walking fast, and as I turn my head, I see the van’s side door open and two masked men step out. I don’t think they’re her for me. Are they?

I start running, and when I turn again to see if I am just paranoid, the two men start running too. I was talking on the phone and I didn’t even notice that I went to a deserted street. I keep running as fast as I can, and then, I see a police car at the end of the street. I start screaming:

 “Police! Police! Over here! Please help! They’re following me! Please help!”

I reach the police car, all out of breath, and fall on my knees. A man with a uniform gets out of the front seat, and asks me:

-“Miss, are you okay?

-Now, yes. I was about to cross the street… and then… there was this van coming straight for me. I don’t know why but I just went the other way and started running. They were going to kidnap me! Two big men with black ski masks! Why would they want to kidnap ME!?

- Calm down miss, take a breath. Come, sit inside the car. Here, drink water, you’ll feel better.”

I stand up and go in the back of the police car. I take the small bottle of water from the hand of the policeman and drink it all in one gulp. I take a deep breath, and turn to talk to the man who just saved my life just by being in the right place. I look up and see a beautiful tall man, with blonde hair, green eyes and dimples. He smiles at me, and I think I saw his eyes sparkle.

-“Thank you sir, you just… saved… my …life…”

For some reason, I start feeling dizzy, and my eyelids feels so heavy. Suddenly I’m feeling very sleepy. I… don’t… feel… so… good… Why…?

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the middle of a big grey room. I’m sitting on a wooden chair, and there’s a light bulb that keeps flickering florescent light. There’s a steel table in front of me that looks beaten up in all kinds of ways. I look around, and I notice a rectangular mirror on my right next to a buzzer of some kind. There’s another door on my left, but no buzzer. I look up and notice a speaker on the far right corner of the room, and a camera on the far left.

Suddenly, I realize that there are two men sitting in front on me. One of them is bulky, with a saved skull and a grayish beard, and the other one has blonde hair, green eyes and dimples. Wait what?!

That’s the freaking police officer! What is he doing here? What am I doing here?!

I try to stand up, and my heads starts hurting a lot and I feel dizzy, so I sit back again. The blonde guy offers his hand but I frown at him. He takes back his hand, and clears his throat.

“- Hello, Sofia. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. For now, let me tell you a few things. I’m Dan, and this is Don. These are not our real names, but you can call me Dan, for now. I suggest you don’t make sudden movements or you will have a hell of a headache, trust me. The water I gave you was spiked, but there are no long-term side effects.

Now, tell me, why do you think you’re here?”

I look at both men in front of me, both are wearing serious faces. I look around again, scanning every inch of the room, then look back at them. They both look like strong men, with clean clothes and military boots.

An idea starts growing in my mind, and then I thought, what the heck, let’s go with it.

“- So, “Dan”, that mirror is probably a one-way looking glass. So someone must be watching from outside this room. So the buzzer must be the way of communicating with the adjacent room. The speaker must serve the same purpose.

I see that the camera is recording. So it’s either to keep as memorabilia or for an official record. I’d say it’s the latter.

Both of you look strong and healthy, and if I’m not mistaken, disciplined. I think that’s why you fooled me as a police officer. Speaking of that, I should have noticed that you didn’t have a partner, and that the police radio was off. But the car really looked legit. I think it’s a real one. Did you steal it? Or… did you borrow it?

I see I still have my clothes on. So, none of you is a p*****t. Good to know, I guess. And I’m not wearing handcuffs. So, either you think you can outrun me, or you believe I will stay put by my own free will. I think it’s the latter.

Am I being assessed, or interviewed? Is this a job interview? Way to go man, this is quite special… But wait! This reeks of clandestine!

Am I being recruited as a spy?!”