chapter 5 | information

"play me a memory"

-unknown



"Why would I believe you?" I asked with half of my mind listening to the conversation, the other half was going through all the memories with my parents thinking what I missed. Where were all the signs that my parents were spies? What? Even just thinking about it makes me sick.

"I have proof"

At that statement I raised my eyebrow.

"Proof?"

He procured a briefcase out of nowhere and got a few pictures out and handed them to me without saying a word. When I grabbed them our fingers touched and I felt electricity but I had to focus on my parents right now. Damn you body for reacting in a bad situation. I slowly started looking through them. They were indeed with my parents just taken with a black and white camera and in some of them they were wearing sunglasses.

"This doesn't prove anything. They could just be on vacation. Just because you show me a bunch of photos taken with a fancy camera doesn't mean my parents are... what you said they are" I couldn't bring myself to say the actual word thinking that if I don't say it I won't believe it.

"Just keep looking"

I did. The rest of the pictures showed them in different restaurants. One of them showed them giving a package to another man, I couldn't see his face because of a big coat and hat he was wearing. It still was really hard for me to believe it but why else would I be here. I mean this man seems to know what he is doing sort of? I mean he is still distracting sometimes with his Vogue Cover Face but I was more focused on trying to piece my parents secret life together. Were they spies I mean maybe in past they maybe retired? Can they retire? I had so many questions but for some reason I asked:

"Where are you taking me?"

It was Mister Perfect's turn to raise an eyebrow. But he didn't answer so I ask again

"Where the fuck are you taking me?"

"To the MI6 quarter in London, if you really must know."

Fuck. MI6? London?

What I wouldn't give right now to be back in my bed.

"Let's say I do believe you. What do you want to do with me?"

I mean that was a pretty logical question for my exhausted brain. Until then I only heard things about my parents but I didn't know where I come in the equation.

"As I said we need your help"

"What kind of help?"

I didn't like the way he said it, so I braced for the worse.

"We need you to get some information from somewhere"

That didn't sound completely bad.

"Somewhere?"

"You'll know when the time is right. Just trust me for the moment." He said again in a very business-like voice.

Bullshit.

"You want me to trust you when you have given me no reason to, you lost my trust the second you decided to abduct me" I spoke that again with quite some confidence. "And besides I don't even know your name" I continued

"Blake"

Huh. That wouldn't have been my first choice but I guess Blake suits him pretty good.

"And how am I supposed to take this information from somewhere I don't know anything about spies and stuff"

Except probably the thousands of hours I spend watching movies with spies and reading everything I could get my hands on. Besides kickboxing I also watched a lot of self defense videos on YouTube and practiced them with Charlotte. So I had the information just not so much practice. I doubt it would take me far but I knew the basics. But Blake didn't have to know that.

"You just have to get in, take it and get out."

He expects me to believe that shit?

"That simple?" I say in a slightly surprised tone, well I hope I sounded surprised.

"That simple" he agreed

"Then why don't YOU do it if you know so much?"

"It's not that simple," he said, irritated.

Good. When people are pissed off they aren't paying that much attention anymore.

Rule #1: Try to talk to them enough till you piss them off and they kick you out or till you manage to think of a way to get out.

Since the second option is almost impossible I am going to make this man's life so miserable and annoy him so much he is going to beg me to jump out of the plane. And the fact that I get to stare at his face and just be in his presence while doing it is just a bonus.

Just wait. I can be a real bitch when I want to.

"Oh suddenly it's not simple anymore" I say, challenging him.

"No I guess not."

"Well let me make it simple for you: You give me a parachute, I jump out from the plane, you continue to London, when you get there you can tell your boss that I got away with my incredible fighting skills. You don't get fired even though I would file a complaint from the way you recruit people, your boss doesn't get what he wants but he will get over it. I will not go to the police and you can surely find someone else to get that information. And if you are willing to drop me off in the next 5 minutes I am willing to forget about the stuff you said about my parents. Deal?"

It was impossible that he would agree but when I was talking I could see him getting more pissed which was good until he started laughing. I was watching dumb folded.

What is wrong with him?

"I have to admit I pictured you would be funny but not this hilarious."

I was shooting daggers at him.

What the fuck is his problem?

"We are in the middle of the sea, I can't drop you off here" he continued, still chuckling.

Oh if I could just get my hands around his throat he wouldn't be laughing then.

"I am an excellent swimmer."

Which wasn't an actual lie, I knew how to swim pretty good.

"Oh really?" he challenged me.

That asshole.