Prologue: The Girl.
"But Sir..." The man pleaded.
"But nothing!" The other man
replied. A gunshot sliced through the air hitting the man in the chest, cutting
him off him off mid-sentence as he looked at the new bullet hole in his
abdomen. He collapsed on the floor, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.
The shooter pointed to two men in front of
him. “Take him away!” he ordered.
"Take him away!" The other man
ordered, pointing to two other men in front of him. The two men dragged the
body out of the room as their leader scanned the crowd in front of him.
"You!" He shouted, pointing to a
man standing off to his right. He had brown hair, cut short so you could only
just see the curls, and dark brown eyes. He was lean, but not to scrawny. You
could describe his build as the ‘spy build’ and that would describe him pretty
well.
When he noticed his leader was pointing at
him he stood to attention, saluting.
"Yes Sir!" He replied abruptly.
"Come here!" the man ordered. The
boy scurried towards the man, his brown hair falling loosely in front of his
eyes, he brushed it away before standing to attention before his leader.
"Name."
"Evans, Sir"
"Good. You are now my second in
command. You are in charge of finding the girl. No excuses. Find her and bring
her to me. Alive."
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Choose seven other agents, get
supplies and leave at once." The leader informed. The newly appointed
second in command then walked back to join the crowd of other men.
"You are dismissed!" The twenty
or so other agents filed out of the room leaving their leader alone.
"Honey!" a sing-song voice rang
out from behind the man "I'm home!"
"Hey Sylvia." He replied.
"Buzzy," she chided appearing
behind him. She wore a grey business suit and her pale blonde hair was pulled
into a high, neat bun on the top of her head. Her electric blue eyes looked at
her husband with the upmost affection and worry "What's wrong?"
"She got away again.” The man replied.
He looked a lot like his wife, same pale blonde hair, closely cropped, blue
eyes gazing blankly ahead. “It’s the third time this month!"
"Honey, it’ll be fine. We'll find her
this time. I have a hunch." She walked up and laid a reassuring hand on
his shoulder.
"Sylvia." he said turning to his
wife. "You've said that the last eight times we've been looking for this
girl."
"But this time I really feel It."
she coaxed.
"You've said that the past
seven." He sighed. "But I hope your right Syl. This time we need to
get her. She turns sixteen in three days." He sighed again and turned to
leave the room. As he walked out he was muttering under his breath.
"Summer, Summer, Summer. Why do you make this so hard?"
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So that's it. I feel like it's really short but it's all that I can put in there without giving everything away. Please tell me what you think. :) Bye!
