Once we ate dinner, we talked about the kidnapping and interrogation. I looked over at Viola, who was already rummaging around her cabinets for the book we needed.
"Mel, I'm sure it's here. Just hang on."
"Well, okay."
"Aha! Here it is!" she handed me a leather-bound book about spies and secret agents. "This should help for some clues." She informed.
"It says here that we may encounter them, and they would ask questions, but eventually, they will wipe it from our memory." I said.
Then a sound of an opening window shattered our conversation.
"Ey, Lady. I forgot to tell you to avoid telling this to anyone." A hooded guy entered the room. What the..?
"Mel, is he the one who kidnapped you?" Viola shrilled.
"I still don't know. But whoever likes to enter our window without permission is nuts, and it's like breaking in, so... I could call the police, or throw this guy out of the window." I said loudly, so he can hear.
"I would gladly choose the second option, Mel." Viola whispered.
"I'm not here to let myself to get thrown off the window, Lady. I'm here to make you a deal. A simple one, really." He muttered.
"What deal?"
"I need to talk to you in private."
I looked at Viola. Whatever deal this is, it's confidential. And this is my chance to learn what is really going on. I know, don't trust strangers. I'll throw him out of the window if he tries to kill me. Oh, and I forgot. I will choke him in calling me a nerd.
"Vi, go get some snacks first. I'll be fine." I told her.
She nodded and ran outside the room, carrying her tray and narrowing his eyes at the mysterious person. You know what, I'll choke him first. I quickly grabbed his neck and started to choke. He coughed.
"W-wa-it! I-'m not here t-o k-ill yo-u!" he choked.
"Then, explain to me, or I'll tighten my grip."
"Okay! H-ow would I ex-plain i-f you-re choking m-e!"
He has a point. I let go as fast as I started it. He coughed even more.
"Okay. You want an explanation? Here. I'm a training secret agent at the A.T.1. I'm looking for a spy in A.T.1 from The Poison. It'll increase my rank to be an official member. But first, I came here to make you a simple deal-"
"How would I know you're telling the truth? How could I trust you after kidnapping and interrogating me? Actually, I don't believe what you just said. I don't even know what your name is. How would that clarify what just happened?" I butted in.
"You could lie detector me."
"Seriously?"
"We don't have a choice."
"Ugh. Fine."
+*+*+
"As for the name you're asking, well, don't tell this to anyone, even your friend. Cause if The Poison hunts them, they'll know everything they shouldn't know."
"Huh? Okay."
"My name is Jonathan Viles, or Agent 104." He said and removed his hood. He was my age, I suppose, and inches taller than me, has black colored hair, and blue eyes.
"Okay. I get it. But what deal do you want to make, anyway?"
"If you help me look for the spy, I'll convince the Commander to make you a training agent, like me. Deal?"
I love the offer, ha!
"Deal."
We shook our hands. A knock echoed through the room. VI!
"It's Vi." I murmured.
He placed his hood back on, while I reluctantly opened the door.
"Mel? What happened?"
"Oh. It's fine. We just had a little talk. He's going."
I signaled at him to get going. He nodded and went out of the window.
"What did you guys talk about?" she asked.
"Uh...he's just apologizing for kidnapping me and all." I lied.
"Huh. Oki!" she said cheerfully.
I can't believe she just believed that! Or, she eavesdropped. Whatever the reason is, I'm now having a bad feeling around her.
Something is wrong. Everywhere, I got a bad feeling. Never had that before. Like my senses had come alive. Where could this came from?
+*+*+
I still don't know what's happening, but then I stopped at the front of an alley. To be exact, a dirty stinky, smoky alley. I know, like somebody's going to grab me and kill me from behind. No. I have a good feeling. Like, what the?
Something is weird. By the trash bin, like a teeny tiny hole for rats. Mice sized. I have a feeling to reach down in there. I felt some kind of button. Of course, I pressed it. A password keyboard appeared out of nowhere. What?!
"Password." The machine beeped.
Gosh, I don't know. Would some guns just kill me? I got the feeling again. I reached on the back of my mind and.....1AMA$3(R3TAG3NT....what?????
I just typed it. Like, what kind of password is that? Too obvious. A hole opened and voila...I'm gone.
Then a scanner opened up.
"Melee Quart! It's Jonathan's buddy!" somebody said.
"Ey! It's her!"
"She looks fit to be one of us."
"Whatever."
Oh dear. Mel, where did you bring yourself?
A.T.1.....