Drake's POV

Why are there so many of them? I thought to myself. Oddly enough they all quickly disappeared, but Ariella was as well.

"Whoa.. Ari? Where did you go?" No answer. "Stop hiding, this isn't funny." Her voice is not heard anywhere.

"Seriously come out! Ari!" Is she trying to pull a joke or something?

"I know your ankle is bruised so you cant run far!" Silence.

"ARIELLA!" My voice echoed into the alley way. Okay... Now I'm concerned. I started running back the way I came, looking down every alley to find her.

Nowhere.

"Ariella!!! Where are you?! Ugh, crap." I grunted loudly running my fingers through my hair. I walked back to the street when I looked down to see a note. I picked it up and saw that it read "Black Cove", written and circled in pure black.

Oh no. Now...? When I'm busy! Aww man. I hope she's okay. I ran my fingers through my hair again in frustration. I couldn't believe they have had found me already.

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Ariella's POV:

When I awoke I felt like I was being dragged on my feet. My hands were tied behind my back, and duct tape sealed my mouth shut. My ankle was still in pain and my vision was still blurry. Three tall shadows hovered over above me as I was placed on a seat.

I glanced up and they appeared in the small light. I soon realized that I was in a van, and it was on the move. To somewhere. The windows are tinted black so I can't see through. It was almost completely crowded. The duct tape was ripped off of my face quickly, I cry out in pain.

"Your name, Ariella Edwards?" The first guy said in a stern voice.

First rule: Don't give information to strangers.

"No." I said in a stern voice. They merely laughed at me.

"Okay, well I know that you know a Mr. Drake Johnson." said the second guy. Drake? What about him?

"Gotcha." He said while chucking, pulling me from my thoughts. I stopped thinking about him and focused on my situation.

"I don't know him." I looked away.

"Really, then where did you get that blazer?" I looked down, remembering that he gave it to me. It had a D symbol on it. I sighed in defeat. God damn it, Drake...

"You are going to help us get him whether you like it or not. Do you realize that we have your backpack right?" I squinted my eyes.

"Oh wow you got a girl's backpack! WOW. That must be a first for you to own something that is of the other gender.. congratulations!" I said sarcastically with my smile. He just rolled his eyes and grabbed my backpack from the front seat. He opened the last compartment and pulled out a file with paperwork. Wait...


"You know, the file about you also says that you are a really good field operative." He read aloud then looked up at me. We were on our way to our third class off the day before lunch.

"I don't really like to brag but yes. Ranked number 1 for making it out completely unharmed on real life mission and hand to hand combat. Against a guy if I might add."

"Wow, impressive! Lets see if I can beat that, then we will see who is the best." He gave me a half smile. I rolled my eyes and laughed sarcastically.

"Yeah right. I am the best in my class."

"Haven't you ever heard of not judging a 'book' by its cover?" He gestured to himself.

"Yes, but, ugh just forget it. I still can't believe you still have that." I grabbed the file and placed it in my bag planning to shred it after school and walked into the classroom, with him shortly behind.

*End of Flashback*

God damn Drake!!! When I get my hands on you...

They grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up to my feet. I tried flailing again but they ended up holding my ankles together so I couldn't move. They moved me into a room in a large underground building and into a room with a large television screen in the center of the wall. On the screen is to what seemed to be their logo. It was a "C" that was circled in Goth font and in black with a white background.

There were many young men around the room and all working on desktops. They seemed very concentrated on something. I was pushed back against the wall by the men carrying me in. They chained my ankles and wrists to the wall and left me there. After the sound of my chains clashing the young men turned in my direction and looked at me in awe. Haven't they seen a girl before? My focus went back to the large monitor buffering. When it cleared up I realized what they were doing. They were calling Drake. A mysterious man appeared in the doorway across the room.

"Ari, Ari, Ari. Haven't you figured it out yet?" That's when I recognized the voice.

"Mr. Watson...?" He just laughed at me.

"Didn't I warn you? This was a very special case, told you not to run through alleys. Blend through the public only. Now you must pay. I cannot afford 10 years of my undercover work to go to waste by mere, children." He came up to me and slapped my face. It didn't really hurt as much as I thought. I looked back at him.

"My mother would have you by the neck at the top of the building if she found out about this, Mr. Watson. If that's even your real name.." I warned him under my breath. He merely laughed at me once more and took few a steps closer to me so that we were face to face.

"Your right. Its not. For a spy in training, you're not that idiotic. Good job. You actually pay attention in class. Truth be told, however, George Watson is just my cover name. It's actually Walter. You will know my last name later. Just not now. Its a story for another day." He calmly walked over to one of his workers and the worker handed Walter a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth and took a lighter out from his pocket and lit it. He then walked back to me and blew a puff of smoke in face. I coughed it away but accidentally breathed some in. Didn't feel good.

"Do you realize, Ms. Edwards, that the principal of your stupid little school is not your actual mother right?" I squinted my eyes. Of course I already knew that.

"Poor Ari, doesn't know where her parents are. Boo-hoo!" he brought his hands to his face and faked cried. "Now, lets get the show on the road. I want to be satisfied! You," He pointed to one of the young men "Get the idiot boy on the monitor, stat!" By idiot boy I knew he meant Drake.

"She is my mother! What do you know or even care!" I yelled at him.

"Don't talk back to me like that!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He walked back over to me and slapped my face with his palm. Harder. I yelled at the contact and fell to the floor. It hurt more than the first slap and this time I knew there was going to be a mark. I began to taste blood.

"I know what happened to my real mom and dad, they are still out there I know it." I said quietly, out of breath, spitting the blood in my mouth in his face.

"Whoa what are you doing?! You said we wouldn't hurt her!" One of his workers yelled while pulling him away from me and aiding my marked cheek on the floor next to me. Watson went to go get a napkin to wipe off the blood from his face. As he cleaned himself, he faced his worker.

"I said that? What I meant was I WAS going to hurt her if she behaves horribly. And so far that's all she has done." He laughed coldly. He then looked down facing me.

"Your parents, Ariella are DEAD. I know that because I put them to death." He chuckled coldly. Tears stung my eyes.

"Maybe in your eyes, but, If you did do your research in the past ten years like you said, you would know that they are professional escape artists, Capable of creating a death scene that did not actually happen in reality? I know they are still out there. Somewhere." I lied. I don't know if they really are. If they are spies, then they should be at least trained to do so. He waved his hand in the air to symbol that my speech is nothing to him. As if nothing came to his heart. He did not believe a word I said and went on with his work. So I continued on.

"They will be back for you and they will KILL YOU WALTER!" I raised my voice at him, yelling at the end. He merely snapped his head around giving me the death stare. If looks could kill..

"Ari, stop it already!" One of Walter's young men ran to me and covered my mouth with his hand. He turned to face Walter. "I'll take care of her boss." He nodded and turned to give instruction to a nearby worker.

"Tell me, are you alright?" He whispered cradling his hand to my cheek and grabbing the hankie out of his shirt pocket to wipe away the remaining blood on my face. A worker of his being nice? That doesn't seem right.. I removed my head from his touch. "Does it hurt?" He asked, scared.

"Why are you here is a better question. You don't seem like someone that would work for him." I jerked my head in Watson's direction. He looked back at us and turned away. "What's going on?" It came out more as a command than a question. He leaned into my ear.

"Don't worry about that now, I'm going to get you out of this. I have a plan. You have to trust me on this though, okay?" He said with a worried look in his eyes. I nodded to respond to the question. It's all I can do and I'm going to need allies to get out of this place. Wherever this place is...

"Good, now here's the plan."

Notes

Since @DANIELLE HORAN asked me to post another chapter tonight I did. :)




I was about to go to sleep early but I decided to see how my story is doing so I saw your comment and I decided why not :)





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