Chapter 4A Chapter by HollyThis really isn't finished but due to people's complaints (clears throat) and my own laziness at current moment I figured I'd publish it anyway... I'll fix it later.
Sweat radiated off Corey’s palms. He didn’t know if he was happy or not about the answers to the questions, he was undoubtfully going to get. “It’s for the best. Stop being a wus and keep cool.”
His breathing slowed and he observed as her eyes solidified and became thoughtful. She took a breath and began “Okay. Do you have any idea why you are here right now?” She raised her eyebrows, waiting with anticipation for a lucky yes.
“Um… No, not really,” he said after much thought. Why would he know? He had theories, yes, and hundreds at that, but no. No real idea.
She sighed and went on. “Well then… I’ll explain it as short and simple as possible, so don’t take offense to anything I say.” She waited for a moment and closed her eyes. With her eyes closed, she appeared weary and old, much different from the carefree teen he had seen earlier the same day. “Let’s start with your summary, shall we?” she said mockingly, her voice breaking the silence. “CIA agent, Corey Miller, technical specialist and Hacker of the Year, according to Times. You’ve got quite the record. Despite your constant speeding tickets and DUIs, the CIA hired you undercover and now, now my friend, you have all the experience I need you to have.” She paused to look at Corey’s face, and laughed quietly. The dumbfounded Corey sat, handcuffs forgotten with a look of dismay stricken upon his face in a way that it wouldn’t have been surprising if his facial structure never moved again.
Beating the standards, he moved within the next two minutes to exhale. Aurora hadn’t noticed he hadn’t been breathing, but she probably wouldn’t have done anything to help him anyway. In her experience, it was better to let people fight there own battles. After a moment to collect himself, Corey asked the obvious question, “How do you know all that?”
“I’m not an idiot,” said Aurora firmly, with a slight touch of hurt. “Did you really think I simply choose any old bum off the streets? No, no, that isn’t like me at all I’m afraid.” Her smirk widened. Her obvious enjoyment was torture.
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2 Reviews Added on November 7, 2009 Last Updated on November 22, 2009 AuthorHollyHellAboutLet's keep this short, sweet, and to the point. I am fifteen years old and I adore reading, writing, and science. I love to talk about books (espically horror or mystery) and am always up for a discu.. more..Writing
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