ENTRY TWO
"Have you got it yet?" A harsh whisper echoed through the one. I clicked the ear piece off, scowling. When the buzzing would not cease, I clicked it in once more.
"Almost, I'll meet you and Robert there at seven," My own voice sounded deep, fuzzy in the faulty line. But we would get higher equipment as soon as I got this watch. I straightened my tie and adjusted my hair once more. Hopefully my costume would be believable. Otherwise all would be lost.
I stepped out of the room, hoping the makeup wouldn't smear. It gave me the look of a five o'clock shadow, and my hair tucked up made it look short, almost bald. The bowler hat hopefully wouldn't fall off, with all the night's activity. Time to put on a show.
I walked down the dark corridor, taking a left, and another, until I came to the platform. The factory below was abandoned, except for the spotlight on him. I had to catch my breath to keep myself from sighing. He was slouching forward in the seat, his tied hands keeping him from falling. Dark brunette hair shaded his face, his gorgeous face, the one I knew too well. His black attire was practically blending in with the surrounding shadows, making him look like the bad guy. Too bad that I was the double agent, not him. He would have been a great one.
I stepped delicately down the stairs, my footsteps too soft. Surely a man would have been louder. Be convincing! I reminded myself, and stomped over to him. When he didn't look up, I decided to begin.
"Hello Rueben," I announced, my voice thankfully sounding deeper with the voice changer. He looked up at me, his blue eyes searching my own brown. Suddenly, I felt humble, my motive threatening to crumble. But no, I mustn't, this was for the greater good of him, I, and all.
"Hello. You must be Robert," Rueben replied, as if it was a casual meeting. How I wish it was. He would say hello to Reyna, and we would talk over coffee, about our jobs, lives, and ourselves.
"You know why you are here, so let's make this short and sweet. Where is the watch?" I force a snarl into my voice, but an evil smile remains on my face. He refuses to frown, or show any sign of displeasure. This makes my job that much easier.
"I don't have it,"
"I know you do,"
"I don't,"
I scowl at him, flexing my balled fists. I smirk once more, before raising my voice.
"Frank! Joey!" I call, stepping back from him. Why, I warned you. I'm so sorry! My heart begs me not to do this, but my mind knows what's best. The two henchmen come from behind him, and take hold of his chair.
A brief display of fear flash across this beautiful blues, but they disappear at a moment's notice. "Hey fellas, where we going?" he asks, a playful note in his voice. The two drag him into the shadows, and I know what they plan to do.
I turn away, blocking out the sounds of his pain. The buzz returns to my ear, but I refuse to answer the Mastermind. I close my eyes, clenching my fists. And I wait, every second bringing more pain.
"Boss!" I hear about ten minutes later. I turn, and see Joey scurry out of the dark room. He is a big man, with pure strength, just like Frank. He opens his hand to reveal the brass pocket watch, telling me how it fell out of his pocket. I take it gently, and check the time on my own digital wristwatch. I have an hour and a half until I have to meet the true Robert, with the Mastermind. That gives me twenty minutes. The screech of a chair assaults my eardrums, as I take the sugar cubes out of my pocket.
Unfortunately, I look up too fast, and my bowler hat falls off. My long brown hair showers around my shoulders, and I meet Rueben's gaze. He has a black eye, and his lip is swollen, but he looks like an undead movie star. He stares at me, denial and shock in his voice.
"Reyna? Is that you?" he asks, and suddenly I feel sick. Because it is me, his sidekick, his crush, his best friend. The one he told all his secrets to, the one who has been his partner on the force for years before. The one who he gave his first revolver, which suddenly was cold in my pocket.
"No, this wasn't supposed to happen," I say, before shutting off my voice modifier. I happen to click on my earpiece, and get screams from the Mastermind, telling me to hurry up. I shut that off too, my hands shaking.
"You? You're a part of them? How could you betray me like that? How dare you?" Rueben's voice begins to rise, his eyes reflecting his anger. My heart begins to break, and I can feel tears in my eyes.
"No, Rueben, you don't get it," I say, taking out the revolver. I set it on the table, with the sugar cubes and the pocket watch. Then I walk over to him, beckoning the henchmen to go away.
"Don't touch me you, you, slime bag! Get away from me! Go!" He shouts at me, and I wipe my eyes. I can feel everything crumbling around me, his Caribbean blue eyes like lasers shattering my world. No, no! This wasn't supposed to happen!
"Please, don't," I can't help but cry, "I had to, can't you see that? This is bigger than me, bigger than you, bigger than us. I'm so sorry," My vision is blurred from the tears that have welled up, and I brush back my hair. The long pink scar across my jawbone and under my ear is the only way I can explain it. But he isn't listening.
"I thought you were more than this, I wanted to be more than what we were. I guess I was foolish to trust you. How could I? How could you? This is all your fault! We could have - no. There is no longer a we, and there will never be again!" His voice is like an avenging angel, every word destroying what we have ever had. I open my mouth to say something, but then I hear a car.
"Shut up and do what I tell you," I growl, before springing into action. I duck behind his chair, untying his hands. I untie his feet as well, before beckoning him to follow.
"How can I trust you?" he snarls, his eyes still filled with rage.
"You're going to have to trust the one person you ever loved if you want to live," I snap, leading him towards a room. He is reluctant, but he has sense. "Stay I here, I have to deal with the boss. Don't come out until you hear the car go,"
His blue eyes are unreadable, boring into me, all knowing. I know he loved me once, but it is to late now. Maybe he will find someone else who won't steal his sugar cubes. Maybe he won't. "What about you?" he whispers, and I hear a crack in his voice. He was a spy, we spies never crack. He does care,
"I'll be fine," I say, but I can hear the lie in my voice. He can hear it too. Before he can reply, I step out of the dark room, closing it behind me. And then, I go to confront him.
My steps are quick, and I arrive in the factory room just before he enters. He is dressed in dark wear, shades covering his face. "Reyna! Where are they?" His voice is a gruff as it was on the line, and he studies me.
"You have failed me, haven't you?" He adds, flicking his hand towards me, a signal. Two burly men lumber forward, coming towards me.
"No!" I yelp, turning to the table. I grab the three items, showing them to him before they can kill me. He observes the items, before taking them from me.
"Good, now you can kill her," He says, and I know my wits can't get me out of this one. I've been in countless situations that I could die in, but I knew there was no way out of this one. I could see more people filing in through all exits, like ants. And they were coming for me.
I stifled a scream, backing to the wall. Help me, good lord, help me! I don't believe in any religion, but I had to believe someone could change my fate. So I silently prayed to whoever was listening, closing my eyes to await my death. I silently begged for it to be fast, but I knew they would make it long and painful.
It was then that I blacked out from a brutal head wound. I'd rather not share the details, for you too would have nightmares. But I remember the sound of the siren clipping my ears like a gun.
When I woke up, the world was at high speed. Above me was a white ceiling, and I heard beeping noises. I blinked the dizziness out of my eyes, trying to get a grip. I was in a hospital bed, and I couldn't help but notice countless injuries.
I couldn't move, but I didn't want to, for I knew it would send waves of pain to flood my broken body. I looked to the side table, three items sitting there. Three items I had gone through so much trouble, so much pain for. A bag of sugar cubes. A brass pocket watch. And an age-old revolver.
I managed to see the window of the room, which was empty besides me. A few chairs lined the hallway as nurses and doctors passed by. In the first one, a man, about my age, sat, his head in his hands. He had long, brown hair, that pooled around his hands. He was slouched forward, a bandage wrapped around his thigh. It was Rueben, my Rueben, worried about me.
A nurse opened the door of my room, checking my injuries and stuff. It took about ten minutes, and the whole time I was mute. She then slipped out, tapping on his shoulder. She beckoned to my room, and he looked at the window. My heart skipped a beat.
For a second, his blue eyes locked with mine, before he shot up. He had forgiven me, I was sure. He practically ran in, closing the door, and sitting in the chair beside my bed. I was sure he had been sitting there, holding my hand while I slept, waiting for me.
For a while, we whispered, his eyes full of longing to hug or kiss me. But I was so broken, he could only hold my hand, as I explained the treacherous things that had happened.
Every bit of blackmail, every threat to him, every scar I had taken from them. Some of this he knew, from what the detectives had found after the scene. He explained to me about his call to the police, the old team breaking in to the factory. But not before I had been beaten senseless, before his eyes.
Now at this point, I was almost crying. I couldn't actually though, because my eyes were swollen and black. The nurse came in to tell us he had five minutes, and he looked at me with new desperation. "Why did they need that stuff anyway?"
"Oh, they were planning to trade it away for some valuable things. They know someone who has a friend, who's cousin knows nothing about value. So they were going to trick him, because he's an old timer who likes collecting guns, uses pocket watches, and acts like a horse!"
