Spy Mage System

60 Alleyway Troubles

I slowly followed them through the alleyway, where they stopped for some reason and I watched the black car pull away and turn right onto the street where there were cars moving along slowly. I tried not to be in any of the mirrors, but they were so small that it was impossible to hide from them, so I walked as fast as I could in hopes of staying hidden.

They began to pass the roundabout, and there was a red van waiting for them at the roundabout as they stopped for it to pass by, but suddenly another black car pulled up. Soon about three more joined them and then they turned left into an alleyway with another car waiting for them at the roundabout to pass by them. Soon enough, they began to move to the right of the street, towards a private road leading to the main road of the city, where there was a lot of traffic with cars and pedestrians alike.

I’m positive I’m miles away from Malachi right now and there’s no way he’ll find me out here. I need to call him about it, and tell him about what I’m doing.

I quickly got the radio and clicked to the channel, getting a hold of him immediately as soon as he picked up. “Hey, what happened?” he asked. I took a deep breath. “I see about three to four black cars following a red van to a street. They seem to be stuck, so we might be able to find them.”

I heard him let out a sigh of relief in response. “Okay, which street or whatever are you at?” he asked. “I can’t read the language.”

“Didn’t Mr. Drails say he was gonna give us some invisible glasses to enable us to convert languages?” I asked, and Malachi sighed in frustration once again before he answered. “I don’t know why it’s just that-”

He suddenly stopped as fear and terror overwhelmed me.

“Look at that, just hit the side of your head,” Malachi said.

“Huh?” I asked, but he didn’t reply right away. After a moment, he said, “Just do it.”

.....

I touched it, although it was very peculiar about the whole thing, but then the language was converted into English.

“Well thank goodness,” I said, relieved of the tension that was gripping my entire body. I looked over to the street and read something written in Russian over it, but translated into English it said: Hospital.

“What kind of name of a street is this?” I muttered to myself, as I looked at the building ahead of me that had an ambulance in front of it. “Well maybe that’s what it’s talking about,” I muttered once again as I looked at the entrance of the building where there was a large sign above the entrance that said: “Hospital” written on it.

Just making it more obvious.

“Okay, just get here quick,” I said. “Don’t want to lose em.”

I clicked off the radio and took a deeeeep breath, trying to calm my nerves down before walking up to the vehicles. They were at a red light, behind each other in a single line. I needed to be careful, because these were definitely not normal vehicles; they had their windows tinted so you couldn’t see inside of them at all. Probably had a bunch of wands stored in there too.

Suddenly, the light turned green and the group of cars began to move again, as I followed them slowly, so they wouldn’t notice me and the radio in my pocket began to buzz.

I picked it up and heard Malachi.

“Hey, I’m right behind you.”

I turned around and shrieked, seeing him standing behind me, laughing. I quickly turned off my radio again and looked around me at the cars again before looking back at him and he sighed in exasperation before pointing towards them.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Soon enough, we followed them through the dangerous streets towards the hospital. But as we were doing so, we saw an alleyway and stopped cold.

The vehicles were there. Malachi and I stood by the corner, as we heard the doors opening and closing continously. I took a peek and looked at the men. They were wearing black suits, white shirts and had their hair slicked back and dark sunglasses on their face. They looked scary, very scary actually and we needed to keep our distance from them and just observe what they were doing.

Men piled out of the red van, but then the last one really caught my eye.

He was a man with brown hair, with a well-structured face like those guys at school a bunch of girls fall over.

He was wearing a gray suit, with a pink shirt and a black tie, as if he was at some sort of fancy party.

“Marcello,” Malachi muttered in fear, as if he knew him well or something, but he was just pointing him out in case I couldn’t see him which clearly I could.

He got out of the van, as another man who had a moustache with short brown hair with a solid build.

“It’s that guy in the picture,” I said, pointing at him.

“Yeah,” Malachi whispered back, as we both observed Marcello’s movements closely. They both gave a hug to each other and then began speaking. “Hello, Marcello,” the man greeted in a Russian accent.

“Hello,” Marcello replied in a British accent. I hate the man already. “So, have you come with the Armonk?” he asked. “Rocke seems to be in need of it, so he sent us over here.”

“I’ve been looking for it since the beginning,” Marcello replied. “It has been quite some time now.”

“Yeah, well we haven’t seen Rocke around here, so maybe you can find him before we do,” the man said as they both began walking towards the area where we were at.

“You should give us the Armonk, being that its probably the smartest thing to do right now.”

Marcello just shrugged his shoulders and walked along the alleyway without saying anything as the two men continued walking away from us. The man just smiled and shook his head as if he was disappointed in Marcello’s reaction. Marcello stopped walking as he looked around and then turned around.

“Okay, just slowly move to the other side okay?” Malachi ordered and I nodded.

We creeped towards the other side, as the agents began to look around with their wands ready. “Why should I?” Marcello asked, stopping in his tracks.

“Because you’re not fit for these types of missions,” the man replied angrily in Russian. “You’re a bit too much of a coward for this sort of stuff.”

Marcello sighed and shook his head again before turning around and continuing on his way towards the other end. He looked over his shoulder, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t, he continued on. “How exactly am I a coward?” he asked.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” the man replied. “I just did.”

The two men began talking once again before Marcello suddenly stopped walking again. He looked back towards the two men with a frown on his face and then turned back around towards me and Malachi, but before he could do, he turned back again. “Perhaps, I was a bit too friendly with you on the phone,” he said in a calm voice that seemed as though he wasn’t really bothered about anything that was happening. “And that made you think I would be easier to kill.”

Malachi and I both froze as we saw him pull out a gun and shoot two men in the head with a loud bang. The man chuckled. “What makes you think that scares me. You just killed two men. So what? That doesn’t bother me.”

Marcello shot another man in the head before walking back towards us, shooting a fourth man in the head with an even louder bang than before, making me jump in fright.

“Now do you think this bothers you?” Marcello asked. “There’s only so much men you have.”

The man looked at him with steaming anger. “Give me Armonk!” he shouted angrily in Russian.

“I think not,” Marcello replied calmly as he walked back towards me and Malachi as we were frozen in fear.

“We should leave,” Malachi whispered in my ear, but I shook my head slowly as I heard a car approaching the area we were at.

Preview:

“Go, go!” Malachi shouted as we hid behind a pole. But as we did, I saw four people behind them.

“Why are Tisiah, Nikki, September and Nichelle here?” I asked.

Malachi was frozen in confusion and fear. Tisiah gave a wave at us, and I gave one back unsurely.

The car pulled into the driveway, and it immediately stopped. Two men got out of the car, but they were holding wands ready to use them at any time, as if they were prepared for an attack from someone or something. But then someone came out of the car, and my heart skipped a beat from that.

“Rocke?!” September mouthed in fear, as Rocke got out of the car slowly with his sunglasses on, looking around nervously like he was expecting someone to attack him. Marcello looked at him with some sort of envy, before turning back towards the men that were in front of him and raising his gun slowly to their heads.

“What are you doing young man?” Rocke asked. “What have they done?”

Marcello slowly turned around, still aiming at their heads as they raised their hands slowly into the air in front of them and began to slowly back away from him. Rocke chuckled, “So I was expecting to see the Armonk from you I believe. It seems you’re still a bit slow to understand why you need it.”

“How did you know? How did you know where I was?” Marcello asked angrily as he looked at Rocke.

Rocke laughed in return as he held his arms up in the air as he spoke in Russian, “You have no idea how long we have been searching for the Armonk for, and your little self is simply not worthy of having it to yourself.”

Then he said in English, “Give me the Armonk and let’s all be on our way.”