Spy Mage System-Chapter 275 - Airport

275 Airport

“Alright, setting up the timer, and wall-ah!” Brie said once she set the phone down, and activated the timer. “Let’s get to bed, I’m tired.”

“Same, too,” I said, as I hopped onto the bed.

I covered myself with the sheets as Brie joined me. “Ahh, today was—was a mess,” she said, shaking her head as she looked up at the ceiling.

“We got chased from morning till night,” I said, looking at her. “It was definitely a mess.”

“Mhm,” she chuckled. “You can say that again.” She shifted over to the side facing towards me, her eyes blending into the dark. “This is kind of fun.”

“This is terrifying,” I quickly rejected. “This is completely terrifying. Like, I hate this.”

“You need to be immune to stuff like this,” she said, laying her crossed fingers on her chest. “Once you learn to like it, you’re never afraid,” she said.

“Is that what you live by? Love what you’re afraid of?” I asked.

She paused for a moment, moving her jaw around before she nodded silently. “Yeah, and it works,” she said, turning over to the other side.

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“Oh…” I muttered. “I mean, if it works for you, then go right ahead I guess.”

“And I will.”

It was silent for a moment, as I blinked before I turned my head towards her. “Don’t you ever miss your normal life sometimes?” I asked. “You just wish you were back from school, getting ready to unload and just lay down and relax?”

She was silent for a while. She didn’t answer my question, in which I didn’t say anything else.

But then she answered. “Maybe.”

‘Maybe’, such an interesting answer, it almost intrigues me. In case you can’t tell, I’m being sarcastic.

“Maybe, what does that even mean?” I asked, my eyes narrowed in confusion as if she was going to see them anyways.

“Maybe, it’s quite self-explanatory. You know what ‘maybe’ means right?” she asked. I shook my head with a ‘duh’ like tone. “Yeah, of course.”

“Then you should clearly know what I’m trying to say,” she said, in which she shifted into a more fitting position. I slowly nodded.

“Good night,” I said. She still didn’t respond.

***

I could feel my body violently shaking as if I was a maraca. What is going on? I tried to open amidst all the seizure-like movement, seeing the sky was barely breaking light.

I could hear a muffled voice behind me, which was quite loud already. But it climbed even more in volume as my ears began to clear up.

“Wake up!” she shouted. “We gotta go!”

That’s when my eyes widened, remembering what was happening today. We were going to California today.

I jumped from my bed and quickly brushed myself off. “Come on, we need to go now!” she said, in which I glanced at her and nodded. “The briefcases are the trunk, right?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Alright, let’s go,” she said. We rushed out of the building, and towards the car. Quickly, Brie reached inside her pocket for the key, in which she unlocked the vehicle.

We entered inside, where she took no time in starting up the car. The car roared into life, as she slammed the door shut.

“You ready?” she asked, smiling with excitement.

“You bet I am,” I said, as she reversed, spurting out a cloud of smoke. She turned and led the car onto the main road, to the right towards the airport.

“When does our flight leave?”

“Four hours, but it’s best that we get there now so it’ll be three hours by then,” she said. “It takes an hour to get there, but traffic might decide to pile up.”

I sighed, gritting my teeth in suspense. She sped through the streets, going a good ten miles over the speed limit.

“The police are going to find us and destroy us,” I said to her, in which she scoffed. “Not if I can help it.”

“You can’t!” I hissed, but she ignored me and continued to zoom through the streets. Soon enough, we were blasting onto the highway, revving through until we reached the exit heading towards the airport.

Little signs of airplanes were drawn on a bunch of signs and billboards. We were definitely close.

“This could be all over soon,” she said.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” I said, wincing.

Soon enough, she drove under the roof of one of the terminals, as she exited the car and ran inside of the building.

“Come on, come on!” she shouted, as we squeezed in through the elevator. Brie looked ahead, and saw a few lines structured next to one another.

“You stay here and watch for anything,” she said, nodding in which I confirmed with another nod. She jogged towards one of the shorter lines I assume, as I looked around to see if anything suspicious was coming towards us.

Then, that’s when I saw it.

A big black van with the word “police” on it suddenly parked right in front of the terminal, as officers poured out the vehicle.

That in itself was suspicious.

I glanced behind me to see if Brie was almost done. She was second to last.

“Okay,” I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath as I kept an eye on those officers. They brought out their guns, as if the public wasn’t going to react to that.

But then, one man came out of the vehicle and revealed himself. “Luthor Bane,” I said, my eyes shot open. He personally came himself just to get us, meaning things were going to take a very bad turn.

I quickly ran towards Brie, who was now the customer to be checked out.

“Hey, we gotta go!” I said, as I looked at the employee in front of us. “We don’t have any luggage, we’ll just be on our way.”

Brie bobbed her head back in confusion, but I led her away from that section. “The TSA is here!” I whispered violently in her ear.

“Oh, shoot!” she said, realizing the words coming out of my mouth. Quickly, I got onto the elevator, as the agents poured into the floor, searching around for us.

We lifted up towards the second floor, as an agent shot a look at me, but didn’t recognize me whatsoever. That was pretty close.

“Alright, what’s our gate?” Brie muttered to herself as we sped through the floor, seeing each gate pass by us but unfortunately not revealing to us our right, and exact gate. “We’re gate F5 correct?” I asked Brie again, and she nodded. ƒ𝘳ee𝒘𝚎𝐛𝘯𝐨ν𝑒l. 𝒄o𝘮

I looked behind me, and two agents were on the same floor as us. They were walking quite fast, looking left and right. They were searching for us, no doubt about it.

“Alright, this is F8, we passed three of them,” she said, clenching her teeth. She turned around, seeing the agent’s incoming presence.

“Quick,” she said, dashing her head towards me. When I wasn’t looking at her, she grabbed a hold of my shoulder and drove me behind a corner.

We watched as the agents passed by us, in which my heart slowed down a bit from a taste of relief. “Let’s go,” she said, as we made our way back to F5.

Once we reached it, we could see the seats slowly being occupied by travelers.

“We need to sit away from their sight,” I said. I saw three seats that were facing towards the white desk that was in front of me. “Quickly, let’s go,” she said.

We rushed over to those three seats, and quickly settled down, keeping ourselves invisible to any more agents coming up this floor.

I glanced by the left of me, seeing two more join the “second-floor search.” But I quickly dashed my head forward, hoping that I didn’t bring attention to me.

“You good?” Brie asked. I nodded, and glanced to the left again.

“There’s four agents up here on this floor, I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time before they find us,” I said, taking a very deep breath.

“Well this flight better get moving,” she said, checking her watch. “Unless we’re going to be dead before we even can get on the plane.”

I sighed, as two more agents appeared on the second floor once again. There were now six—six agents looking for two people. How does that work?

But these two agents were much different I tell you. Instead of walking the path of their peers, they changed their navigation towards us, heading towards Gate F5.

That was bad—super bad.

“Oh boy, they’re coming,” I said, my lips twitching as I said so. Brie looked back, but quickly faced forward again, and her eyes were widened with fear.

“Okay, this can go very well, or very wrong,” she said, and I had no choice but to agree with her.

The two agents’ footsteps were constantly getting louder, as if they were soon to approach us, mainly because they were.

But then, they stopped all of a sudden. I could hear them sitting down on the two seats right in the corner of us.

One of their elbows peered behind the chair and slumped on the armrest. Just seeing that elbow sparked panic inside of me.