They took her father. A terrorist group known but also hidden. She wants revenge and her father back. Filled with faith, courage, love, and strength this story is an adventure like no other. This broken group of teens will put up a real fight to get what they lost back and without even knowing it, making a new family along the way.


10. Chapter 9

We were sitting on an old wooden bench, just outside of a small restaurant. I was hunched over, my head resting in my hands. Calvin was nervously fidgeting the hotdog we bought him a few hours ago, clearly he wasn't hungry. Jason on the other hand was pacing. Back and forth he walked in front of us clearly thinking up some great idea to get us to Florida, he came up with nothing. 

"It's not possible!" he muttered over and over.

"Jason, I think you should sit down and take a couple seconds to calm down, we'll think of something." I said trying to keep my cool. The leather jacket he shoplifted a few hours ago was hanging loosely from him as he hunched over on the bench next to me. He ran a hand through his dark hair.

"I'm going to find a bathroom, be right back." he said suddenly, jumping up from the bench and walking off down the street.

"Okay....that was weird." I said. Calvin turned to me.

"Are you sure we can trust him? I mean we just met him?" he asked.

"You met me a few days before him, do you trust me?" I countered.

"Yes, but he's...." he searched for the right word.

"Mysterious? Dark?" I offered.

"Yeah, I guess" he shrugged.

"Okay, lets go over our options." I said.

"Trains are a no. We know that from last time. Plane, too much security. I'd rather not be stuck in a metal tube thousands of feet in the air with potential murderers aboard. I guess we could get a car? Thats obviously the safest route but, we don't have the money for that." I sighed.

"You mean this money?" A voice said from behind me. I spun around to see Jason jangling a duffel in the air. He opened it up and threw it to me. I caught it, throwing open the bag. Inside was a few small wads of cash, but certainly enough for a small rental car.

"Where the hell did you get this?!" I asked.

"I know a guy." he shrugged. I could see the slight smirk on his face, knowing he had saved the day. 

"What guy?" I asked, more suspicious of him now then ever.

"Doesn't matter, all that matters is we can get a car." he smirked. I rolled my eyes and started walking down the street. A rental place was nearby, we would get a car from there. Calvin hopped up following Jason and I as we kept walking. I stopped on a dime. I felt Jason bump into me from behind.

"I don't have my license with me!" I said turning to face Jason. How could I have been so stupid not to grab my license, when I went back to my house that day! Calvin wouldn't have one he's still too young and doesn't have the money to take the lessons.

"Don't worry, I was smart enough to grab mine when you forced me along on this little adventure." he said, holding up his license in front of my face. I didn't even respond, I just turned and kept walking. I felt him quicken his pace after a few minutes of walking and came up beside me on the sidewalk.

"So whats your story?" he asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." I said.

"Does that mean you don't want to share?" he laughed.

"Not unless you go first and tell me where you got this money." I said raising the money filled duffel. 

"I guess not then." he frowned.

"So where are you hiding those guns?" I asked.

"What guns?" he said innocently.

"The ones I saw you grab from your apartment the other day." I glared. He raised his hands in surrender.

"You caught me." he said. After taking a quick glance at Calvin, he patted his backpack. 

"How many?" I asked.

"Two." he said.

"Isn't one good enough?" 

"Hey, you never know what you need when your on the run." he said, as if he's done this many times before.

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me." he said right before he pulled me into another alley.

"What the-" I started but I went silent as he pulled out a gun with a silencer from his waistband. At first I thought he was gonna shoot me but instead he pushed it into my hands. 

"If you use this on me, I'll haunt you." he smirked. I nodded and tucked it into my waistband behind my shirt. Its not like a really knew how to use one but it felt good to have some kind of weapon on me. Calvin had waited just outside the alley entrance to block any people from seeing us. We silently stepped back out onto the street and kept walking. We didn't say another word until we got to the Rental area.

Jason did all the talking as he rented the car and showed his license to the man at the window. He nodded in thanks and then walked over to us. We followed him deeper into the parking lot until he stopped in front of a Honda HR-V Crossover. It was white with black interior and looked very new. I guess this guy Jason knows really loaded us up with cash. 

"How much money did you spend?!" I asked.

"Don't worry I left $200 for us." he smiled. This guy obviously doesn't know how to be on the run. I would have bought the cheapest car not the most expensive! I sighed and got into the passenger seat, Calvin got in to the back seat, and Jason got in the front.

"Let me know when you want me to drive." I grumbled as we pulled out of the garage. A few hours into the ride Calvin fell asleep. I sat awake staring out the window until my curiosity and boredom got the best of me. I leaned down and grabbed the small leather satchel my father had given me before he was taken. I had to know what was inside, I had to know what was so important about it that the terrorist group would hunt me down just to get it. I flipped open the satchel and peered inside. At first it just looked like it was filled with old papers but then I realized, after shuffling through it, that they weren't just regular papers. They were blueprints. I pulled the first one out and laid it onto the dashboard. Jason looked over but couldn't really read it and focus on the road. I didn't understand what the blueprint was for. To me it just looked like a jumble of words and sketches. I stared at it for what felt like forever but I just couldn't see the big picture. I groaned in frustration and decided to put it away. I rolled it back up and tucked it in the bag.

"I'm guessing you don't want to talk about what that is?" he asked.

"Correct." I said leaning back up against the window.

I'm glad this chapter is longer, give me some feedback!~Destiny_Taylor







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