Spy Mage System

196 A Talk with Agent Nelson

September acknowledged in agreement, but her face was filled with concern and worry as she took a deep breath before saying: “We should look for him.”

“He’s got to be around here somewhere,” Nikki agreed as she shook her head and began walking away from the apartment, towards the street, as she glanced back at Tisiah and me. “We can’t let Dr. Fletcher die for nothing.” I sighed, “He probably already escaped from the apartment building, and he’s probably going to try to go after the others.”

“Well, we need to get back to the FBI base quickly,” Nikki said, looking at us worriedly, “We need to tell them what happened here.”

“I think they already know what happened here,” I muttered in confusion, as I watched her begin walking away from me, with a serious expression on her face and eyes filled with worry. She began to pace around quickly, before she abruptly stopped and took a good look at me.

“Has someone told Agent Nelson yet?” she asked, looking over at me as she rubbed her forehead with her hand and began walking again.

“About what?” I asked as I watched her walk away again.

“About what happened here,” she said back in a quick tone. “We need to get there quick!”

***

“I’m sorry, what?!” Agent Nelson screeched loudly once September told her the story, while she was seated in her office with the other FBI agents around her and the news on the TV screen. We were back in the FBI base, inside of Agent Nelson’s office. Her eyes were filled with worry as she looked at September in shock. “He’s definitely going for the others,” she said, rubbing her chin, “I don’t know how he managed to get away.”

.....

“He probably escaped from the building before we could get there,” Nikki said as she sat down next to me, “We need to get to the others fast.”

“We do, call Agent Max would you Nikki,” she ordered faintly, as she held her phone out. Nikki nodded, as she picked up her cell phone and called Agent Max.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered almost immediately, “Yes, we’ll be right there.”

“Where is he?” Agent Nelson asked, once Nikki closed her phone. “In his dorm,” she responded back to her, as she rubbed her chin again.

“We need to move fast,” she said, “We have a lot of people working on this case right now.” She sighed as she looked over at me, and then she got up and checked her watch-which in a matter of seconds, Agent Max showed up inside of her bright room. “Who’s the next person on the list?” Agent Nelson asked him promptly.

“Uh, from what I can see,” Agent Max said as he put on his glasses. “A scientist by the name of Bob Whitehead.”

“Bob Whitehead?!” Agent Nelson asked in shock, “You mean Dr. Fletcher’s assistant?!”

“I believe so,” Agent Max replied, “According to our information.”

“I want you to find where he is, and quickly,” she said as she looked at him. “I want an address.” Agent Max nodded in a quick fashion, and he left the room. Agent Nelson sighed with a deep breath, before leaning back in her seat with her eyes focused on me. “Malachi’s alright?” she asked suddenly, as she noticed my eyes widen from her statement.

“Um...yeah,” I responded with a nervous smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said as she sat back down in her seat with a smile on her face, “I knew he would be.”

“He’s a strong guy, very brave,” I said with a smile, and she followed after me, before turning around and facing me.

“You’ve known him for a while?” she asked as she crossed her legs on her desk. As I nodded in agreement, I smiled at her and looked into her eyes. I shrugged and gave a little chuckle before she crossed her hands. “I know you seem quite a bit scared of me, since I did sort of work with Rocke when searching for you, I still wonder who killed that body inside that bed,” she said with a little sigh, “You have nothing to fear from me.”

“Well...I...don’t know,” I began. “I was just really worried about you.”

“Oh really?!” she said back with a sarcastic laugh. “Totally true, definitely.” There was a distinct sarcastic tone in her voice as she spoke. I could only laugh with her at that point, but then I glanced around her office and saw the other agents were laughing with us. “So you were just worried about me?”

“Yeah,” I responded as I smiled.

“That’s nice,” she said in a sarcastic tone once more, before she leaned forward and looked me in the eyes, “Do you know what they’re going to do if we find him?”

“What do you mean?” I asked back with curiosity.

“What are we going to do with him?” she asked. “We’re going to arrest him and bring him in for questioning.”

“Arrest him?” I asked, as I shook my head from side to side. “Why would we arrest him?”

“We’re going to interrogate him for information,” she replied with a smile. “Who are we talking about?” I asked in confusion, as she leaned in forward, her voice lowering down into a serious tone once more.

“Who do you think?” she asked back with an even deeper frown on her face.

“Dr. Whitehead!” I exclaimed in realization, feeling a bit embarrassed by my slow encounter. Agent Nelson chuckled at my sudden realization before she gave a nod in understanding. “I guess that means he’ll be taken to some other location for questioning?” I asked her, as I looked around the room again. She nodded once more, then she leaned back in her seat.

But then I heard footsteps rushing towards the office once again, and we all turned around. “Agent Max,” she said, seeing his heart pounding. “I found an address, but he’s actually moving.”

“What do you mean? Like he’s inside a car?” September asked and Max nodded. “And there are other cars that are behind him. I think it’s Dr. Mord.” Surprise and shock folded into our faces, before Agent Nelson grabbed her phone and dialed a number, as she spoke quickly. “I need backup now.” She looked back at me and then at Tisiah and Nikki, as her eyes glazed over into worry.

“I want you guys to get there and find them. I don’t want Dr. Whitehead in this man’s grasp.”

“Yes, ma’am!” I said, as we booked it out of her office.

“Dr. Mord is working though!” Tisiah said and I nodded exceptionally with him, as we walked down the halls of the FBI base at lightning speed.

“He must have Dr. Fletcher’s old research on that virus,” September replied with a serious face as well. “We need to hurry up quick before we see a dead scientist again.” We quickly made our way to the garage, seeing a variety of cars that we could take. “Which one do you wanna take?” Nikki asked September as she shrugged, and I pointed at a black car in the corner of the parking garage. It was a large vehicle and I thought it was pretty cool.

“Yeah, this one!” I said as I opened the back door and helped her inside.

“Is this a Camaro?” Tisiah asked, looking at the slick colors that bounced off his eyes, as he glanced from the back to the front of the vehicle.

“It’s a Corvette ZR1,” I responded back with a grin, as he got in as well and turned his head from the back to the front. “Well this thing is a beauty!” he said with a wide grin, as we pulled out onto the street and made our way out of the parking garage.

“This thing is awesome!” he exclaimed with a smile.

“You have no idea,” Nikki said with an impressed look on her face as she looked at the vehicle and then out of the windshield at the city around us. September pressed her earphone, before she spoke, “Max, which street are they at?”

“Uh...street in Las Vegas,” he muttered as a bunch of keys were clicked in a matter of two seconds, before the car began accelerating hard as I took a deep breath, and then Tisiah let out a yelp as I turned to him with a big grin.

“I know you guys can handle it,” September said back with an amused face as I looked at her. “What’s the street Max?”

“This street right here: “The Strip,” Max answered back quickly, and we sped up to a hundred miles an hour in mere minutes. The wind was rushing through my hair and I held on tightly to the seat in front of me. September then turned to a quick left, drifting to an open lane, and we accelerated once again as she held on to her seat and grunted in pain. We had gone from zero to sixty in only three seconds or so, as we continued to drive down the highway.

“Any sight on them September?” I asked, as she continued to move through the lanes. The engine roared as she moved, and each turn result in a little screech. “Not yet,” she quickly replied, as she glanced over to the side and watched the other cars on the road pass by us.

“Hold on!” she screamed as she steered her Corvette into the left lane, cutting off another car and forcing them to swerve around us, before she slammed on the gas and cut into another lane.