“Wake up sunshine!” Yelled Mr. Green, slapping me and spitting water on my face.
I opened my eyes and looked around, they were standing around me, the Chief of FBI and CIA, looking, judging me.
“You good?” Mr. Green asked. A hint of worry was in his voice.
All I could do was nod, I took the cup that Mr. Green handed me and took a sip. I felt better, maybe it’s not as bad as it all seemed to me in the first place, it was all in my head, the demons talking, the fact that I was afraid. I got up and with the help from Amanda and Mr. Green walked to the conference room, where the meeting was held, the lights were off and the projector was on showing my face and Andreys’ face, and the location, he was back in Russia, it all made sense now why he has contacted me and told me that we will soon meet. The pieces of the puzzle seemed to come together, and the reason Green wanted me to make my way into the police department, why those people were here, it all dawned on me, Andrey decided to take the game to a whole different level now, the show must go on, and each of us play a part in it, but this time I’m not the bad guy, I need to rescue not only myself but his as well from drowning. This whole game just got harder than I’ve planned I didn’t want to be the pawn in chess, but this chess piece can change when it reaches the end off the board of the opponent, this is going to be hard game but we need to win it if we want to survive, and it seems that he was telling me the truth when he said that he was framed, they found a boy to mess with but they didn’t know that their plan would not work out.
“We’re meeting here because we have found Andrey, he’s in Russia.” the CIA agent said, looking at me hungrily.
“Also it came to our attention that Darya had been talking to him and knew his whereabouts but didn’t say anything to the investigators, so the investigation couldn’t go on.” He continued.
I looked at him giving him the most dumbfounded face that I could have given at the moment, I was happy that they couldn’t find him for three years and he was still free, he wasn’t in prison or even worse killed. On one hand I was happy on the other anxious. I looked at him and he started blushing and looked away. I stared right through him, and I was glad that I could lie to them so well, even though they say they know how to read body language. I was faster and more sly than them. I won this race for a moment and gave some time to my beloved to finish the things that he had to do.