The Agora Files – Part I – Online Edition – Chapter Thirty-Seven

“Did Eve make it?” I ask eagerly.

“Umm. . . Cyrus,” he says slowly, “Eve wasn’t a part of the plan.”

“But, when you–”

“I didn’t say anything about Eve getting out. The location she’s being held in is so secretive it doesn’t even have a name. I’d love more than anything to get her out, but I just don’t have a favor available that’s big enough to do the trick.”

I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t have any thoughts left.

“Are you safe?”

“I think so. Some guy named Bruno is with me.”

“Bruno? Who’s he?”

“No clue. Should probably not let him know about you yet.”

“Yeah, I’d agree.”

“Okay, so, what’s the plan?”

“I’ve got some friends in Virginia who’d be willing to take you in. Think you can get down there?”

“No, what’s your plan for getting Eve out?”

“I already told you, I can’t get her out.”

“I’m not letting her rot in there.”

“Well, to be honest, she’s not really going to have the time to–”

“Shut up. How far to Buffalo?”

“445 miles, but–”

I pull the earpiece out of my ear. Eve’s saved my life more than enough times. In fact, the only reason she’s in that prison in the first place is because she was trying to save me. It’s time I return the favor.

I look back to my pack and check what’s inside. Right on the top of the bag are my shoes. I guess they were considered important enough evidence to group together. Under that are my Taser, the GPS, the salve I was given in Canada, and the Flash action figure. These guys were certainly thorough. Good thing this Bruno guy thought to nab it. The papers, of course, are missing. Not like they matter.

I change into my old shoes and stand up, gently placing my weight on my hurt leg as Bruno reappears.

“How’s the leg feeling?” he asks.

“It’s been better.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. He’s another one of the dark skins. Having him along on my run could cause even more trouble than I already have. Course, it might just help with the whole diversion thing Alvin asked for.

“Thanks for the help,” I say as I try to determine whether I should allow this man to continue with me. “And for my bag.”

“Alvin said you might need it.”

“Alvin?” the shock in my voice is obvious.

“Mr. Alexander?” he says, looking at me in confusion. “The man who freed us.”

“Umm,” I stammer, realizing I can’t correct him without giving away the existence of The Geek. “Yeah, okay.”

“I think I’ve found our way across,” he says. “You good to go?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Where to?”

“Buffalo,” I reply. Before he can respond, I do what I do best, even if my injured leg doesn’t allow me to do it very well.



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