Get Your Spy On

Get Your Spy On Chapter 25

I take a step forward. “Take the wig off.”

She looks around, and then she rips the wig off, her hair spilling out. Blonde hair that I’m used to. “Happy?”

“I’m leaving, Sandy, I’m leaving for good. I have to get out of here. I wanted to say good-bye, to the real Sandy, not the ditsy one.”

She frowns. “Leaving, why?”

“I have to. I can’t tell you why, but I have to.”

A gun shot goes off behind me, and Sandy points her gun to shoot the person. A spy. I turn back around from the spy and look at Sandy. “Was that man with you your father?”

Sandy puts her arm that’s holding the gun back down. “Yeah. I guess I’ll be living with him.”

I nod. We both exchange a long look. This isn’t how I wanted it to go. I wanted it to be dramatic or something, but instead she looks neutral on the matter. The Sandy you knew wasn’t really Sandy. Sandy is a secret agent, this is her.

“Don’t kill the Alpha, for my sake. Eric is going to take care of him.”

She doesn’t say anything. I turn around, and start walking. “Hey, wait! Sloane!”

I stop, and then turn around. She puts her wig back on. “You’re still my sister.”

I’ll never see her again. I feel detached, as if I’ve been living with a stranger. I wanted to know the real Sandy, and if she told me she was a secret agent, I wouldn’t have cared. “I have a question for you.”

“Just one?” Sandy asks, laughing.

I smile. “Okay, did you really take the medicine my dad gave you? The one that makes you forget things?”

Sandy shakes her head. “Nope, and neither did mom. By the way, that smoothie you made me was delicious.”

She winks at me, and then turns around and runs off. Wait a second. Mom never took it? Then why did she act-? That’s just it, she acted. I turn on my heels, and storm off. Ben isn’t where I left him, so he either got someone to help him, or they killed him. I run home, and soon the sun is coming up. Oh great.

I walk through the door, and see nobody is up. I’m too wired to go back to bed, so I go into my mom’s room, and wake her up. I know there are cameras in here, so we’re going to have to talk somewhere else.

“What’s wrong Sloane?” Mom asks, squinting at me, trying to wake up.

“Meet me outside, please.”

I walk out of the room, and then out of the house. I walk until I’m out of the driveway. I sit down on the curb, and wait for her. She comes out a few minutes later, wearing a bathrobe. She sits down on the curb next to me, yawning. “Tell me, why are you waking me up at this hour?”