Dance Moms Bodyguard (6) The Wrong Family

Chapter 5 : Identities

Morris and the girls secured the flight crew in cuffs, securing them at the back seats, then check each other for injury.

"You do realize that you've just attacked the Homeland Security, right?" Kelly recovered from the chaotic maneuvering.

"It wouldn't be the first." Garrison said, assembling the gun that Chloe dismantled.

"Well you have just ended our future! We're gonna spend the rest of our life behind bars thanks to you!"

"You're gonna spend your life in jail if they got you to Washington!"

"You're wrong! We still have our rights! This country still carries the justice system!"

"Tell that to people in Guantanamo Bay!"

"Just who are you?" Christi asked from her seat. "You bought a spot on the show for your daughter, I can understand that. But you took down a group of mafia, and then you came back with the girls in parachutes down Miami. Now you show up in a military facility and that Homeland Captain called you a foreigner?"

"I'm a retired agent." Garrison put the gun together and slipped it into her waist.

"Insurance or modeling?" Jill asked.

"Neither."

Up in the cockpit, Morris was showing Kendall how to read the instruments.

"Wow! You're flying a plane? Can we do that Vomit Comet again?" Paige popped in her head, her sadness all washed away by adrenaline.

"Morris is showing me how." Kendall said, busy reading the displays. "It's just like driving a car!"

"No it's not!" Paige shook undoubtedly, looking at the mind-bending switches and dials.

"All machines speak the same language, especially when modern instruments are more simplified and assist by software. You should see the inside of an old B-52!" Morris explained. "Once you understand the technicality, the rest are easy. It's the traffic regulations that are pain in the ass!"

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not sure. Garrison gave me a coordinate." Kendall pointed at the display of data. Morris took a reading.

Back in the cabin, the moms were speechless, astonished by the woman they were facing.

"I can't believe it... my daughter has been hanging with a CIA agent." Christi shook her head.

"Retired." Garrison corrected.

"What about Morris?" Kelly asked.

"He is with a different agency." Garrison said. "He has been watching the girls like they were his life."

Christi flashbacked the night Chloe was brought back from her abduction, all white and trembling like a little lamb, but she was soon uplifted, growing stronger every day, and not just her physical, Chloe became more confident and determine, and now she was braver than she could ever hoped for. It all seemed very clear to her now.

"My daughter was trained by a special agent... and all these time I thought I did all that." Christi said downheartedly.

"I'm so sorry, Mom." Chloe took her mother's hand. "I didn't want you to know because I knew you wouldn't let me."

"Why?" Christi turned to her daughter.

"Because back then you were so protective of me." Chloe bit her lips, and then she heard her mother.

"Why wouldn't I want my daughter to be stronger? I just thought you weren't ready!"

"Garrison." Morris came from the cockpit. "We need to talk."

Christi watched Garrison stood, her posture strong and firm, and then to Morris, the man who has been secretly training her daughter, she saw a glimpse of Chloe in their shadow.

Morris brought Garrison to the back, checked to make sure the girls couldn't hear them.

"Why are we going to Cuba?" Morris whispered.

"We need a place to land." Garrison shrugged like it was a dumb question.

"Couldn't you find a spot in the country?"

"Homeland will be watching every airfield. Don't forget who's name it is on this plane."

"And the Cubans won't shoot us down?"

"Who says we're landing in Cuba?"