Take To The Grave (complete)

Chapter 2 The mission

I splashed my face with water in the bathroom. I looked a state. My face was red and blotchy and my hair was a mess. I re-tied my hair up then put a small amount of foundation on to cover my blotchiness. I knew Ty wouldn't care but it was for my benefit. I can't believe that Ty still loved me. He was the one who started seeing Imogen first. He made the first move. Oh God. I then felt the prickle of pain shooting through my shoulder. I reached into the bathroom cupboard for my painkillers. I wasn't really supposed to take medication after my addiction but what with my spontaneous recovery and the frequent and rather distressing pain I felt in my shoulder I was suddenly allowed to take medication. I swallowed two pills with a sip of water from the tap. I walked back down stairs and tried to put the previous conversation and my pain out of my mind. I found Ty in the living room on his computer. When he noticed I'd walked in he turned the screen around.
"Do you know these people?" He asked.
The man and the women on the screen looked older than I remembered and the woman skin colour was darker than his white skin. She had lost a lot of weight and he was a lot more muscular. Their leather jackets showed me that they now had a lot of cash.
"Yeah. That's Maddie and Jonas Albergo. They're ex-CIA. He's part Italian hence the name Albergo. I worked with them when I was a rookie." I said, "Is that who I have to track?" I moved into the room and perched on the arm of the chair.
Ty shook his head. "No." He changed the picture. "This is who you're tracking."
I gasped. The boy in the picture. Blonde hair, green eyes, pointed chin. He even had a similar chain necklace to his father.
"Is that Lyle?" I asked, "Is that my son?"
"Yes."
"No! I won't do it. I won't track my own son!" I cried. I walked to the window and started playing with my necklace. My back towards Ty. My head full of thoughts.
"Look honestly I don't think MI6 is really interested in him. I think they are interested in you." Ty said. I looked at him.
"Me?" I questioned, "What do they want with me and why do I have you track my son if they want me?"
"I think they are testing you to see if you can still do the job because there is nothing more difficult than a mother tracking their child. I..."
"But why?" I shouted, "There are god knows how many agents doing god knows what in god knows where. Why do they want me?"
"You are special." Ty said calmly, "You are the best."
It was true that I have quite a few missions under my belt but that doesn't make me the best.
"That's not true. Kyle was..." I swallowed, "Ty you were and still are way better than me."
"At killing the guy yes but you are the best tracker there is. No one has even come close. Hell you blend in so well. God I even remember being on missions with you and not being able to see you and we were on comms."
I smiled. I was flattered. For a spy there is no higher complement that not being seen. We were taught to kill. Not be killed. That's why it was such I high complement because in order to do that we must observe and not be seen. You had to catch the guy before you kill him. In order to catch him you had to know where he goes.
"Thanks but I still will not do it." I said plainly, "I will not reveal the location of my son just so they can train him up too. No. I know what it's like not getting a say. I will not work my hardest just so they can use him against me. I may not have worked for them for long but in the eighteen months I did I brought down a considerable amount of people so you would think that they could leave my son out of this..."
"Look I know how you feel," Ty said sympathetically, "If I was told to track someone in my family I wouldn't want to do it but I give you my word I will make sure he doesn't end up in the system."
"You promise? You know what my promises mean." I warned
"I promise." He then added, "On Kyle's grave."
I knew he meant every word he said. I went to kiss him on the cheek but he turned at the last minute and I caught his lips. He didn't pull away as I expected him to. Instead it felt like he was returning it. His lips were softer than I remembered or could imagine. He rested his hands on my waist. It felt so wrong and so false. Why couldn't I stop? I was getting into it when I realised why it felt so wrong. He was married and had a kid. I pulled away from him. He didn't try to pull me back. He didn't try to kiss me again. Instead he stood there looking partly confused and partly guilty.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"So am I," I whispered back, "It's just that I thought of Imogen and your child and I just couldn't do it. I know that..."
"I'm sorry. It's just it kind of felt like old times." He said. My blood boiled at the memories.
"Old time huh?" I spat, "How the hell can you say you still love me when you made the first move? Please do explain that one!"
"Laura I..."
"In fact no. Save it! If you really loved me that much you wouldn't have left me on a frigging roof top." I hissed, "Why did you leave me? We never got to talk about it."
He remained silent.
"How about the fact that I have lost everything and now you're projecting some feelings of remorse and guilt onto me? Don't you think that I have enough guilt without adding your shit onto it too!" I yelled.
He stared at me. "What the hell happened to you? I'm your god damn friend." With that he got up and left, slamming the door on his way out. I sank into the chair with my head in my hands.