I•C•E// r.s.l.❣

0.5

The straitjacket was made of a PCV/leather material and sort of velvety on the inside. It didn't add to comfort, and my arms felt numb at this point. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the small drops of rain make their way down the glass.

Ross was the other side of me, typing into his phone. He would sneak glances at me, or occasionally stare, but whenever I even inhaled, he would look the opposite way. I can relate, I did the same when I found him at St Mary's.

The car came to a stop after a drive into a hidden country road. Soon we passed some gates, into a tunnel.

"This is new" I said.

"F.A.S.T.'s 'rehabilitation centre', for spies who were in long term missions and now need care" Ross explained. "Not that you need care-"

"Answer me, truthfully. Why did you bring me here? You could have seen me, acknowledged I was alive, cool and leave me be? What is the point of bringing me back here - to humiliate me, show me up to my old friends? What was the point?"

He sighed. "I can tell you, but I can't understand it for you"

Before I could get a word in, he left the car, slamming the door. I waited a bit, and he opened the door, where he went to help me, but I ignored his efforts and got myself out of the car.

I followed him and a string of agents to a corridor where the walls were one way mirrors. So this is going to be my future home.

"Such an improvement from London" I said sarcastically.

"Why are you being so difficult?!" He suddenly snapped.

"Just take this off me and leave me alone" I turned my back to him. Surprisingly, he removed the straitjacket from me and I snatched the pile of clothes he had in his hands and walked into the room that was apparently reserved for me.

I locked the door and found one of the corner of the room. I wasn't uncomfortable with 4 positioned cameras in this 'room'. My body was part of my job; not selling it, but using it to lure the grimy pigs I have to face occasionally, to their imminent death.

The clothes Ross had got me were some leggings and a baggy top, both black, along with some Vans slip-ons in the same shade. I put them on, and sat against the wall, already plotting how I was leaving.

They are all in danger. They don't need to know why, they just need to let me go.

Ross Lynch

She thought I was gone when David walked in. They shared a hug that lasted 15 minutes, where they just cried on each other. Her mood lifted when they say together and curved around the fact she was 'dead' for three years, and preferred to reminisce on their good times.

Then Riker went in, and they hugged and talked out the last 3 years. Followed by them, Casey and Sierra went together. Casey went the mile to slap her but completely went back on herself when she pulled Athena into a hug, same with Sierra. They had girl talk, and whatnot.

I was still sat here, however, watching her throw a tennis ball to the walls and catch it. I gave it to her to keep her entertained. Personally, I don't have a clue as to how confining her will make her like me again but, it seems right for now.

Riker reappeared, this time with Rydel and Ellington. Ell was a spy, but Rydel wasn't, she only visited the compound.

"She's pretty" Rydel told me.

"She's beautiful" I found myself saying, and immediately blushing. Riker pressed the button on the wall, that allowed her to hear us in her room and us to hear her.

"Hi Athena!" Riker exclaimed. "How are you?"

"Hi. And I'm good as I can be in here" she said.

"I just want to say, Ross has been sat out here for hours on end and it's freaky"

"I can feel somebody staring at me"

"Yeah, more like 5. The control room can see you too"

She bounced the tennis ball, and then threw it at the mirror, to the point we all flinched. "Awesome. Just awesome"

zayum if only you guys knew the idea I have planned for y'all