Agent 1 (Book 3)

11. And not even I'm stupid enough to get in the middle of this

Sorry for the wait. This chapters a little longer than most to make up for it. Plus it's in Sam's POV!

Sam's POV

Fire.

Blood.

Gunshots.

Screams.

Despite the flames licking at my body, I'm cold. Freezing.

More screams.

More gunshots.

More blood.

An explosion.

Nothing...

Darkness...

Silence...

I feel something grab hold of my shoulder so I strike back. I feel something soft in my hand and a tightening pain in my wrist. Something like claws scrape out at my fingers and try to pull them away but I only tighten my grip on the soft object in my hands.

It's still dark. Pitch black. Still cold. Still quiet. A dead silence.

Suddenly colors begin to blur through the darkness. My vision begins to come back into focus and to my horror I realize this is no longer a dream. My reflexes kicked in, in my sleep.

I release the death grip on her neck and push myself back across the floor away from her, my back pressing against the edge of the bed I'd clearly tumbled out of.

She leans over on her hands and knees, one hand clutching at her throat as she struggles to draw in a breath. My lips move but I don't hear anything. I grab my hearing aids off the nightstand and put them back into my ears and switch them on. Her coughing fills my ears.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I mutter, repeating the words over and over again barely audible. "I'm so sorry Daggers." I say again, staring down at my lap.

"I'm fine Sam." She says finally. Her voice comes out slightly hoarse and I wince. I hear her sigh.

"Sam." I feel her hand on my shoulder and I look up finally to meet her eyes. "I'm alright, promise."

I shake my head and look back down into my lap. "I could've killed you." I mutter.

I hear her scoff. "Do I look dead to you? And besides that what makes you think you could actually kill me?"

I smile slightly and look back at her as she takes a seat on the floor next to me. Her back against the edge of the bed, and her arm pressed against mine.

"You want to talk about it?" She asks softly.

I shake my head. "No." She nods and it's only now when I look at her that I realize she's still in her clothes from earlier instead of a pair of pajamas.

I tug on the end of her tank top. "What were you doing?" I ask.

"Paperwork mostly." She replies and I glance at the clock hanging above the door.

"At one in the morning?"

She shrugs. "I was actually coming up to bed when I heard you crying out in your sleep."

I look away from her and stare at the navy blue colored walls in front of me. I try to block out the memories and just let them drift back into the depths of my mind but it doesn't help. I feel Thirteen shift her weight away before getting to her feet next to me. I feel her tug lightly at my arm.