Alpha Ryland

Chapter 4

The shed I am trapped in is cold and dark. It feels even colder with the company I am with who is currently covering up all the windows with whatever he can find. I'm in the corner of the room, trying to regain my confidence I had lost earlier. I thought that I could help stop this guy from getting away, but I ended up getting myself caught up in a really bad situation.

He is covering the last window, leaving the only source of light in the room alone. There is a skylight from the slanted portion of the roof that allows the moonlight to seep into the dark room. He brushes off the dirt from his clothes and checks his pockets. I stomp up to him and my hands ball into fists. "What did you steal?"

He glares at me and tries to walk away from me. I walk up to him, not letting him get out of my view so I can take a look at what he took from my parent's company. He pushes me away from him and crosses his arms, "Are you assuming that I stole something?"

I roll my eyes, "So you're telling me you were just out for an evening stroll and ended up in a heavily guarded and high security area?" He must think I'm an idiot if he thinks I'm going to believe him. Obviously, he had to of known what my building contains before breaking in. We have many different medical treatments that he could have took, but I have no idea what he ended up stealing.

"If the building was so hard to break into, how did I get in?" He says with a smug face. I raise my hand to slap him but he catches it easily and pushes me back once more. "You could have just stayed behind like the rest of them, but you had to stick your nose in someone else's business. What were you doing in the building, huh?"

I circle around him, trying to figure out what he is hiding inside his pocket but it is too hard to tell. "I was looking for someone. Unlike you, I had clearance to enter."

He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at me, "Newsflash, kiddo. You don't need clearance to get in. Just cunning skills and tricks. Oh, but I bet they don't teach you real-world applications in your fancy schools now, do they?" He is mocking me and my upbringing. It makes me upset that he is treating me like I am less than him when obviously I am way better. If he has to resort to stealing instead of paying for it like any normal person, we wouldn't be in this mess. It's not like he doesn't have money. Nobody in my pack is poor.

"I bet they just teach you simple math and science, something that you'll probably only use a handful of times in rare occasions. My school actually teaches how to survive. How to pick up social clues, how to buy a house, pay taxes, and raise a family. You probably don't know about those at all, do you?" He is absolutely irritating.

I hate being belittled, "They taught you all that but not to steal? Very poor social skill too, might I add. Oh, and how are you to pay for taxes if you cannot pay for what you stole? Raising a family will be hard if you can't even take care of yourself first."

We are at a standoff, neither one of us backing down. He still hasn't answered my first question and it angers me, "What did you steal?" I need to know if it is harmless and available to the public or one of our secret projects. It will create an awful lawsuit if our secrets are open to the world. My company would sue to the ends of the earth to get our secret projects back to us.

He keeps his mouth shut and doesn't answer me. Instead, he goes to one of the windows and peeks out of it. Nobody knows where we are yet, but we are not that far from where they may be. If he decides to stay a longer, we could hopefully be found soon. I just have to keep him distracted. Either that, or he can let me leave him and I can tell everyone his identity.

I walk up to him and purse my lips. I wonder if he has a plan now that he stole something. "So, what's your next move, genius?" He's walking around me to the next window and looks out, making sure it's safe to leave again. I just need to stall him so someone can find us.