Little Agent Gideon

chapter thirty eight

PREVIOUSLY ON LITTLE AGENT
GIDEON

Which one of you is it?"

I looked at Spencer

"What do you mean?"

He yelled in Spencer's face

"WHICH ONE OF YOU IS THE FBI AGENT?!"

I looked at Spencer, he was trembling. I knew what I had to do, Spencer went to speak but I blurted out

"Me. It's me."

Spencer tried to stop me but Cyrus has already chose to believe me.

ALENA'S POV

Cyrus walked over to me, grabbing my arm forcefully and leading me to another room.
I heard Spencer scream but they just muffled his screaming with a cloth. When I was thrown into a small cupboard, he shut the door and punched me in the face. I fell to the floor, there was so much blood. I tried to get up but I had no strength. All my strength I used to try and get out of the ropes. He kept hitting me, kicking me in the gut. I held my hands out to block him but it didn't work. He picked me up by my hair and threw me against a mirror, causing it to smash. I had cuts all over me.
I had a small amount of strength to punch him but he kicked me in the stomach again, I was bent down wheezing. His forceful hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at him.

"Your not going anywhere."

I gasped as he got a pocket knife and he cut into my cheek, slightly. I winced in pain as he threw me against the wall one final time and walked out. I was left on the floor, coughing up blood and wheezing. My vision was blurry and I couldn't hear much. I saw a blurry figure bent over me with a first aid kit.

"Are you ok ma'am?"

I couldn't hear them well. They picked me up and handed me a packet of bandaids along with a damp cloth. after a moment, she ran out and slammed the door. I was alone, cleaning my face up. I looked in the mirror and saw the blood and bruises. There was a window in the room. I was wiping away the blood when I saw a small red dot reflecting on the window pane. It was Morgan, I looked out the window subtly. I tried to radio

"It's Alena, help. when are you planning the raid?" What time?"

He flickered the dot. Three times

"3am?"

I saw the dot go up and down, like a nod. As I heard the door unlock, I whispered

"Off. Turn off."

The light was fine as Cyrus walked in, wiping the blood off his knuckles.

"Here. Now."

I just sat there, with my head down

"I said here. Now."

I looked up, with anger in my eyes

"I'm not a dog, you don't own me."

He walked over, grabbing me by the head and grabbing me to a chapel. There were a lot of people sat down as like a church service. Men,
Women and even children. He passed me to a man that held me, his hand wrapped around my wrist so hard. It felt like I had handcuffs on. As Cyrus started to lead the service, I saw he was handing out cups. Spencer's eyes locked with mine. He had been beaten too, not as bad as me though. I saw the cups and tried to break free from the mans grasp. It was a mass
suicide. I kicked him in the shin and tried to take the cups from the children.