My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 30

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My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 30

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“So tell me why I’m doing this again?” I asked facing Demitri and Skylar. They looked at me, as they assembled some weird gadgets together. I watched them as pulled wires after wires before they attached a weird looking pin thing on my bag.

“Because you made a commitment to Ian earlier this week, remember?” Demitri said, pausing in his movements as Skylar continued to work, whipping out his laptop.


“Yes, but why do I have to have all this crap with me?” I asked motioning to the high-tech camera in my bag, the microphone on my phone case, a listening device in my ear, and a bunch of other unmentionables attached throughout my body.

“So we can monitor and record everything you see,” Demitri said matter of factly.
I rolled my eyes at them. “Of course I know that! I meant, is everything necessary? I mean wouldn’t the microphone and listening device be enough? Do we really need all of this?” I asked gesturing to all the stupid little devices they put on me in the last half an hour.
“Yes.” Demitri grounded his teeth together. “We need to be prepared for anything Lily. Especially since the killer is openly threatening you now.”

“Please don’t remind me.” Ever since the killer sent me that last message, Demitri thought it would be best if he kept my phone. Luckily for me, they got me a new phone from the agency. Apparently Skylar programed some chip and installed it into the back of my phone so whenever someone sends me a text message, it would automatically forward the message to my new phone. The brilliant thing is, it will only forward messages with numbers, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the killer sending me messages anymore. “I rather not think about that anymore.”

“Trust me, we don’t either.” Demitri gave me a grimace look. “Now please take this, and keep it with you and out of sight at all times.”
I glanced at the rectangular device disguised as a keychain. “What is it?”
“It’s a taser.”
“A taser?” My eyes rounded. “Seriously?”
Demitri shrugged at my shock tone. “Just in case Ian gets dangerous.”
“Um, didn’t you say Hunter was most likely the suspect after the whole hallway incident?”
“No.” He shook his head jabbing his finger at Skylar. “That was Skylar.” At the mention of his name he looked up slightly before going back to his laptop-which probably contains the key element to spying on me today.
“Right.” I nodded briefly. “I’ll definitely make sure to keep it safe.” I dropped the device in my coat pocket, padding it with tips of my fingertips.
“Good.” Demitri smiled. “Now, on you go.” He motioned his hands at the door.
I rolled my eyes at his impatience before unbuckling my seatbelt. Sliding out of the front seat, I shut the door before Demitri yelled my name. Turning around, I leaned against the open-window. “Yeah?”
“Don’t knock on his door until we’re completely out of sight,” he instructed as he leaned his body forward towards me.
“But his house is on the other side of the road down the freaking street!” My voice raised a bit. “I’m pretty sure you’re already out of sight.”
He pulled his lips into a thin line, fighting back the irritation itching to surface. “Just wait five minutes when you get to his house, Lily.”
“Fine,” I grumbled under my breath. “Bossy much,” I bit under my tongue.
“I heard that.” He rolled his eyes at my childish behavior.
“You were suppose to!” I lashed back, whipping around before he could say anything more. I smiled in triumph when he didn’t say anything back, before I headed down the street to Ian’s house.
Hearing the sounds of a car’s engine roaring to life, I cranked my neck to see Demitri doing an illegal U-turn, before zooming down the street.
“The things you get away with when you’re a FBI agent . . .” I mumbled under my breath, before I heard a loud ear-pitching sound causing me to shriek in horror, shutting my eyes in pain. Reaching up, I ripped the earpiece out of my ear before it could cause anymore damage to my eardrum. “F-----g hell!”
“Careful Lily.” I heard Demitri’s light chuckle in the background.


“Ugh!” I whispered some incoherent curse words, before shoving the stupid device back in my ear. Knowing him, he’ll probably give me a long lecture about tempering and safety and crap if he finds out I took the device out of my ear.
Stomping my way up the curved driveway to Ian’s house, I took a calming breath, relaxing my anger directed towards Demitri before knocking on his door. Glancing around his house, I couldn’t help but admire the brick-styled home. Each individual brick was painted a new color, ranging from white to orange to black. Looking closely at each brick, I could see the different painted strokes, almost matching the brushstrokes of vincent Willem’s.
“Ah, Avery?” a nervous voice sounded, causing me to snap back to the now-open door. Ian held the door an inch from his body, blocking the view from the inside of his house.
“Hey Ian.” I waved. “Ready to hang out?”
His sapphire colored eyes widened, pulling at his grey sweatshirt. “Ah . . . was that today?”
The smile dropped from my face. “Didn’t you say you wanted to hang out this weekend?”
“Um . . . yeah-” His voice drifted off towards the end, before he nodded enthusiastically. “-Yeah I did!” He laughed nervously, as he shifted his eyes back to his house. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him, before he glanced back at me. I faked a smile, earning a smile back from him. “My place isn’t really the best place to hang out at, at the moment,” he explained, shifting his foot. “My grandparents aren’t too welcoming to strangers.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, plus my sister, she-”
“-She’s right here!” She giggled, pushing the door out of the way, letting me catch a glimpse of their living room before she closed the door fully. From the looks of it nothing was out of the ordinary. “Hi!” She smiled, glancing at me. “You must be Avery! I’m Ashleigh,” she said pronouncing her name extremely slowly. “It’s not spelled with a Y. It’s like Ash, and Leigh together, but not the L-e-e, Leigh but the other Leigh, Leigh, if you get what I’m saying.”



“Um . . . yes, I think I do.” I smiled kindly at her even though I already knew name. The last time I saw her she was clutching onto her brother’s back when her boyfriend-well ex-boyfriend-supposedly punched her. “It’s nice to meet you Ashleigh.”
“You too!” she exclaimed, her blonde locks bouncing up and down. “And, hey.” Her hand closed over my shoulder. “Since you’re here anyways, why don’t you come to the mall with us? It’ll be lots of fun!”
I looked over at Ian, looking a lot less nervous than he did two minutes ago. “Sure, sounds fun.” I rolled my shoulders. “Are you guys going shopping or something?”
“Well I am, Ian’s just tagging along.” She pointed at her brother. “He promised he’ll hold my bags for me, and pay for whatever outfit I wanted.”
I raised my brow at him. “That’s awfully nice of you, Ian.”
He blushed, rubbing at his neck. “I kind of owe her.”


“Yeah, like huge!” she yelled, motioning her hands to show how huge it really is. “He practically stormed into my high school and be-” Her sentence was cut short when Ian covered her mouth with his hands, pulling her face to his chest.
He laughed uncomfortably, patting his sister’s hair. “So, about that mall!” He switched the topic. “Let’s hurry before they close down!” He wrapped his arms around his sister’s waist, before pulling her along with him. His hands were still covering her mouth as she clawed and chewed on his hand, demanding to be let free.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the sibling’s bickering, tagging along with them. I made sure to keep some distance between us, watching Ashleigh kick and scream and yell at her brother, demanding to be let go.

“Alright, in you go!” he exclaimed, before he picked her up like she weighed nothing, and strapped her in the backseat. Slamming the door shut, he opened the passenger’s side seat for me, before giving me a charming a smile.
“Thanks Ian.” I smiled back at him, before hopping inside.


“No problem!” he said, closing the car door.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I cranked my near around to see Ashleigh’s face right next to mine. “I’m not exactly sure what it is, but he’s a lot more happier when you’re around,” Ashleigh mumbled quietly next to my ear, before her eyes shifted to her brother when she heard the door opening. “Thanks for that.”
Hearing a flop, I saw her back contact with the leather seat in the rearview mirror.
“Okay! On to the mall!” Ian smiled cheerfully, before pushing the keys into the ignition.
“To the mall!” Ashleigh shouted from the backseat, equally as excited-maybe even more so.


I smiled, chuckling under my breath seeing these two together. If you ask me, they were exactly alike, in looks and personality.

***

After going from store to store, pulling and shoving Ian around, Ashleigh brought a light blue cardigan with a crochet top and jeans to match. She happily swung the bag around in her hands, whistling some cheery tone.

“Alright brother of mine, let’s get something to eat,” Ashleigh announced all of a sudden. “I’m extremely hungry.”
“Um, what exactly do you want?” he asked, walking on the other side of me.
“Sushi!” she declared without a second thought.


He nodded. “We can go to-”
“-Oh my gosh!” a voice squeaked out from behind. We paused in our steps before seeing Annemarie and Asher behind us, holding a bag of popcorn. Seeing the size of it, I knew they’d just made their way from the movie theater downstairs. “I didn’t expect to see you guys at the mall together!” She looked between the three of us, stopping at Ian’s sister. “Um, who are you?”


“I’m Ashleigh, not with the ‘Y’ but with the L-e-i-g-h after Ash,” she explained, before pointing at Ian. “I’m his little sister.”
Annemarie looked at her questionably. “Really? I’d never seen you around, and you don’t look that much younger from us . . .”
She laughed. “I’m not. I’m only a grade below my brother. I go to Woodway’s Prep sister’s school.”
Her mouth formed an oval shape, nodding when understanding dawned on her. “That makes sense! Nice to meet you then. I’m Annemarie and this is Asher.” She pointed to him, standing closely behind her. I giggled quietly when I noticed him checking out Ian in the corner of his eyes.
“Nice to meet more of my brother’s friends,” she said smiling politely at them. “We were just going to get some sushi, want to join us?”
Annemarie glanced at Asher, silently asking him if it’s okay before he shrugged his shoulders. “Sure.” She nodded, looking back at us. “Sushi would be awesome.”
Ashleigh’s smile immediately widened. “Great. It’s Ian’s treat!”

His eyes widened suddenly, raising his hand to protest before I cut in.
“I’ll pay for it, if that’s okay with you Ian?”
He let out a breath of relief. “Yeah, that’s fin-”
“-Ian!” Ashleigh shouted slapping him on the shoulder. Asher gasped at this, seeing Ian’s face twisting up in agony. “How could you let Avery pay for your meal?!”
He rubbed at his shoulder, mouthing ‘ouch.’ “But she offered!”
“That doesn’t mean s--t! She’s a girl!”
“And I’m a guy! Big deal!”
She gasped, covering her mouth in shock. “You did not just say that.”
“What?” He blinked, looking puzzled. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Did you say something wrong?” she asked, raising her voice. “What did you say right?! I can’t-”
“-Guys,” I cut in, pulling them apart. Stepping in between them, I wrapped my arms around them. “I don’t mind paying for everyone. I have enough money with me to do so.”
“But-” Ashleigh started, but I interrupted her again. “Do you want sushi?”
“Of course I want sushi.”
“Then it shouldn’t matter who pays for what, right?” I asked, glancing at her. “Just that you get your food?”
She sighed, but nodded her head in defeat. “I guess you’re right.”
“So sushi?” Annemarie laughed awkwardly standing next to Asher who was again staring at Ian. That boy was completely infatuated with Ian. But then again, who wouldn’t be? Ian was a cutie.
“Sushi,” Ashleigh agreed tugging at Ian’s arm, pulling him along, while the three of us followed behind the pair of siblings.
As we headed downstairs to the food courts we grabbed a booth at the open tables, before Ashleigh decided she’ll order for us. After telling her what we wanted, I gave her my debit card before she rushed up towards the Asian Jump place, greeting the girl behind the counter happily. As Asher and Annemarie sat across from us, Ian sat next to me, leaving an open space to his left for his sister. We sat there quietly, talking amongst ourselves before Annemarie made a face.
“What?” I asked, tilting my head to the right in confusion.


“It’s that again.” She pointed behind me. I turned around to see the news on, before seeing the wanted sign for the serial killer. My eyes widened seeing it on the news again. “I’ve been seeing it everywhere. You’d think with all the clues the police would’ve solved it by now.”


My eyebrows scrunched down in bewilderment. “What do you mean?”
“Avery. Just think about it.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice a bit. “All the victims have something in common.”
I nodded. “Yeah their names all started with the letter A, and they were born on the same date, at the same time they were killed.”
“No, not just that,” she dismissed. “Didn’t you notice from the way their parents described their kids, that all of the victims played a sport? Had blonde hair and blue eyes? Plus the fact that they weren’t the girly-ish type of girls?”
“Um . . . no.” I shook my head. “How did you know that?”
“My dad’s a forensic scientist.” She shrugged. “You learn a few things over the years.”
“Wait! Does that mean the killer has the hots for these types of girls?” Ian pipped in. “What kind of sick monster is this crazy wacko?!”
“Who knows.” Annemarie shrugged, leaning back against her seat. “But I do know that the police is looking in the wrong place.”
“Wrong place?” I piped in, curiously.
She nodded. “Remember when they announced that the next killing would be in Pennsylvania? Well they’re totally wrong.”
“What? Aren’t they going strictly downwards in a pattern?”
She scoffed. “No. All the victims went to a public high school, just fifteen minutes away from a big Prep school. And from what I know, Pennsylvania doesn’t have a Prep school. ”

My eyes widened at this news. “S--t, you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right!” Annemarie shouted. “I even freaking went to the station and told the police that! But they did they listen to me? No!” she shrieked in anger. “They told me to leave it to the professionals.”
“Wow!” Ian said, his blue eyes wide with amazement. “You should totally join the FBI or something! You’ll seriously be amazing at it.”
“Y-yeah Anne. Y-you’ll do great,” Asher said nervously, glancing down at his fingers, as he avoided Ian’s gaze at all cost.
She smiled at the compliments. “Thanks guys. Sadly I don’t have the upper body strength needed to even past their ridiculous fitness test.”
“I’m sure if you train enough-”
Blocking Ian’s voice out, I stared at the TV behind Asher and Annemarie, watching the news. Perhaps we’d been looking at this case completely wrong then. If what Annemarie said was true, there’s definitely something more to this. Something very sinister.
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