I hope she didn’t cry because maybe he’d beat her for it. Or other things.
I wouldn’t be there to save her.
If it was three pm the same day—Monday—then it hadn’t happened yet.
If it was still Monday then that meant Giovanni would have been torturing me since last night when he captured me and I probably would have passed out a few times from the torture.
If it was still Monday then it would have been earlier that Jia came by and came through for me. She didn’t talk. She didn’t tell her father who I really was and that I came to steal from him. She knew practically everything about my presence here.Everything.Yet, she held her silence for me, just as she promised she would.
My girl came through for me and showed I could trust her, even when she watched me being tortured for the information and knew the torture meant death.
If it was still Monday then that’s what happened earlier today.
Giovanni came to me several times after, to try and get me to talk.
Asking me the same questions over and over again.
Who did I work for?
Who sent me?
Who did I work for?
Who sent me?
I gave the same answer. I told him a fucking clown sent me. Granted he wasn’t to know that in my rookie days of being a secret agent I thought of Ethan as a clown, because of the bizarre shit he used to ask us to do.
Fuck, I thought he was clowning around when he made Claire captain of our team and not me.
I thought it was a joke until he pointed out that my girl had more balls than me. Turned out he was right. I’d stopped thinking of him as the clown then.
But he’d become the clown again for the purposes of today, if it was still today, because I wasn’t dropping names.
I’d left Wes with two requests on what he should do if I failed in my grand plan to steal the blueprints. I asked him to tell Ethan what happened and then to tell Jia I loved her. That’s what I asked him to do.
Whether or not it was still Monday, he would have known by now that I’d failed. Enough time had passed since Giovanni captured me to alert Wes to my failure.
I was supposed to message him when I got out of the secret chamber.
That never happened.
Wes would have known to take the next steps if he didn’t hear from me.
It was so difficult to know what to do sometimes.
Sometimes when you thought you were doing the right thing. It turned out to be the wrong fucking thing to do.
In my case it always seemed like I was wrong whatever I did.
I thought by getting the prints myself I was going to be one step ahead of everybody. Not just Balthazar and his Spades, but everybody.
I thought it would give me an edge, something to work with and it would protect everyone else who was part of the mission.
Instead, I blew the mission out of the water and here I was.Captured.
Who knew what could be happening now?
Both Giovanni and The Chameleon knew of my presence, and they were so very far from stupid. Giovanni guessed right that I was an agent. He also knew I had to be of the special variety to disturb the nest.
