色伊人亚洲综合网站

“But you got hurt now, I’m pretty sure asking is the best idea,” I said.

He chuckled. “We’re spies, we can’t trust the other side. Espionage is a dangerous thing. We can’t start running to you guys, asking for a savior while you guys kill us one by one.” I sighed and nodded, as he continued speaking. “So we are going to make an alliance with you guys...but we have one condition.”

I raised my eyebrows, as Nikki crossed her arms and said, “And that is?”

“That I speak with your leader, and get an assurance that your team is not going to kill me.” He looked at me seriously before continuing, “That’s all.”

I looked back at him and sighed. This guy seemed so serious about it, but I didn’t want him to die. He seemed like he wanted to work with us, to stop the TSA. But what was the grand plan? What did they want with me and my group?

I looked at Nikki, then at Greyson again, as I looked back at him. He seemed serious about this and didn’t want to die at all. “Listen, I’ll talk to Mr. Drails when I have the chance,” I said.

Greyson nodded and smiled weakly again before he said, “Thank you...thank you so much for this...”

But I was already standing up, walking out the door and away from his room before he could continue talking to me. But I stopped, and turned back, looking at him with a frown on my face.

.....

He was looking up at me with a weak expression on his face as he said, “And if I don’t see you again...I’m sorry.”

I sighed and turned away from him, not feeling very sympathetic as I walked out of the room before going to another one where Tisiah was waiting for me. “Hey you okay?” he asked, looking at me with sincere feelings. I nodded and smiled at him.

But then he went quiet for a few moments and then began speaking, saying, “I think Greyson is really serious about this alliance.”

I looked up at him with confusion. “You heard?”

“Yeah, I was literally outside of this door,” Tisiah chuckled slightly as he said, “He called you his savior or whatever. I’m not sure if that’s true or not.”

I nodded, then I smiled at him and said, “It is true.”

Tisiah chuckled as if it wasn’t true at all, which was a bit offensive.

But nonetheless funny to be honest. I sighed and looked inside the room, seeing Greyson lay on his bed. Such a risky plan he made, but what plan was he talking about? What was the TSA planning? Thoughts ran through my head rapidly. He didn’t want us killing him after this because he had been betrayed by Felix Quesada in order to keep working for the TSA and trying to bring them down. I could understand him, but he could easily be tricking us.

I might as well trust him because of how badly I hurt him. Maybe he would have been tricking us if we had killed him. But what about now? It seemed like he wanted to work with us. Would he really want us to kill him? He pleaded for us not to, but that could be playacting as well.

Then I heard him shout, “Hey!”

I turned around, and I slowly walked in, seeing him turn his head towards me as if he was going to say something important. “Listen okay, if you want to find Petrov. Search for the TSA information broker, Jonathan Mason,” he said. My heart stopped cold. It was as if all of them knew what our list of people we were going to find was! I slowly sat down on the chair next to his bed as Tisiah sat down on his other side.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He isn’t a broker for the TSA, that’s like his side job. He usually finds information on things that the TSA are looking for or not. He’s in Russia right now, probably trying to meet with Petrov,” Greyson winced in pain and said, but then his face changed to a smile as he said, “But I can get you directions.”

I looked at Tisiah and shrugged my shoulders. “Give us an address,” Tisiah said.

Greyson smiled and shook his head, looking at him with determined eyes. “Alright, the address is this street in Russia: 1313 Calico Ave.” He sighed, and winced before he looked at us and said, “I think you will find the address is an apartment building.”

Tisiah and I looked at each other before we smiled and nodded at him, saying in unison, “Thanks.” He chuckled as he looked at us. “It’s all in the sake of revenge,” he said with a chuckle. “All in the sake.” We exited the room, knowing we had to tell the rest and Fulton of what we had found out.

Then I noticed Nikki standing over by a door that led into one of the bedrooms, watching us leave and then I walked over to her with a grin on my face. “Hey, I think we might’ve found the location of where Petrov might be,” I said. Her eyes widened as she looked at me. “Where?” she asked. “What’s the address?”

“1313 Calico Ave in Russia,” I replied as she went quiet and stared at me for a moment.

Then she nodded slowly and said, “That’s good...but what does it mean? What kind of building is it?” Tisiah responded, “An apartment building, or at least somewhere by it, I believe. We need to tell Fulton about this.” Nikki nodded, as she said, “Let’s go then.” We walked back to where Fulton was sitting at the table, staring off into nothingness again. He looked up at us as we came closer to him.

He seemed as if he just woke up from a dream or something, with his eyes red and bulging as if there was a rat dancing under his eyelids. He took a deep breath as he looked up at us in shock as we stopped before him, but he didn’t say anything. I sighed as I began speaking, saying, “Fulton, we know where Petrov might be.”

His eyes widened, as a smile began to stream across his face. “Where?” he asked excitedly as he stood up. Then he pointed at Tisiah and said, “Where is he?”

Tisiah rolled his eyes and said, “Calico Avenue in Russia,” but Fulton didn’t seem to hear him as he said, “We have to get there. Greyson believes that Mason is probably getting ready to talk with Petrov, but I’m not sure why.” Fulton nodded. “I’ll get the FMA to see if they could spy on the location.” He turned back to Nikki and said, “Nikki get in touch with them and find out if they can do it.”

She nodded and said, “Right away!” as she began walking out of the room.

Then Fulton looked back at us and said, “Greyson will be our guide. I want him medicated and patched up so that he could lead us. He could be leading us to a trap.” Fulton got up from the table and headed towards the door, as Nikki left to get in contact with the FMA, and I began following after him as Tisiah did too. But then Fulton turned around and said, “I’m glad Greyson is alive,” he chuckled softly before continuing, “He really helped us this time.”

I chuckled a bit, but still felt a little suspicious of him, thinking that maybe he had betrayed us or something. But he was looking at me with a serious look on his face now. I thought about it for a moment, before nodding and saying, “Okay,” as he began walking away from the door again.

I wasn’t sure what to do next, but Tisiah seemed to take some sort of sign that I was somehow heartbroken or sad about something. He walked over to me as we made our way out of the door and said, “I’m really glad you are alright,” he smiled and touched my arm as he continued saying, “You seemed really hurt before.”

I smiled slightly as I nodded at him and said, “Yeah...I guess.”

“But I don’t think it’s because of how much you hurt Greyson,” Tisiah said. “In fact, I think that’s what caused it. You have some anger built up inside of you. Is it because of something Fulton said perhaps?”