Chapter 24

                                    

                                          
Erica was steaming at the wheel of the car. Green day was blasting, and Mike and Zoe were worriedly discussing in the back.
                          
"Do you think she's on her... y'know?" Zoe cuffed the back of Mike's head for that idea.
                          
"Don't be stupid!" She scolded him before lowering her voice a few octaves. "I'm pretty sure she is." 
                          
"I can hear you, you know." Erica replied, and Mike froze. 
                          
"Yeah.... Uh, we knew that. Hey, uh, where are we going anyway?"
                          
"To the Capitol building to find some information."
                          
33 minutes later, the three spies were snooping through the archives in the basement of the capitol building (I have no freaking clue if this is actual true, and my dad, who used to work with the Clinton administration, will not tell me.) Erica was the image of the model spy. She did a back tuck roll. Mike shuffled around some papers while Zoe hacked into the computer.
                          
She clicked the enter key a few times after entering a series of numbers, letters and figures. Zoe cursed. 
                          
"Erica," She hissed. "It's not working. I'll take guard duty, you crack the code." 
                          
Erica sighed and rolled her eyes, but she complied. 
                          
"It's simple," She explained. "You have to reset the computer by shutting it off, placing the flash-drive in, and then turning it back on again. The passcode will only work that way.."
                          
Erica did exactly as she had explained. Sure enough, the computer made a noise. A white loading screen came up, and the computer made a loud start up noise. Erica quickly hit the computer, and drummed at the keys, humming to herself. She looked completely in her element, acting right at home. A slam echoed in the world as the screen loaded. A mans voice spoke out.
                          
"Every is in order, Jefferson?"
                          
"Yes, sir."
                          
"These idiots won't even see what's coming. We kidnapped their best agent. Now they're helpless." He chuckled darkly, and the footsteps approached. Mike and Zoe hid behind a shelf, camouflaging themselves into the dark, drafty walls, but Erica was typing quick, attempting to get all of the information on Ben.
                          
"C'mon!" She muttered, lightly hitting the computer and looking back to where the footsteps were echoing with a desperate look on her face. 
                          
"Hey!" Someone yelled. "What are you doing here?"