Chapter 3

As the sun fell in waves on my face, I barely noticed the 2 story tall jet in front of me. When I cupped my hand over my eyes, I finally saw the gigantic plane less than 10 feet away. It was huge. Massive, to say the least.

And right in at the nose of the beast was The Boss.

“She's beautiful, isn’t she?”, he asked.

“Umm, yes sir”, I replied.

“She’s my only jet, 21. One scratch and I’ll kill you with your own swords”, warned The Boss.

“Yes sir”, I said. Then I turned back to face the complex one last time. I would come back. I would beat the odds. I would see 64 again. Even if it cost everything, I would come back to this prison that had strangely become my home.

“Good luck, 21”, encouraged The Boss.

“Thank you, sir”, I replied. He nodded then walked back inside the complex.

“Also, 21”, back tracked The Boss ,”You’ll need this”. He took a black rectangle out of his pocket and threw it my way. I caught it with both hands and then turned it over to examine it. It was a phone.

“You can only call the complex and Sam”, explained The Boss ,”Sam is the one helping out with your mission. And the password is 2262”.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir”, I replied.

He nodded, opened the door, and walked back inside. I turned back to the large plane, trying to find an entrance. All of a sudden, a fraction of the jet opened up to reveal steps leading inside.

“Guess that’s my entrance”, I thought. But before I was about to walk into the plane, a man appeared from the inside.

He was wearing a black tank top, a gold chain, and ripped blue jeans. His black hair shown in the sunlight and swooped over his forehead in waves. His brown eyes were soft and kind, although he wore a tough expression, his eyes deflated his harsh demeanor.

“Hello there”, he said kindly, and I could see a hint of a smile on his face ,”You must be 21. I’m Sam, or 39. But just call me Sam”.

“Umm, yes, uhh, hi Sam”, I stuttered. God he was handsome.

“Well, you look a lot younger than I thought you would be”, noted Sam ,”I thought that The Boss was going to send someone a little older”.

“I could say the same thing about you”, I shot back ,”What are you, 18?”

“19”, replied Sam bitterly ,”I suppose you might be 14?”

“Actually I’m 16 and I have killed the house speaker, dozens of senators, 2 house reps, and 2 of the 4 cabinet members”, I snapped ,”Just because I’m young doesn’t mean anything”. All of my thoughts of him being handsome left my brain.

“Well, okay”, said Sam ,”Your a feisty one, aren’t you. You definitely have enough fire to take out the President”.

“Umm, thanks?”, I replied quizzically.

“Well, we should head out now”, Sam said after a minute of silence. I nodded and we headed to the plane. When I stepped inside, I was blown away. There was a ping pong table, a pool table, an air hockey table, a regular table, a basketball net, and a king size bed.

“This is your bedroom”, explained Sam as he stared at my shocked face. When I looked at him, he quickly looked away, his face turning red.

“Well, I’ll leave you to enjoy your room”, said Sam. And with that, he left. I sighed and stared at all of the things in my room. I couldn’t help but wonder what 64 was doing. Just then, I remembered that I had a phone. I could call 64 and make an attempt to work things out with him. And if I was lucky could settle the whole thing about us kissing before I reached London with no awkwardness involved.

I took out my phone and pulled up on the screen. Then I went to the phone icon and clicked the

After a couple of rings, a voice answered.

“Victor’s Meat Packing Company, how may I help you?”, asked an unenthusiastic voice.

“Yeah, hi. I’m 21 and I need to speak to 64”, I replied.

“Oh, 21. Hi!”, said the person happily ,”It’s me, 53! Don’t you remember me?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and groaned. How could I forget 53. He was my most annoying suitor, pestering me for 5 years. I could never forget him. And I don’t mean that in a nice way.

“Oh, hi 53”, I replied with false happiness ,”Can you please put 64 on the phone?”

“If that’s what you want”, he said sadly. Then there was silence. After a few minutes, a new voice came over the phone.

“21?”, asked 64 ,”Is it really you?”

“Yeah, I guess”, I replied.

“Oh thank god”, he exclaimed ,”I really need to talk to you”.

“Okay, shoot”, I responded impatiently.

“Well, you know how I kinda kissed you?”, asked 64.

“Oh, I totally forgot”, I said sarcastically.

“Don’t be sarcastic with me, 21”, warned 64.

“Got it. Continue please”, I said.

“Okay. Well, I guess that you're probably confused. And well, I meant to tell you this sooner, but I really like you”, explained 64.

I bite my lip. Theory confirmed. But I was really hoping he didn’t confirm it.

“Oh…well, that complicates things”, I muttered.

“Yeah, it kinda does”, agreed 64 ,”well, I just wanted to get that off my chest”.

“Yeahhhh, um, got it”, I replied.

“Yeah. Well, call me later”, 64 said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Okay. See you later”, I replied, then hung up. What was wrong with me? Just then, the plane lifted up off of the ground. Oh well, I would figure out my 64 situation in London. I walked back to my bed and jumped onto it. Then I rolled over and fell asleep.