The lights of the whole world began to go dark. The sun, falling slowly down under the waves, watched me as I glided through space. Just me and the air. I've always loved dreaming about flight, and I've always hated to be disturbed out of them.
"Hey, get up, we're here," Agent J seemed annoyed, like he always was. Among other things he's never learned how to do, being courteous and smiling are two of them. The plane rocked as he got out of his seat.
"Does it matter? You're going first any way." Third thing he's never learned to do: listen.
The flight attendant smiled sweetly as she passed our seats, and finding J not there, she knew it was time to put the plan into action. She gave me my first clue.
J did this a lot, incorporating my surroundings into my mission-thingies, the people, the land map, he acts like I need to remember all of them like they were the back of my hand. And of course, any attempts of telling him off would just end with me talking to myself.
I nodded to the flight attendant, indicating that I understood. Time for another crazy clue: There's only two things in Rome: Churches, and literature. Ha, sometimes he does get things wrong, I was sure that Rome didn't have that much literature. Again, of course, I was wrong.
It would have been very tedious to go through all the security gates and ID checks if I didn't have the ultimate identification: a CIA badge. Of course, we were CIA, but heck, we could totally act like we were and even the highest investigators won't know the difference.
Within 20 minutes, I was out of the airport and in a cab, heading to my first stop, Fontana di Trevi. I figured, with all those stories about the Fountain, it'd be the first place of literature. Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong, but I won't know just standing there and trying to think.
The sun was really going down now, and half way to my destination, the whole city was black, with an abundant of luminescent street lights, emitting an golden and sultry glow. It was a little harder to see than if the sun was up, but it wouldn't have been a problem.
As if to answer her reassurance, a thud came to from the back wheel of the car, and it started to race out of control with the driver screaming a variety of different Italian curses. The vehicle did a full 360 degree turn, and I was able to get a glimpse of the source of the rock, and I realized that it was no rock at all, but something sharp that would've flattened the tire. Men on motorcycles, ones who wanted to talk to me, ones I was supposed to run away from, waved playfully at me as if it was all a joke, and I pulled up my finger, a gesture no well raised girl should do.
There was a grunt from the front seat, and I turned to see the driver slumped over the wheel. Blood was evident on both his head and the half opened window, and I realized that he had cracked his head against it. Could he have been any more useless. I turned back to see the men getting off their bikes and strolling towards the car. With a jolt of adrenaline, I climbed over the seat and pushed the driver to shot-gun and reeled myself into the driver's seat. Okay, fifteen and driving, I could totally do this! Hey, I've done it before!
The men realized what I was doing and started to run, but it was too late. My foot made contact to the pedal and the car sped down the road. It's funny how people would all part of an out of control car like it was Moses and the Red Sea.
I had no idea where I was going, but just away from those guys would have been good for now. See? Where's J when you need him?
In the darkness of the night, I fell into a main stream of cars and then pulled over to the side. Though the driver could've been dead by now, I slipped a twenty into his pocket and said thank you. The night air stung my lungs, but I knew I had to get out of that car. They would've put in a tracking device, I was sure of that. Fog escaped my lips every time I took a breath, but I was still glad to be out in Rome on a beautiful night.
Soon I found myself confronting a building I've never seen before, and something in my mind yelled Taj Mahal. But I wasn't stupid enough to fall for that, I've been to the Taj Mahal, in India. This was like the White House and the Ottawa Parliament Building smashed into one. It was beautiful, but I knew I couldn't stay, this place was dark and cold, and I need a light warm area with lots of people if I wanted to make it alive until morning, so I kept walking.
Through my evening stroll, I found my mind going back to my old life once more, a life before all this none sense. Of course, there's no one left but my mother to talk about that life with, and even she was frightened to remember. It would've been the end of the month once we got back to America, which meant it'll be time she'll visit, and maybe even bring pictures of my new baby brother, and I would hope he would never find out about this life I lead, or else he'll never have salvation.
I sighed deeply and shook my head clean of those thoughts just in time to have the small tingling feeling you get when you feel like you're being followed. I looked around, nothing, but still, I felt at unease. Just then, a small European style motor bike presented itself, unlocked, at the side of the street. I felt like I won the Jackpot. Running over, I kicked the bike into life, straddled the seat with my legs, and raced into the night.
As I made my way through Rome, I kept my eyes open to see a fit place to stay. I'm so used to shacking up at any random place that I would've been too overwhelmed to even step foot into a hotel. Then again, it would have been pretty nice for a change. Soon, my bike, or rather someone's bike, was parked outside of a book store. There was something about me and stores, I thought as I walked in. Just as I did so, I noticed the sign on the door: Aprile Madness: Aperto tutta la notte. Open all night, eh, perfect.
There was many people in the store, though there was plenty of space for everyone. The store was big, with four floor and a big hole in the middle of the building so you could see all the floors on any floor. I'll just duck into the corner and take a little nap, I thought, but it wouldn't have been that easy.
Next part will be out some time next week. Most of this is from my dreams, but some I added, like the men on motorcycles. I find I have very similar dreams, so they're very easy to put together. Hope you enjoy!
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