Chapter 8

Did you know what he is going to ask of me?" I asked as Jack sat in front of me; the main hall was now deserted.

"I had some ideas," he grinned. This kid should be more careful. If he had not been Jack Morris, he would have died a long time ago.

"Good, now do you know what that means?"

"We can finally stop running," he said, looking so hopeful. This idiot!

"No, it means we are stuck, running from one enemy landing on the lap of another," I said through my teeth, barely able to hold my fury.

"They don't seem so bad."

"Why? Because they fed you pizza and gave you toys?"

"I am not stupid!"

"The way you ended up here, tell me why I should think otherwise."

"I ran away because…" He groaned, running his hand through his hair, rubbing his face, and hitting his forehead on his knees twice. He raised his head to look at me. "Are you seriously just going to leave them be?" He spread his hands, exasperated.

"Who?" This is getting ridiculous. I sat on the table.

"The Russian bastards!