I stepped off of the plain wearily, still slightly shaken from the landing. It was a shaky one because of the bad weather over England. Nothing unexpected, it is the UK.

I followed Mr Hinchcliffe through the tunnel that would lead us to the airport so we could collect our luggage. I couldn't believe that in under a few hours I would be able to see my little brother who I haven't seen in over a year! I couldn't help but be a little excited, even though I knew I was here to check on his safety.

I pulled out my cell phone and text my Dad and Jess, letting them know I arrived safely. I also told Jess that I would call her later...I decided I was going to tell her everything. I knew I could trust her not to judge me.

“Earth to Jas. Helloooo?” I heard Mr Hinchcliffe say from beside me. When I looked up, I noticed he already had our luggage in hand and we were stood in the middle of the airport. Oh. I guess I thought the whole Jess situation through for a lot longer than I thought.

“Sorry, I was thinking some things over. Shall we go pick up our car, then? Thanks for getting my luggage, by the way.”

He chuckled lightly as we fell into step beside each other, heading to the place where we pick up the keys for our hire car.

“It's no problem. Oh, and we're lending a car from a friend of mine so we don't have to mess about trying to find the right car and paying crazy prices.”

“Oh, okay...” I answered, slightly unsure.

“In fact, he's right there. Wait here for me a second while I go pick up the keys and um, speak to him.”

I nodded my head and watched as he headed towards a man in the crowd. The guy he met was dressed in a full black suit with a bluetooth headset in his ear, looking around his surroundings wearily. Okay, he was kind of weird. I looked closer and could see some kind of badge pinned on the pocket of his shirt. He looked really official and important, someone you wouldn't want to mess with.

I saw Mr Hinchcliffe point at the badge with an angry face and the man nod at him, quickly placing the badge inside his pocket. Marc glanced back at me and I swear for a second he looked slightly worried. Was I not meant to see the badge? Too late, Mister! Too bad I wasn't close enough to read it.

Marc took the keys that the man was holding out to him and nodded in thanks, turning back and heading my way. Marc got back to where I was stood and took both of our bags, motioning for me to follow him. I glanced back expecting to see the man still stood there, but he was gone. Weird.

“So...who was that guy?” I asked as we headed to the parking area.

“Just a friend, like I said.” Marc answered, not looking in my direction.

“He looked really important. What was that badge he was wearing?”

And then I saw it, the worry back on his face once again. I wasn't meant to see the badge, hence why the guy removed it.

“Just...his work badge.” Was his reply.

“Okay, cool. I smell bullshit, again. Not going to press it though, you obviously don't trust me.” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. I was seriously pissed off with his games now. I just made a mental note not to tell him anything I found out. If he wasn't going to tell me, I wasn't going to tell him.

I heard him sigh from behind me.

“Jas, it's not like that...” He started to protest but I ignored him, cutting off the rest of his sentence as we stepped outside.

“Oh damn, it's raining. Typical British weather, huh?”

“Yeah...” He agreed, not really paying attention as his mind was still on the conversation from beforehand.

I followed him through the parking lot. He seemed to know where our car would be parked, I guess the guy must have told him or something. When I heard the open of a car door I looked up, expecting to see a typical hire car. You know, like a family estate or something.

It was the exact opposite.

In front of me was a metallic black Audi with silver framing the windows and wing mirrors. Holy shit...this was beautiful! I admired the car in awe as Marc loaded our luggage into the back. After circling it once, I noticed that it was an Audi S8. Swish. I was admiring the front of the car when something on the windscreen caught my eye. I looked closer at the small sticker that was placed next to the tax disk, if I hadn't been looking for something out of the ordinary I probably wouldn't have noticed it.

All it said was:

'CAV Certified.

07567284716'

Okay then, that's weird. Not just the text but next to it was a SWAT badge. It was really small but visible none the less.

“Jas? Quit admiring the beauty and get in, we need to go check into the hotel before we can go to your aunts. We have a four hour drive up to Leeds so we need to get going.”

I nodded my head and climbed into the passenger seat of the car, closing the door and fastening my seatbelt. I wasn't surprised that he knew the exact city to go to, he seemed to know everything. The car was as beautiful inside as it was out.

About half way through the journey I remembered I needed to do something.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened up the internet application, going to google.  I quickly typed in 'CAV Certified' and waited patiently for it to load. While I was waiting I stared out of the window, watching the British countryside roll by. We were going so fast that the scenery was all becoming a blur of greens and browns.

I looked back down at my phone to see that the search results had loaded. Bringing the phone closer to me so I could see it clearer, I gasped at the results. Surely...no. How, why...? No way, Google might be wrong? No, not possible...all of the answers were the same.

This car was a bulletproof, armoured vehicle. Sure, not too bad, right? But the small SWAT symbol means that it's only given to official personnel and the authorities. In other words, you had to be either a spy or a SWAT agent to have one of these cars. If anyone else was seen driving it, it was illegal and they could be imprisoned for theft or impersonating a police officer. Crazy.

“Shit, no way...” I gasped aloud, unable to stop myself.

“What, Jas?” Marc asked, sliding his eyes to look over at me.

“How. The. Hell DID YOU GET A SWAT CAR?!” I shouted, narrowing my eyes at him. Why would he need a bulletproof car? I didn't even want to think about the answer.

This guy is NOT just an English teacher.

“SWAT...what? What are you talking about, Jas?” He asked, clearly trying to play dumb. I could tell by the tone of voice he was using.

“Bulletproof car? CAV Certified? I’m much smarter than you give me credit for. Maybe you could have tried removing the sticker from the front of the car, or telling the guy at the airport to not wear his badge before I saw it. Seriously, I know you're up to something and I don't fucking like it!”

“Jas! Shut up, will you!? Just know that I’m trying to keep you safe, okay? I’m only looking after you. My friend is an ex agent, yeah. That's how he got the car and we have permission from the owner to lend it, so it's totally legal. I thought it was a pretty cool car so I thought I’d borrow this one instead of some crappy hire car.”

I didn't believe his explanation at all. The website that I read, an official PD website, said that the cars were only ever used by acting agents. If the agent left his job or didn't require it any more, it would either be passed on to another agent or scrapped. I hate how he thinks he can just fill me with lies.

“Smarter than you think, Mr Hinchcliffe. Just remember that.” After I spoke, I glanced over at him. He was biting his lip and seemed to be in thought.

The rest of the journey was silent aside from the gentle humming of the engine. I didn’t even attempt to talk to Marc, he looked way too engrossed in his own thoughts. I think I fell asleep for a while but I’m not too sure.

Gradually, landmarks that I recognised started coming into view and we started passing places I remembered from my childhood. It was all quite over whelming, I could feel myself tearing up from only seeing these places. I was in a world of me own.

“Jas, we’re here.”

I turned to my left and, surely enough, we were at the hotel we were staying at. I got out of the car, slamming the door closed behind me. I swiped under my eyes, catching any tears that may have accidentally fallen.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Mr Hinchcliffe asked as we walked into the lobby of the hotel. I was pleased to see that there wasn’t a queue to check in and get our room key, I couldn’t be bothered with anything that was time consuming right now. All I wanted to do was dump my luggage and freshen up as fast as I could so that I could go and surprise my little brother. It was hurting me now, being so close to him but not seeing him. I needed to see Damien.

“Mr. Hinchcliffe, you are in room 306, located on the third floor. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to...call me.”

I didn’t miss the fact that she addressed Marc directly and not me, even though I was also in that room. I can’t believe that something so...mundane could make me so angry. The fact that she told him to call her I felt had a double meaning. Bitch. I could feel my hands clenching when I saw the piece of paper she gave him with her phone number on.

“Sure, thanks...Linda. That’s very kind of you.” Was his reply, plus a dazzling smile. Ugh!

I don’t know what this feeling is but I’ve never experienced before. She’s annoying me and she’s hardly done anything wrong. I gave her the coldest look I could before turning and walking towards the elevator, not waiting for Marc to finish his flirting.

I stepped in the elevator when it arrived and Marc stepped in next to me.

“Why are your fists clenched? You didn’t have to storm away like that, you know. She was only being friendly.”

I quickly unclenched my fists and scoffed.

“Friendly. Right.”

“What? I’m flattered but you don’t have to be jealous, Jas. Calm down, sweetheart.” I could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied.

“What? Jealous?! NO WAY.” I insisted as I walked out of the lift, finally arriving at our floor. That was the longest 30 seconds of my life.

* * * * *

“Right, let’s go. If I have to wait any longer to see Damien, I’ll scream. And I’m serious, I will go mental.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down. We’ll go now, I’ve wait until we come back to unpack my clothes. You’re so impatient.”

“Impatient? Excuse me, IMPATIENT?! I’ve waited over a year to see this little boy. How is that IMPATIENT?! I want to make sure he’s okay! I want to be there as soon as I can so I can protect him from the big bad world, not standing around helplessly in a hotel room while you comb your already perfect hair! That’s not impatient, it’s called caring!”

By the end of my rant I was shouting, frantically swiping the few tears that had fallen from my eyes. What he said made me angry, did he have no sense of loving or caring?

“I’m sorry, Jas. I really am, I didn’t-look, that’s not what I meant.”

“I know, I know.” I sighed as I took the room key from his hand. “Can we just go now, please? I’ve changed, you look great as per, so we’re both ready. Let’s take you to meet my little brother.”

He followed me out of the door, that familiar smirk taking over his beautiful smile. I soon found out why, too.

“I look great as per? Why thank you, sweetheart. That’s an ego boost if any.”

I shook my head lightly. “You don’t need an ego boost, your head is big enough.”

I laughed at my own confidence as we got into the car, peeling out of the parking spot and speeding through the familiar streets. I wasn’t as focussed on my surroundings this time, I was too aware of the fact that I was about to see my little brother!

The suspense was building though, right up until we had parked the car and were stood outside the familiar two storey home.

“Oh my God, please let him be okay.” I prayed quietly, pressing my finger down on the doorbell. Mr Hinchcliffe was stood to my side silently, a welcoming smile plastered on his face for when the door would be opened. It was nothing like the smiles he gave me, his proper ones. It was false and friendly, I didn’t like it at all. It didn’t suit him.

On the way here, I asked Marc what I should tell my Aunt Marie regarding who he is. He said that there wouldn’t be need for introductions. Not very polite, right? But again, that’s more of his suspicious behaviour. It’s really, really annoying me.

I was pulled out of my spaced out state when I heard the door pulling open in front of me, and I dragged my eyes to look at the open door. No-one was stood there.

“Sissy?” I heard a small voice call and I looked down, in the direction the voice came from. There was my adorable little brother, his chocolate brown hair a mess and his blue eye lit up with excitement. He was even cuter than I remembered.

‘Don’t cry, Jas. Don’t cry.’ I repeated to myself in my head, over and over. Just seeing him brought out so many emotions. It was unexplainable.

“Damien, baby!” I exclaimed scooping him up in my arms.

“Sissy! Marie, look who’s here! It’s Jassy! Jassy, Jassy, Jassy!”

“Hey you! I missed you! I hope you’ve missed me!” I exclaimed, tickling his tummy. I realised then that he was still in his Ben 10 pyjamas. It was nearly 5 in the evening, he shouldn’t be in his pyjamas yet.

Then my Aunt Marie rounded the corner into the entrance hall and I felt my stomach dip. My worst fears were pretty much confirmed right there and then.

All I could do was stare and hold onto Damien tighter, ignoring his protests. I heard Mr Hinchcliffe let out a deep breath from beside me and wrap a comforting arm around my shoulder.

The tears down my Aunt’s face and the two FBI agents stood behind her told their own story.

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