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I have done some crazy things in my twenty years of living. When I was twelve, I ran into the corner store and asked what year it was. One of the employees told me and I screamed, "It worked!" and ran out again acting like a kid with an ice cream. When I was fifteen, I used my new number to send my brother a text that said: "I hid the body," and Oh My God did I freak him out. It was pretty damn funny until he called the cops on me. However, of all the idiotic things I've done in my life, this is by far the worst. And even though I won't admit it out loud, I am scared shitless about what is gonna happen next.

"This is a stupid plan," Mike states for the tenth time.

"Mike, will you just shut up and do what I ask!," I order.

"Hey! I highly recommend that you talk nicely to the guy that has your life in his hands."

I roll my eyes, "Stop being so over dramatic."

"Darling, if I wanted to, I could turn on every damn alarm in that building and you would have the the whole NYPD on your case in half a second."

"But you love me too much to do that," I sing.

I sure hope he is joking and that he truly does love me—at least a little.

"For your own safety, lets just go with that," he says through the earpiece.

Right now I am crouched down behind a dumpster that is right next to one of the exits. I have on a pair of dark blue jeans, high top converse, and a white shirt hidden by my black Hollister jacket.

"Okay Thea, listen carefully. I can't disable all the alarms and cameras at the same time so you have to move when I say you can, got it?"

I nod my head, but then remembered he can't see me. "Got it, roger," I say.

"The exit doors are open, the alarms are disabled, and so are the cameras, but once you get to the elevators stop until I can disable the elevator cameras."

"Roger, over and out."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Of course it is. It's like a rule that you must follow. Haven't you seen the spy movies, Mike? I mean, have you been living under a rock all these years?" I joke.

"You're hopeless."

"Sometimes the hopeless people are the ones with the most potential."

"Just get the goddamned video!"

"Affirmative, over and out."

As I reach the exit door, I slowly press down on the metal bar. The door squeaks as it opens and I cringe at the sound. Slowly I make my way through the lit hallways, ducking behind doors so I won't be seen.

"Okay, I am at the elevators."

"Good, now put your hood over your head. There are two people in the elevator and you can't wait or I won't have control over the security feed anymore."

"Why can't I use the stairs?"

"Do you want to run up six flights of stairs?"

"No," I grumble.

The elevator opens and I step inside with my head hung low. There are two other people in it as Mike said. One is a janitor and the other has a dark suit on and he looks so familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him.

I duck behind them and stay in the corner. As the elevator starts moving I looked more closely at the guy in the suit. He has dark brown hair with a lighter color on the top. He also has piercing hazel eyes that are fixed on the elevator door. His jaw is perfect and his lips are just amazing.

"Thea, stop looking at his lips. It's fucking weird. You also have something on the tip of your mouth—I think it's drool."

Dammit. I raise my hand to wipe away the drool but feel nothing. I hear Mike's laugh in my ear and I literally growl. God how I wish I could smash this damn ear piece against the elevator wall. As I look up, I notice the janitor is giving me a funny look. Then the greatest idea comes to me.

"I must find a suitable host body," I say in a deep, low, voice.

The janitor looks freaked out, and his face fills with horror. I try not to laugh, but it is kinda hard when Mike busts out laughing like a hyena.

Once the elevator opens, I walked out past the horrified janitor and the clueless hot guy.

"Oh my God, save me! The demon is getting me! Please save me, don't take my body!"

The janitor is clutching his chest and having a panic attack, while the hot guy looks at him with confusion. As soon as I turn the corner I bust out laughing.

"That dude is cray cray!" I whisper loudly through my laughs.

"Yeah, you're crazy for attracting attention—now go into your office and get the video before everything comes back on in like ten minutes."

I nod my head and walk over to my office. I use my ID badge and my door flies open. My office is a mess, papers are everywhere and empty coffee cups litter the floor around the trash can. I walk over to my laptop and sign in. Taking out my old phone that I use as a spare, and a USB cord I start uploading the video.

"Thea, you have four minutes, tops! Get out of there!"

"Hold on. I have the video."

I get up to leave, but curiosity gets the best of me. Walking back to the computer I look up Asher Martinez on the company's database. Tons of articles come up, from when he was born to when he took over his father's company. I look deeper to see if there is anything about illegal activity, but I can't find anything. Next, I type in Walker's name, but instead of his familiar cold face appearing, I just get a bunch of celebrities.

"Thea, you have two minutes! Get your ass out of there!"

"Almost done," I mutter.

I type in Asher Martinez and Walker and there are a few headlines that get my attention:.

'Damien Walker and Asher Martinez Companies possible alliance!'

Damien Walker has announced that he is the process of inventing a new technology that could change our future!'

'Walker's company takes out number one in the world, while Martinez Tech is bumped to second place!'

So the douche bag's name is Damien.

"Thea, get out of the fucking building! The janitor is talking to one of the cops right now and pulling him to your floor!"

"I am out, jeez, keep your pants on."

I quickly shut down the computer and run out of my office. Just as I round the corner, a police officer is coming my way. Turning around will only cause a bigger mess, so I walk on and keep my head low.

"Goodmorning officer," I say.

"Good morning ma'am," he replies.

"Why the hell would you talk to the guy that could possibly handcuff you?!" Mike yells.

"I thought it would seem less suspicious—I mean, he wouldn't expect a criminal to talk to him."

"Whatever, you have two minutes left on the next floor. We are just gonna have to use the stairs, 'cause the police are getting suspicious so I am only gonna tamper with the feed if I have to."

"Copy that."

Other than the possibility of being arrested and sent to jail for the rest of my life, this is fun. As I reach the second to last floor I open the door,and the alarm blares.

"Dammit Mike, I thought you had all the alarms covered!" I yell as I race to the next flight of stairs.

"I thought I did! Just get out of there!"

"Really? I was actually going to stay here a while longer—you know, get some coffee and talk to my good ole pals."

"Stop being sarcastic."

"What if I wasn't being sarcastic? What if I really did want to do that?"

"Shut the fuck up and get the hell out of there!"

Um... Rude much.

"Hey! Stop running or I will shoot!"

I don't stop running, and I hear gunshots being fired behind me. As I near the stairs I see that the stairwell is was filled with cops, so I take a turn and ran down a different hallway. People having meetings look up to see what the commotion is about, as do other people at their desks. A bullet misses me by an inch and hits the glass windows to my left, making them shatter and fall on me as I run.

I feel a sharp pain in my body but I keep running. Two cops stand right in front of me with their

guns raised, but I turn left and jump over the desks and employees. I round another corner and take the stairs to the roof, tackling an officer in my path on the way.

"Sorry sir but can't go to jail for something I didn't do."

I jump off of him and keep running to the roof. As I open the door, sunlight hits my eyes making me wince from the sudden exposure, and the cold wind burns my cuts. "Mike, what the hell do I now?!"

"Hold on, I'm trying to figure something out," he says frantically.

I walk over to the edge of the roof and look down. Jumping is definitely not a solution. I hear a speaker.

"Put your hands behind your back and lay down on your stomach. We will shoot if necessary."

Slowly turning around, I see more than thirty cops facing me with guns. What the fuck? Did they bring every single cop in the state?

"Ms.Woods, we can help you if you cooperate with us," says the chief.

Come on Thea! Think! There's gotta be a damn way out of this shit.

And then my prayers are answered.

Fucking James Bond appears in front of me, shooting at a handful of surprised cops . Before they can compute what the hell just happened, James Bond grabs me and leads me to the edge of the roof.

Wait what the hell?

I put my legs down to stop moving, but he pulls me away like I am nothing but paper.

Yup, he really is James Bond.

I am headed right to the edge of the roof, but he doesn't stop pulling me. Before I can say anything, we reach the edge and jump.

Then I am flying.