A/N: GUYS IM CRYING I JUST READ A FANFIC AND ONE OF THE LINES WAS "Is that your face or did your neck just throw up?" THAT'S SO SAVAGE BRUH GET #REKT (I'm sorry, I had to share, now on with the real reason you're here)

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My alarm went off so loud, it practically startled me awake. The ringing noise continued in my ear as I quickly reached to turn it off. A huge part of me wanting to ignore it completely and go back to sleep but I knew I couldn't. I rolled over and checked the time on my alarm clocked and let out a loud groan.

3am.

I was waking up at three in the morning.

I remembered why instantly – today was the day. I'd only received the mission yesterday but that was how quickly things worked around here. In about an hour and a half's time, I was going to be up in the air on my way to freaking Russia.

And of course, I'd made the stupid decision to head off to bed at 1am in the morning. But to be fair, I'd spent some time up at night trying to orchestrate an entire lie to get my mother off my back for the next week. It had taken a very sudden phone call to Debby with a lot of pleading to get her to finally agree to cover for me by saying I was camping with her if my mother was to call or ask. And it had taken an even longer amount of time to convince my mother that this 'spur of the moment camping trip' would be good for me and I needed it. I promised her everything would be fine and I would be safe – if only she knew.

It didn't even feel human to be this awake in the morning.

I slowly lifted myself up until I was sitting upright. I needed to wake up, even though I really didn't want to. A huge part of me wondered if I should have even gone to sleep last night if I knew I was going to get so little sleep and wake up feeling like crap. Maybe I would be able to get a bit of sleep on the plane. It was going to be a long flight, after all.

I rubbed my eyes as I focused my newly gained eyesight on my dresser. I could see that the note was still on there. My Mom knew that I would be leaving for my 'camping' trip this morning, but I hadn't told her that I would be gone so early. So I'd decided to leave her a note explaining that I chose to leave a little earlier than planned to get ready with Debby. Considering the time she'd wake up, she probably wouldn't even see the note until I was already flying high in the sky.

The reality of the situation began to hit me as I looked around my room. I suddenly found myself asking a question I never thought I would.

What if this is the last time I see my room?

I had shocked myself for even thinking it but then I really did start to consider it. What if something bad happened on the mission and I didn't make it home? It was going to be very dangerous after all. It made my last case truly look like child's play. Rogue spy division? That definitely trumped two teenage girls.

But I had Eric, I thought.

If anything were to go wrong he'd be there. The top agent. And somebody that I trusted more than anybody. He knew what he was doing.

Then another thought hit me.

What if he didn't save me?

It wasn't in an agent's description to help defend another agent during a case. If I was being attacked and he needed to do something for the mission, the mission took priority. He couldn't save me. He would have to do his job.

I remembered the time he had defended me when we were attacked at Kennedy High at night. The way he had fought off my attacker, telling them to never touch me again... but that was different. That was my last mission. That was when I wasn't an official agent and I'd still been underage. It had probably been his responsibility to make sure I didn't die for the sake of the agency.

I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head. The worry combined with how tired I was made me feel numb all over and I knew that I needed to get up. I had a big day a heard of me.

One good thing had come out of the Summer holidays, I'd finally gotten my license. And because Michael owned a car company (which my mother loved to brag about to people as often as she could), I was able to get a pretty good deal on a new car. It was light blue and very small but it was the perfect size for me and got me where I wanted. My turquoise bike would forever be stashed somewhere in the attic and I would probably never need it again. I still couldn't find the heart to throw it out after all the adventures I'd been through on it.

I was only allowed to take one of my own personal items with me for this case. Everything else I would need including clothing, gadgets, technology and even toiletries would be provided by the agency. We weren't allowed to bring our anything that could connect us to our old life. Only things like jewelry (not wedding rings), watches and stationery. I decided to bring a Tiffany and Co necklace from my Mom last year for my birthday. I wanted something that reminded me of her. That reminded me of home. Photos were strictly not allowed as were books, our phones, and even iPods. Anything that connected us to our real lives was banned. When on a case, we had to be someone else. The people we were didn't really exist. Becca didn't exist. Eric didn't exist. Even that stupid bitch Mackenzie didn't exist.

I felt myself growl at the thought of her. I grabbed my keys that sat on the passenger's seat next to the heart-shaped pendant necklace and my spy device. I start the car and hoped the noise wouldn't wake my Mom as I reversed out of the driveway.

What was her deal? I didn't even know her! And she'd just been so rude to me for no reason. Eric said that she was jealous of me – for having a position that was almost equal to hers even though I was younger. I didn't believe him. The 'they're just jealous of you' excuse for someone being a total bitch to you never made any sense to me.

Whatever her deal was, I'd have to put up with her for the entire duration of this case as we'd be working very closely together. I didn't have huge hopes for us to be friends, I just hoped we could at least tolerate each other. I wanted her to at least see I wasn't the 'brat agent' she thought I was.

Leaving the house so dark at night felt really weird and the quietness outside was almost eerie. The only noise I could hear was the sound of my own car's quiet engine. I decided to turn on the radio to at least make myself feel less weirded out. I kept the volume low as some 80s rock band played through the speakers. What channel was I on? It didn't matter, I couldn't be bothered changing it.

I'd decided to skip breakfast due to lack of time even though I realized that would probably mean I wouldn't eat for ages. I wasn't sure if I could keep it down anyway. My stomach was churning in fear and anxiety of what the day had in store.

The music continued playing with some static noises as I hadn't chosen the best channel. My eyes were fixed on the road as I tried to keep them as wide open as I could. I was looking for a hint of daylight that could wash over the night sky and make me feel more awake.

The feeling of numbness began to spread all over me again as I tried to avoid thinking about what I was doing. I couldn't think straight right now anyway.

I felt a small shaky sigh pulse through me when I pulled up at the old abandoned factory. It looked a lot scarier at night time. Of course, this wasn't the first time I'd seen it at night. The first time had been when I'd gotten ready with Cassie, Turner, and Eric to set up security cameras at Kennedy High that one night. And of course, who could forget the agent event: where I bailed after less than five minutes to go and get myself almost killed. Good times.

I stepped out of the car with only my car keys and phone in hand - both of which would have to be left at reception before I departed and could be collected again after I arrived back once the case was over. I was hit by the cool breeze that made me shiver, despite my jacket.

I shut the car door and leaned back on it for a moment. I looked up at the night sky which was now appearing to grow lighter as morning arrived. I stared at the stars as I grabbed onto the pendant around my neck and held onto it. The only thing I would have with me in Russia that was truly mine.

There was always that small part of me that was telling me I could get back in the car and drive home if I wanted to. But of course, I never listened to her. There was a more dangerous part of me urging to head into the building.

I locked the car, taking one last look at it before turning around and beginning my walk across the road to the factory. There wasn't a single person in sight and the only noise coming from my footsteps on the gravel road.

As I approached the old rusty building, I entered in the pin that I'd typed in so many times that it came to me naturally and heard the click that signified I could enter.

I held my breath immediately as I pushed the door open, knowing immediately what to expect. The smell of damp mold as well as the rotting flesh of dead animals and mouse droppings. This was definitely the worst part of getting to headquarters.

I held a hand over my mouth and nose that was acting as some sort of gas mask as I quickly made my way to the elevator, being careful not to stumble on planks of wood or old cardboard boxes - like I'd done far too many times.

There was a huge amount of relief that flooded over me as I arrived underground and the elevator doors opened and I saw agents working away as usual. I guess it was true that evil never slept, so it kept us up at night instead.

I stepped out of the elevator as I headed to reception. I hoped that they would park my car somewhere where it would be kept safe. It wasn't a Mercedes Benz or anything like that, but if it got a scratch on it, I wouldn't be too happy.

"Becca."

I swung around at the mention of my name to see Turner approaching me. I smiled automatically, happy, yet surprised to see him at headquarters at this time.

"Turner! Wasn't expecting to see you here." I greeted.

He shrugged. "I've got a lot of cases to deal with. Just thought I'd come see you off and wish you luck for this case."

I laughed. "That's nice of you, it'll be a shame not to see you every day and hear your rants about Marvel characters."

He rolled his eyes, knowing that I enjoyed teasing him about his nerdy superhero obsession. Though I had to admit, I was more of a DC girl myself.

"So Russia huh? That's pretty big for a second case." He noted.

I sighed, my smile dropping. "Don't remind me."

"How are you feeling?" He asked, looking slightly concerned as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Tired," I replied. "I didn't really get any sleep last night."

"I know all about that." He laughed. "I didn't get much the night before either. Cassie tends to keep me up all night."

I immediately raised my eyebrows, giving him a strange look. What was he implying?

His eyes suddenly filled with realization. "Oh god, not like that. She makes me watch reruns of Gilmore Girls till three am."

A huge grin broke out on my face as I laughed. "Thanks for clarifying that." I turned to the clock that was hung on the wall beside us. 4:00. Shit.

"I better go. I've got half an hour till I board." I told Turner, sad to be ending our conversation. I didn't know how long it would be until I saw him again.

"Good luck," he smiled. "I know you'll do fine. Eric's in the gym, by the way."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me at reception to hand in my belongings. I quickly did so before hurrying to the gym.

I passed a heap of agents who were hard at work as I made my way to the big gym doors.

Here we go, I thought as I pushed them open.

I felt a gust of wind as the huge doors swung open and felt the complete change of atmosphere as I stepped forward and the doors closed behind me.

The gym was a lot quieter, yet not in a peaceful sense. More like something solemn.

I noticed a repetitive sound of noise as I saw Mackenzie sitting down in the corner of the room on benches twirling a knife in her hands at a quick speed. She had a dull gaze as her eyelids didn't even look completely open.

I gave her a strange look as her eyes never once looked up to greet me as she continued dully playing with the small knife.

I rolled my eyes as I stopped watching and turned to see Eric standing at a table looking down at the contents poured out in front of him.

I walked over, wondering if he'd heard me enter.

"Hey," I said softly as I walked up to him.

His eyes looked away from the table as he looked up at mine.

He only nodded his head in reply before fixating his eyes back to whatever work he was doing.

I looked down at the table to see what was obviously capturing his attention.

The table was full of weapons. Guns, knives and other things that I couldn't even name if I tried.

"Woah," I muttered as I scanned the contents. "Please tell me these aren't ours."

Eric sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair. "This case is going to be dangerous. We'll need to be prepared."

I raised an eyebrow. "With these kinds of weapons?"

"That's what I'm trying to work out," he muttered, his eyes continuing to scan the guns that were laid down neatly on the table. "It's all a matter of what's necessary."

The noise of wind swooshing at a rapid pace distracted me as I turned back to the corner of the room where I saw Mackenzie still twirling the knife in her hand, looking extremely bored.

"I can see that she's being a big help." I murmured to him, still keeping my eyes on her before looking back at Eric.

He kept his eyes focused on the table, not even having to look up to know what I was talking about. "I find it best to leave her alone. She doesn't exactly do teamwork."

I scoffed. "Glad she's with us then."

His eyes drifted to mine briefly. "Well, we're all going to have to work together on this and she's going to have to learn to like it very soon." His tone became serious and instructing. "As for you, I know after your brief introduction yesterday that you're not too fond of her either. But I need you to control that. The only people we can trust out there is each other. Okay?"

I resisted the urge to groan at the thought of playing nice with a person who so far had only spoken rudely to me. How was I supposed to work with someone who was that terrible of a human? Even Eric seemed tired of her and this case hadn't even started. But I knew for Eric's sake, and the sake of this case, I'd have to pull it together.

"Okay," I replied, letting out a huge breath of despair while doing so.

Suddenly, the sound of the gym doors opening again caught my attention as Eric and I both looked up at the agent who peered his head through the door.

He pushed the glasses he was wearing upon his nose as he cleared his throat. "Uh, it's time," he said, looking at Eric.

Eric nodded as the sound of the knife swiveling finally stopped.

Mackenzie jumped up at an instant, placing the knife in her pocket. "Finally." she groaned.

The agent looked at her, as if uncertain how to reply at first. After a moment's silence, he continued. "Uh, bags are already in the aircraft and engine is ready for take off."

Just the word aircraft made my stomach start swirling again. He meant the plane. We were about to board the plane.

Eric nodded his head. "We're coming now," he stated as he grabbed a huge black duffel bag from under the table and began shoving all the weapons into it.

"All of them?" I asked in horror, my eyes widening in horror.

"All of them," he responded as he placed the last rifle in the bag before zipping it up.

Great.

He slung the bag over his shoulder as Mackenzie already made her way out the door without waiting for us.

I walked beside Eric as I tried to keep up with his quick pace.

"By the way," I began as we exited the gym. "Where's the plane?"

We followed Mackenzie and the other agent who appeared to be taking us to the location.

"The roof," he replied.

I turned to him immediately in shock. "No way."

He smirked as we entered the elevator. "Way."

The ride to the top floor was uncomfortable, to say the least. With four agents - excluding Mackenzie's ego and a huge bag of death, we were all packed in pretty tightly.

After the awkward ride up the elevator ended, the doors opened and we were suddenly hit with strong wind forces.

The sun had finally begun to rise and it brightened the sky with its light. But, my eyes were fixed on the plane that sat on top of the roof. It wasn't as big as a normal plane at an airport yet, for a private plane it was pretty huge. The entire thing was white with no markings or writing on it. It wasn't like they could name it "Regal Undercover Agency Airlines" and avoid getting hit with some sort of missile by the Russians

I didn't have much time to marvel at the machine as Mackenzie shoved past me, almost knocking me in the process as she made her way to the stairs.

I looked at her, feeling the anger boil in me as I watched her board the thing. Before I could think more evil thoughts about her, I heard Eric mutter close to my ear as he walked passed me.

"Remember what I said."

I rolled my eyes as I followed quickly behind him taking one last look at the elevator which the agent who had brought us up in, got back into.

As I turned back to the front, I was right at the beginning of the stairs that lead to the plane. I looked near the front and noticed three men who were standing beside each other.

They grinned when they saw Eric and he reached out to shake each of their hands.

"Becca, this is Ramone," Eric introduced, gesturing to the man who stood in the middle. He looked like he was in his late forties and he wore glasses. It didn't look like he had any hair, yet the hat on his head hid that fact from me. "He's going to be flying this thing."

Ramone smiled warmly at me as he reached out and grabbed my hand with both of his own, shaking it eagerly. "Lovely to meet the newest agent." he beamed.

"Hi," I smiled back, trying to seem as friendly as possible. "Hope you can fly this thing." I joked.

"Don't you worry missy," the man laughed. "I've been flying planes since I was fifteen with my father."

I nodded my head. That was reassuring to hear.

"And this is James and Cody. Two other crew members." Eric explained.

The two nodded towards me in acknowledgment and I smiled at them.

"Two other crew members?" One of them piped up. "That's the only thing you're going to tell her about us? I think you forgot to mention that we're badass, sexy and awesome."

"Let's not forget my ace table tennis skills" the other one joined in.

Eric rolled his eyes. "You beat me once over three years ago. Get over it, Cody."

Cody laughed before looking at me. "We've been taking this guy all over the world since he was bloody seventeen and he can't even compliment us."

"You'd think he'd be a bit nicer to us, considering all the things we've witnessed him do," James informed me, his eyes glinting with playfulness

"Yeah, like that time you threw up on the way back from Germany." Cody taunted.

"Or that time you thought something was following our plane and you came up to us all worried. It was just a flippin' bird" Ramone added, joining in on the teasing.

Eric rolled his eyes at the three men. "First of all, I ate bad shrimp, secondly, I was only eighteen when that happened and thirdly...that bird really did look like a plane from a distance."

The crew all roared in laughter as Eric cracked a smile as well, looking slightly embarrassed. "Haven't you guys got a plane to fly? We're due in Russia in eleven hours."

"Oooh eleven hours," James and Cody both taunted in high pitched voices, laughing away.

"Watch us do it in ten and a half mate," James said confidently, patting him on the back.

Eric gave them a look, handing the black duffel back to Ramone before smiling at their stupidity and making his way up the stairs. "Come on you lot," he called out.

"After the lady," Cody said, gesturing for me to walk in front.

I laughed, "Thanks." I said as I began walking up the steps myself with the three men following behind.

As we entered the aircraft, I looked around in awe.

The white leather seats were much bigger than the normal seats you would get on a plane. The entire thing looked so upmarket and expensive. Agent perks.

I noticed Mackenzie towards the back of the plane who was already sitting down and had her eyes shut and head rested against the window. I really didn't understand her deal.

I watched as Eric sat in a row that was more towards the front of the plane. I wondered whether I should sit in my own row or next to him.

Oh god, what do I do? I thought to myself. Why am I being so stupid about this? Just sit next to him.

I followed my impulse and sat next to Eric as I held my breath in anticipation.

To my relief, he didn't react, making me seem as though he wanted me to sit next to him. Thank god.

I sat there in silence next to him for a moment, just listening to the sound of the engine. It was a dim humming sound that I knew would get louder when the plane actually began to get ready for taking off.

The three crew members closed the door we'd entered from, sealing it shut before making their way to the control room.

"See you guys when we arrive in Russia!" Cody called out, waving towards Eric and me.

"ETA 2am Russian time!" James added as they entered the control room, shutting the door behind them.

I let out a deep breath that I didn't even realize I'd been holding for so long in the first place as I tried to relax in my seat.

"Nervous flyer?"

My attention turned to Eric, who was looking as calm as ever. But after hearing that he'd been making these flights since seventeen, it made sense.

"It's been a while," I admitted. Which was true. The last time I'd gotten on a plane had been years ago when I was only a child. My family had gone on vacation to the Bahamas for a wedding. It had been my Mom and I and even my stupid father.

However, the flight hadn't been responsible for my jittery nerves. I was more concerned about the thought of actually arriving in Russia. We'd already been briefed on what would happen after arrival - we would go to the secret location where we would be staying which I was informed would be a small unit that was close to the division of Russian spies we were working with. We were going to be watching the RFI 24/7 and working on plans if it looked like they were going to attack anyone.

"One of the best things I find about flying for such a long period of time is that it gives you a while to think about the mission and prepare mentally," he explained, leaning back in his chair before turning to face me.

I kept my expression neutral as I faced the front, my eyes fixed on the row of seats in front of me.

Eric paused for a moment, seemingly watching me. "Or, we could... talk about other things?" he offered, picking up on the fact that I didn't seem too keen on talking about the possibility of killing rogue spies.

I raised an eyebrow feeling myself smirk. "Like what?"

He sighed, shrugging slightly. "How's life?"

I couldn't hide the laugh that escaped my mouth instantly. "How's life? Really?" I taunted. "You're not good at this, are you?"

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Good at what?"

"Talking about anything other than work." I retorted playfully.

It was true. The only conversations we'd ever seem to have were about agent stuff. His job really seemed to consume his life.

"What do you want to talk about then?" he asked, not bothering to fight me on the truth.

I wanted to know more about Eric's life. Not the spy stuff. I wanted to know more about him and his life outside of the RUA - however, small and insignificant it may have been to him.

"Where do you live?" I offered up as a conversation topic.

"I'll try and not take that as a creepy question." he joked, a small grin forming in the corner of his mouth. "I have an apartment about ten minutes from headquarters. It's small but it's nice."

I tried to picture Eric at his place, reading a newspaper or making himself a cup of coffee. The idea seemed pleasant yet weird to me considering I'd only ever seen him as he was now.

"Any pets?" I asked, eager to learn more about him.

He took in a deep breath, looking like he was thinking back. "I have... a plant in my office."

This time, I didn't even try to withhold my laughter as it burst out of me. I covered my mouth to lower my volume. "Did you really just consider a plant as a pet?"

"It's a living being," he argued, looking as amused as me. "You have to water it. It's just like looking after a pet."

I shook my head as I still was recovering from laughing. "It really isn't, Eric."

He sighed, "Fine. What about you?"

I bit my lip in thought. "There's a goldfish in our living room. Nacho."

He raised an eyebrow, staring at me. "Nacho...the goldfish?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "My Mom named him when she was drunk. She also bought him when she was drunk. Which explains why we have a pet in the first place. She's always really been against that whole thing." I explained.

"What's her problem with pets?" he asked.

"Better question, what kind of fish shop is open at 3 am?" I laughed in memory.

"It's an interesting business tactic." He tried to defend the idea, yet apparently thought it was as much of a joke as I did.

"Mmm," I hummed in reply as my attention moved to the door of the control room.

The dim sound of the engine continued ringing from outside the aircraft as we stayed in the same spot.

Eric and I stayed in silence for a moment, waiting for something to happen. It had been another two minutes before he spoke up again.

"We should have taken off by now," he muttered, looking around in confusion.

I shrugged. "Maybe they're just doing some checkups. I've heard planes can be delayed sometimes." I suggested as an excuse.

His eyes were locked on the door to the control room. "Not our planes," he responded in a low murmur.

I stayed silent not knowing what to say in reply. I didn't really know what was happening.

"Maybe," he began, looking lost in thought, "Maybe I should go and check to see what's going on."

He adjusted himself forward, looking like he was about to stand up when suddenly, the sound of the engine increased as the plane began to vibrate softly. Eric's suspicion seemed to drop as after a moment, he leaned back in his seat.

The plane began moving slowly. "There you go," I said as I looked out the window, watching our speed increase. "Patience is key." I joked as the seriousness in Eric's eyes seemed to fade away.

The speed of the plane began to increase as I felt my nerves return as I realized what was happening. Oh god. We were really doing this. We were going to Russia.

I thought back to my mother who would still be asleep at home and wake up in a few hours to find my note. Camping. With Debby.

I continued staring out the window as the sound of the engine increase and I felt us lift up slightly. If only she knew.

I held my breath as we were fully lifted into the air, no longer on American soil. The sound of music began playing lightly through the radio. The crew must have turned it on for the journey.

I released my breath as I turned around to see Mackenzie a few rows back who was still resting her head against the window, he eyes shut completely. It appeared that she'd already dozed off. She must have taken flights like these all the time.

I looked back to the front to see Eric's eyes on me in concern.

"You okay?" he asked, as his forehead wrinkled.

I nodded as I tried to settle my nerves. "I'm fine," I replied simply.

For the next half an hour, I sat next to Eric in silence. He had a tablet device in his hands and was no doubt, looking at mission related stuff. Mackenzie was still fast asleep and I was left with only some magazine I'd found in the chair pocket in front of me about plane models that I couldn't care less about. I tried to preoccupy my thoughts with the song lyrics that were playing at a low volume from the front of the plane.

'Don't go chasin' waterfalls, please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to,' I sang along in my head, trying to resist the urge to nod my head along to the beat.

It was with those lyrics that I realized that I really needed to pee. I'd downed about of liter of water on the car ride to headquarters in a failed attempt to calm my nerves.

"Uh, Eric?" I piped up, hoping I wouldn't be disturbing him from his reading.

He looked up from his electronic device at the mention of his name.

"Is there a bathroom on here?" I asked, trying not to think about how much I suddenly needed to pee.

He pointed towards the front of the plane. "Next to the control room, on the right," he informed me.

I nodded, getting up in an instant. "Thanks," I replied as I exited our row.

I walked at a quick pace as I noticed the door that was right next to the control room.

I quickly turned the cold metal handle to the door as I stepped into the confined space.

It was a huge relief to finally go to the bathroom, but I also enjoyed the moment alone.

The small room where no one was watching me and I could take a moment to collect myself.

I looked at myself in the small mirror above the sink. My hair tied up tightly in a high ponytail, my dark eyeliner that I'd managed to apply before leaving the house this morning. I sighed as I rested my head against the mirror.

I could feel the vibrations of the plane against my skin as I also rested my hands on both sides of the sink. There wasn't much quiet yet, I still found it peaceful.

The engines low humming continued on as well as the sound of distant talking from the control room. I moved against the wall that separated that room from the bathroom. I couldn't make out the words the crew was saying to each other but their tones sounded serious as they muttered away.

I tried carefully to pick up on any word they said but couldn't. I suddenly realized they weren't speaking English. As I listened more, I picked up on a few words here and there. It was Russian.

Huh. It made sense. I guess if we were going to Russia, the pilot and other crew members might need to know how to speak it, even though I wasn't sure they would interact with anyone else. It wasn't like we were going to a proper airport or anything.

I realized I'd been in the bathroom for quite some time. I decided to take another few seconds to recollect myself before exiting the room before I could arouse any suspicion for my long absence.

As I left the room, the cool breeze of the air con hit me and I made my way back to my seat. Eric was still involved in his reading but looked up as I sat back down.

"You weren't throwing up in there were you?" he asked.

I laughed. "No, I'm not that bad on planes."

He kept his eyes fixed on his device. "Just checking."

I stayed silent for a moment, turning my eyes back to the control room. "So, you're really good friends with those guys huh?"

He looked up at me and then to the door as he realized what I was talking about.

"Oh, I guess. I've worked with them for a long time." He said simply.

"I like them. They're funny." I grinned. "And probably smart too. Considering they can speak another language and all."

Eric smirked. "What do you mean? No, they can't."

I gave him a confused look, smirking back. "Uh, yeah they can. I could hear them from the bathroom. They were speaking Russian."

Eric's smirk immediately dropped from his face as he looked at me more serious. "Becca," he began more firmly. "They can't speak Russian."

I looked at him confused. What was he talking about? "Well, I'm pretty sure they were. I learned a bit of Russian back in high school for a semester before dropping out of it. It was a hard subject. But I definitely recognized a few words."

"Becca," Eric said as he placed the tablet down. "You're not understanding me. I know them. They don't speak Russian."

I felt the color drain from my face as I suddenly realized what he meant.

He leaned forward towards me, his face dead serious and tense.

"We need to get off this plane right now."

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A/N: Hey guess what? I graduated! Lmao goodbye high school you absolute demeaning piece of shit. If any of you hate high school and have had serious self confidence issues, you're not alone and you can message me whenever.  ALWAYS HERE LOOKIN FOR WATTPAD PALS!

Anyway, cool thing I've been wanting to know... does anyone who reads this series not speak English as a first language? If so just leave a comment because I'd love to know! It's so cool to think that I might have readers from other languages checking this out.

Alright, till the next update xx (sorry for dem cliffhangers)