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  I love to fly. Being tossed in the air for fun isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, though. It’s dangerous, and you have to have absolute trust in your teammates. The people on my team, are people that I’ve cheered with since freshman year at high school. They have my back, and they will not let it hit the floor.

  My phone begins to ring and I rush over to my bag, digging through to the bottom and pulling it out, aware that it could be The Agency calling me in. Jack let me know that they could need me at any time or any day if something came up that requires my expertise. And with the search for Kenzi still underway, I’m prepared to walk out of this practice if the need arises. I know it will upset my team, but I hope, in the long run, they will understand.

  Looking down at my cell I try to catch my breath and see Anderson’s grinning face flashing across the screen. I can’t help but smile and feel a little relieved.

  “Five minutes and then everyone needs to get their asses on the mat,” my coach calls, her booming voice filling the room.

  I quickly hit answer and head for the hallway to get away from the noise of my boisterous teammates. “Hey, you,” I beam excitedly, eager to hear Andy’s voice.

  “Hey beautiful, how are you?” I warm to the soft silkiness of his tone, and even as he speaks, I can see him in my mind with a wide sparkling smile, the cheeky kind that I fell in love with.

  Andy and I had been high school sweethearts since we were fifteen, but we’d been friends since middle school. He was the popular jock who everybody loved and adored, and I was the cheerleading captain. It was so cliché that it made me laugh, but there was no denying how our personalities complemented each other.

  “I’m good, bit sore, just waiting for practice to start. But I’ve been working out outside of the gym, and it’s really pushing me,” I tell him rolling my shoulders as I fight the tension. Disappointed that I can’t explain to him all the details of what I’m getting into. I hate keeping it from him, I’ve never kept anything from Andy since we were kids. He knows me, everything about me, and what makes me tick. And the same goes for him. We’ve always been connected.

  “Damn girl, you’re gonna have more muscles than half the guys on my varsity team at this rate. You’ll be able to beat the crap out of them,” he jests with a deep chuckle. I giggle and shake my head. If only he knew how close to the truth he was. If I keep training with Luca, I’m really going to be able to take on anything. That’s if I can handle spending that much time around Luca. The guy drives me insane on the best of days, but now I’ve really had a look into who he is, strangely, I want more.

  “When are you coming home?” I ask Andy, trying to change the direction of the conversation as I attempt to calculate in my head just how long it’s been since I last saw him.

  “Well, that’s kinda why I’m calling. I was going to surprise you for your birthday, but you know how crap I am at surprises, so here it is. Surprise, I’m coming home for your birthday.”

  I laugh, bouncing on my feet in excitement. He really is sucky at keeping secrets or surprises from me. Andy’s one of those guys that loves to make others happy and do things for people, so he can never keep anything to himself, and I love that about him.

  Actually, I love pretty much everything about him. I still find it hard to fathom that we broke up because of the distance between us. Well that, and the fact that Andy’s outlook on life was… well, a little different than mine. He wants different things, and while it hurt at the time, it didn’t really change our relationship all that much.

  He’s still my best friend, and absolutely there when I need him. We care for each other, but things change. People change. And I’m in a place now where I feel okay with that.

  “Everybody on the mats,” the coach calls and I curse under my breath.

  “I’m so excited to see you,” I tell him as I head back toward the group. “Let me know when you get in. I’ve gotta go, or coach is gonna make me do doubles to catch up.”

  “No problem, Sunshine.” My body warms at the nickname Andy has called me since we were kids.

  I hang up the phone with a smile and head for the mat where everyone’s already running tumbling drills. Coach narrows her eyes at me as I rush to tuck my phone away and head for the mat.

  “Coal, four laps, then you can join the team.” She turns away, dismissing me.

  I fight the urge to curse and object, instead choosing to roll my eyes silently and jog outside to do four laps of the building. My muscles are still tight and sore, the ache in them becoming more prominent with every step. Luca pushed me really hard this morning. He forced more from me than any other cheer coach has ever managed to do.

  At first, I couldn’t understand how or why I’d pushed so hard and refused to give up. But by the end, I realized it was him. I wanted to do it for him. He made me want it. He made me push further. He demanded it. And everything inside me wanted to deliver.

  Even if it means right now, I’m paying for it.

  I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I run another lap around the building.

  Jesus, what is it about this guy?

  Luca’s obnoxious, sarcastic, and for the most part just damn fucking annoying.

  At least, that’s what I thought until yesterday, until he opened the door to another part of himself. It was only open a crack, but there was enough room for me to see inside. Just a small peek was enough to pull me back, wanting to know more about what else he hides inside that perfectly crafted shell.

  My foot is in the door now, and he’s going to have a hard time pushing me out.

  THE NEXT DAY

  The Agency elevator dings and I hike my backpack up further onto my shoulder as I prepare to step out. But instead, I look up and stumble backward when I see a grinning Noah standing at the open door like he’s appeared out of nowhere.

  “Um, hi?” I say with a frown, my hand over my heart trying and calm its beating. I raise an eyebrow as he moves back and I cautiously step out. “Did you see me coming?”

  “Your tracker told me you were on your way,” he replies, his grin growing so wide I swear it might just break his face. His eyes flick down to my laptop in my hands. I take it everywhere with me, not even exaggerating, everywhere.

  Noah knows that.

  I narrow my eyes at him as I take a step into his space. “Oh, that’s it, you’ve started a war now.”

  His eyes light up with excitement, and he claps his hands together, making me jump again. “Fucking awesome. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to join The Agency.” He folds his arms across his chest proudly, and I’m drawn to the way his muscles bulge slightly. It doesn’t exactly make me drool, but I’m sufficiently impressed. “I like to be tested, but it’s hard to find someone who can really push my boundaries.”

  I tilt my head to the side. “Huh… me too.” I know exactly what he means, it’s been a long time since I found someone who made me push myself mentally. It’s almost become too easy and not challenging enough to show off what I can really do.

  In order to learn, we need something to strive for, and maybe Noah is just the guy to help me grow. I know that his skills are definitely more advanced than mine. My dad taught me a lot of what I know, but even so, I don’t think he ever really expected me to use it in this way. And after he got sick, I had to teach myself everything else.

  I know a lot more than your average IT guy, but the idea of learning and growing, even more, is like a shot of adrenaline through my veins.

  “Do you want to come and help me with some stuff I’m—”

  “Yes,” I burst out eagerly before he can finish his sentence.

  “… developing? To help with the picture of Kenzi,” he adds with a chuckle. He sweeps his hand out to the side. “Come on, we can head to my den.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. “Your den?” I snort as I fall into step beside him. My eyes catch movement on one of the higher levels, and I look up to see Luca standing at the edge of the railing looking down on
us. I can’t tell if his eyes are on us exactly or not, but the deep frown on his brow makes me shudder. I swallow the uncomfortable lump in my throat and lift my hand in a wave as we slip into a corridor and out of sight.

  Noah continues to talk about his den, and how Kace set it up for him when he was trying to convince him to join The Agency. “It was the selling point, but I was already on board anyway.” He laughs.

  I force a lighthearted chuckle and nod, but my mind’s distracted and everything inside me is being drawn back out to where Luca was standing, the curiosity to know exactly what was running through his mind at that moment and whether it was aimed at me is really strong.

  Noah pushes open the double doors at the end of the hall dramatically, and instantly my eyes light up, and I’m overwhelmed with a chorus of emotions. My mouth hangs open. “When you said den...” I mutter and trail off as I place my laptop on the floor and move in for a closer look.

  Noah huffs out an amused breath. “Yeah, that’s what most people say.”

  I’d been expecting a small room with maybe a desk and some computer screens. This is next level—next, next, level. There are multiple workstations with not just computer screens on the desks, but on the walls. I almost feel like I’m in a room that NASA would have when they launch rockets into space.

  “This is…” I mumble and trail off again, words defy me as I move slowly around the room. The soft buzz of equipment and flashes of light illuminating the room really set my senses on fire. I can see on some of the screens the picture of Kenzi running with different markers and pointers scanning over it as if searching for something. On another, the image is zoomed right in on her face, and beside it a screen flicking faster than the eye can see with pictures of people, measurements of their faces and skin tones.

  My laptop is my everything, but it can sometimes be very limiting to what I can do. This, on the other hand, gives room to grow, to develop, and to use multiple programs at once.

  Noah ushers me toward two chairs, pulling out one for me. I take a seat and roll close to the desk as Noah settles in beside me. “I’ve been looking at this picture for so long that I can list every damn thing in it. Which isn’t saying much,” he groans as he brings up an enlarged photo of Kenzi. While we can see her face clearly, the rest of the photo is dark, like it’s been taken inside a cave or something. “Facial recognition is growing by leaps and bounds, for us. We can run her picture through thousands and thousands of databases, from cell phones to CCTV cameras, almost anything that takes an image is now saved to a network.”

  “But you haven’t had any luck?” I conclude, sitting a little closer to the screen.

  He sighs. “No, none at all. It’s like she’s been hidden away and isn’t allowed to leave. So, therefore, she’s not in any other database.”

  I narrow my eyes on the picture. Ares and Ezra managed to obtain a couple of photos, but they weren’t taken with a proper camera. Instead, they’re more like screen snapshots taken from a security camera. It was all they could do, and while we are grateful, they really haven’t been helpful.

  The main picture on the screen is the clearest photo, one where she’s looking up and almost straight into the camera. That’s why Noah’s using it for facial recognition, and why it’s become the main focus, the others are much too out of focus. My eyes flick to the three other pictures down the side of the screen, the light in the computer room catching the monitor at just the right angle to make me sit a little straighter.

  “Bring up that picture,” I tell Noah, jabbing my finger at the screen, surprised when the pictures instantly grow to the screen size. Of course, he would have touchscreens. “Look,” I say, trying to curb my excitement. I point again, and Noah sits forward, tilting his head in confusion.

  “What are you pointing at?”

  I turn the screen toward him, trying to catch the light just as it had been while facing me. I’m still fiddling with it when he finally gasps. “Is that another face?”

  “Yes. I think so,” I exclaim, my body buzzing with electricity.

  Noah pushes his chair across to another of the computer stations and brings the photo up on the screen. I scoot after him, eager to watch every move he makes and every skill he uses.

  “Photoshop?” I ask, reasonably confused when he brings up the photo editing software.

  He chuckles. “Sometimes it’s the simplest things that do the best job. Just watch.”

  He moves dials, cuts, edits the light. It only takes a few seconds, but it feels like forever, and suddenly, he’s discovered a whole new picture, one that we hadn’t seen before because it had been too dark, like a murky shadow in the background that was now almost as clear as day.

  “It’s a man,” I note, as Noah and I take a moment to examine the new image.

  Noah nods. “He has tattoos on his face that darken his skin. Probably why we couldn’t see him properly in the background of the photo. You must have just caught the right angle and the right light to reflect off the little bit of his face that was showing.” Noah looks over at me and grins approvingly which boosts my ego a touch. He moves the photo of Kenzi out of the photo recognition software and places the new picture in. “We’re going to have to start from the beginning, but this might be the break we needed.”

  The program starts to run again, and we both sit back in our chairs, unable to stop from grinning in satisfaction.

  “Tell me…” I start after a few minutes of silence, “… who exactly is this Syndicate?” No one has really told me exactly who they are, or what they do. I’ve read the notes, the folders, but sometimes, it’s better to hear it from the mouth of someone who knows. All I know for sure is, they aren’t the good guys and that they are holding Kenzi captive—or at least Axel seems to think so.

  Noah links his fingers behind his head and looks up at the ceiling. “The Sinclair Syndicate are all kinds of bad news,” he explains with a shake of his head. “They make weapons, really fucking bad weapons, and they make them here, and then sell them to overseas buyers to use against us. They specialize in chemical warfare, and I have a feeling they’re about to start branching out into biochemical.” Noah’s voice turns rough and gravelly with anger and frustration.

  Even so, I go ahead and ask the question anyway because I can’t not know. “Why do you say that?”

  “Because that’s what Kenzi was studying at college before she mysteriously disappeared,” he replies with a sharp tone, one that makes me think that Noah—like myself—isn’t exactly convinced about what happened. “I looked up her grades, the papers she’d written and handed in. She knew what she was talking about and she was damn good at it.”

  “You think she went willingly?” I ask, my eyes flicking to the doorway, not wanting to offend anyone or have anyone think that I shouldn’t be on this case.

  Noah looks me directly in the eye as he jabs his finger down on Kenzi’s file, which seems to be getting thicker by the day. “There was no sign of a fight. No kicking or screaming. And from what I’ve heard from Axel, Kenzi wasn’t afraid to speak her mind or fight back,” he explains, his face a mask of complete seriousness. The tension’s so thick I can feel it in my chest. “I think she either went willingly, or they used the people she cared about against her. But I don’t think they realized just who that was.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

  “Usually, the Syndicate pick up people who are nobodies. This means no one will look for them when they go missing,” he contemplates, tapping his fingers. “I don’t think they realized where Kenzi might have been from, but she has one of the most dangerous and notorious motorcycle clubs at her back.”

  My eyes widen.

  “And if we find her, I can tell you now, it shouldn’t be The Agency that these people need to be afraid of. We have rules and laws we still have to follow,” Noah says, his eyes meeting mine with a smirk. “Malice MC, on the other hand, live only by their own laws.”

  I thought cardio wasn’t y
our thing?” I comment casually as I lift my leg up onto one of the park benches and stretch out my calves. The sun has barely come up, and people are already filling up the paths that weave through what I would call the most patriotic part of our country.

  From tourists getting early starts, to just people like Luca and I who are looking to get in our daily exercise before the sun grows too hot and the city becomes too crowded.

  I stifle a yawn, trying to hide the fact that when Luca called this morning at 5:00 a.m. asking if I wanted to run, that I’d barely even gone to bed after spending a long night with Noah pulling information on this new face that we found.

  Luca stops his stretch and frowns. “I never said cardio wasn’t my thing.”

  I grin and look away, moving to stretch my other leg. “I know. But I just got that impression.”

  “I’m really fit, thank you very much,” he argues, the tone of his voice going a little higher as he protests my accusations. “Anyway, we aren’t going to run the whole way. We are going to take time to admire our country’s history.”

  I snort. “By that you mean you couldn’t run the whole way if you tried so you’ll need to take a lot of breaks,” I mutter, jogging on the spot.

  He points at me, and for a second I think he’s going to argue with me again, but his face finally cracks and he grins. “Correct.”

  We start off slow, and I enjoy the way my muscles gradually begin to warm up, heat moving through my body, my blood pumping at a steady pace and keeping me moving. Not that I’d ever tell Luca, but running isn’t exactly my strongest point either, but I still really enjoy it, especially running outdoors in amazing places like this.

  The Washington Monument passes by first, standing tall and proud. I follow Luca’s lead until we get to the World War Two Memorial where we both seem to stop for a moment and appreciate just how beautiful it is.

  I’ve been here a million times, and I swear it never gets old. Every single time is just as mesmerizing as the last, stealing my breath. Pride in your country is a strange thing to try and explain, I’m sure most people understand it, but it’s a feeling that you aren’t really able to put into words.