Cindy stared at Mac as he mashed the speaker button off. “My real parents?”
Mac glanced at her before turning his attention back to the road. “That’s classified.”
“Who are you people?”
Mac grimaced, but ground out, “FBI. Undercover to take down the slavery syndicate.”
Cindy’s eyes widened, and some of the teens in the back cried out in fear. Mac looked in the rear-view. “Don’t worry, you won’t be deported. I’m taking all of you to a safe-house, so just stay calm.”
“Why’d you break cover?”
Mac’s knuckles whitened on the wheel. “Orders,” he spat out.
My second shot in Kerrie Salsac’s Chain Writing Game challenge. Head over to her blog to read the challenge and the rules. Read the story so far and join in! This truly is a case of the more the merrier!