“Well, what does it say?” Sal asked.
“They are threatening all of D.C,” she finally continued. They all looked at her, shocked.
“Wait… we’re in D.C!!” Jessica panicked.
“As well as the president, congress, senate, and NCIS!” Zack reminded.
“What are we gonna do, Walt?” Jackson asked. He shrugged. Natasha hadn’t told them everything on that message, the rest was… personal, about her mom, things she didn’t understand, things about… her… the massage wasn’t finished. She was wondering what it could be, when her chain of thought was interrupted by Walt.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” She asked.
“What do you think? What should we do, you are a maiden,” he repeated.
“Well, I have an idea who these guys are, the same men chasing me, if so they’re are human and maiden, so we’ve got our work cut out for us,” she replied headed for her work place. Sal walked up to her, she was a behaviorist, and can tell what a person is thinking through their body language.
“Is there something you feel like talking about?” She asked.
“Um, no. Why?” She answered not looking from the computer screen.
“Come on you’re a 16 year old girl who lost her mother, was abandoned by her father, and is being chased around be a group of crazy people! You’ve got to talk to somebody!” She persuaded.
“Please, Sal, I know you mean well, but I don’t want to talk about it… you wouldn’t understand anything, anyway,” she replied. Sal nodded and walked away. Natasha looked at the picture of her and her mom which served as her lock screen, she looked at it for a long time, wonder how things would be if she was here, she missed her loads, so much it felt like her heart was in her knees. “What would she do?” She whispered to herself.