*Ring...Ring...*

I pulled out the compact phone from my pocket. I was a little suprised that someone would be calling me on the compact, considering it was spy aquipment and reserved for important buisness.

"Hello?" i said, unsure of who might be on the other end.

"Eevee, it's me." came sarena's voice on the other end. i relaxed a bit.

"Sarena, why are you using this phone, and why are you whispering?" i asked.

"Is," she paused, "sam there?" Sarena was still talking in a hushed voice, and i was begining to get nervous.

"He's in the shower right now, just got in. did you want to talk to him? he won't be out for 15 minutes." i sayed, lowering my voice as Sarena was.

"Listen Eevee, i have reason to believe that that is not sam." Sarena said.

"What?" i replied. i turned my back to the bathroom door and brought the phone closer to my face.

"I don't think i have much time, so listen. I checked up at the prisson and acording to the files, Sam is still being kept there. when i called to see if i could visit him, they said that an order had been made that he could not see any visiters." she said.

My face went pale as all the blood drained from my skin. i began to shake, and an unsettling feeling planted itself in my gut.

"And that's not all," sarena continued, "I talked to jerry and Sam's father has been murdered. bruetaly, i may add. i'm talking cut into peices and spread out around the room. Jerry said somthing like 'they were only able to tell it was him through DNA sampling, because the leftovers were far from recognizable'. Eevee, so much stuff is going on and i don't think it's safe for-"

I didn't hear the rest, because at that moment, from behind two cold hands clutched onto my shoulders and i dropped the phone. a head leaned close to my ear and said "What are you doind, eevee?" It was sam's voice. the very sam in question.

An unvoluntary yelp escaped from my lips. I could feel the figure grinning. He pulled my hair behind my ears so i couldn't hide behind the thick black curtains, then he sat infront of me. his eyes dug into my face, and his hands stayed frimly planted on my shoulders. i tryed to control my shaking.

"No-nothing. Your si-sieter called." I stammered.

Totally composed, he tilted his head and gave me a cocky smile.

"Oh, is that all?" he said in a smooth yet unstarteling voice.

I tried to nodd, but it came out looking more like sharp bobs of my head.

"She was calling to talk to you, but i told her that you were in the shower. that's all." i said, pulling myself together.

"Then why did you drop the phone?" he questioned me suspiciously.

"Because, I-I didn't expect you to come out so soon." i responded.

He seemed to believe me, and he loosened his grip and took his hands off my shoulders. i brought my hands to the spots he had held onto, and rubbed my shoulders. Sam leaned over and picked up the compact/phone. he straightend up and brought it to his face.

"Hmmm. she's not there anymore." he said. he brought the compact away from his face and looked at it.

"Well, will you look at that," he said, "You must have broken it when you dropped it. i'll bring it in to be fixed later."

when he closed the compact, it made an unmistkenable "beep" sound, as it always does when you close it. however, insisting that it was broken, sam placed the compact in his shirt pocket.

I sat puzzled for a moment as sam stood up and walked to another part of the room. why would he insist that it was broken, when that "beep" had proven that it wasn't. then a thought hit me: because it was my only source of comunication to the other spies. if that was taken away, i was stranded.

I looked down, and my hair fell into my face. who was this person? could this be sam, or, as sarena had proclaimed, another person.