Chapter 7: Teleporting, True Love, and Text Messages

"Owww!" yelped Logan. "My heeeeead!" he moaned in a surprisingly high voice, that the girls later came to know as Logan's "pain voice". He claimed to have a "low pain tolerance".
"Wow," Megha thought to herself, "what a little whiner." She then convinced herself that she could be understanding.
Jessie, on the other hand, went on the offensive. She gathered herself together, straightened her slightly ruffled suit, and reached in her pocket. She pulled out her lighter (which was only used for concerts and to singe the ends of people's hair on long plane rides- she really didn't have a...problem) and flicked it on. It didn't work. She tried again, there. She held it up and surveyed the room, rather the cell. A traditional damp, stone cell with no windows and hay in the corners. She slowly turned on her heels and faced Logan. She peered into his face and started shouting, "LOGAN!! What is your problem!?!? Can't you follow simple directions? Do you know how much time our little saving-your-butt detour has wasted? Lorraine fricking Hodges, how hard is that?"
Megha silently marveled at Jessie's spectacular display of shifting the blame on Logan.
"Hmph, " Logan grunted.
"Ugh, " Jessie responded.

Then there was an awkward silence. The only thing that filled the silence was the clicking of a computer mouse somewhere in the castle...which in fact was the orange, accented man looking at pictures of himself over and over. It was obvious that Megha was going to have to introduce herself to Logan. She thought that extreme perkiness was in order. "He-loo, Logan! My name is Megha Malhotra! My name spelled backwards is Ahgem! I have heard no-thing about you except that you work with my dear-est, bosom friend," said Megha in a sing-song voice.

Before Logan could respond, Jessie's phone beeped again. She put back her lighter, which she had been clutching, and looked at the phone. Two missed text messages, both from Raj. The first one said that the tracking device that he had placed on Megha had shown that they were in the evil Sher Not's lair, though this time, Sher Not didn't have any connection to the killings, he just liked to kidnap random people.The text went on to say that there had just been a teleporting device activated on the phone and she and whatever she touched would be sent back to the airport to meet the real Lorraine Hodges and get the mission back on track. "The meddlesome CIA, " thought Jessie to herself. The next text message was intended for Megha, whose phone was dead (who knows how long Megha would have looked at it) and it said that Raj loved his little rain cloud, and missed her more every second, and that he would love her till the day he dies...and that the only reason that he didn't kiss her goodbye was because he wanted to be sure that the adhesive on the tracking device he put on her scalp would dry completely so it wouldn't fall off. There was more mushy business, and Megha read and reread the text like seven times. Jessie finally snatched the phone, contemplated leaving Logan there to rot, but settled for Megha standing between them. The all held hands and Jessie pressed the teleport button.

In a flash, they were back in the airport, and reappeared in the women's washroom. Logan, uncomfortable in a washroom setting that didn't contain urinals, left the bathroom and said he'd meet them outside. Jessie and Megha took some time to freshen up. Jessie turned to Megha and whispered obsessively, "Ohhh, Megha! I don't know what came over me in there! I totally freaked out at Logan. I mean, I just get so nervous around him. And he's my boss,well sorta, I mean, I'm still in training, ugh, stupid, stupid," Megha resisted the urge to tell her how funny she thought it was. Before Megha began her consoling, she noticed two feet under a stall with the door closed. Her eyes widened, and she silently pointed to them, and she and Jessie left the bathroom as quickly and quietly as possible.

Meanwhile, in Sher Not's castle, Sher Not was still sitting at his computer, oblivious to the fact that his recent catch had flown the coop. He just sat there muttering to himself, "dead, alive, dead, dead, alive, alive, dead, alive, dead, dead..."