Treason

The snow was coming down so hard you could almost hear it on the roof of the little cabin. I was excited because with this snow at my cabin I knew it was going to be a great day skiing. I rolled out of bed onto the floor, bringing the covers with me. I pulled my stiff body off of the cold floor. As I opened the only window in my room the cold, dry, mountain air filled my nose. I was ready for work today, this was the first time we had gotten more than an inch of snow overnight. I walked to the local ski shop because it had a shuttle bus that went to the ski resort. I can get how a lot of people don't see the appeal to being a lift operator but it has its perks. I get to ski for some of the day, and I have no real responsibility, so it is perfect for me. 

When I was at the mountain it didn't snow that much but the powder was still good. My skiing break was at the end of the day so everyone already packed the snow down, except for some secret tree spots that only I knew about. Overall it was a great day on the mountain. All I wanted was a meal and some sleep. While I was on the bus back I looked out the window and I saw a scrawny man at my front door. He had a black coat with “FBI” boldly printed in yellow on the back. I got off the bus and snuck back to my cabin trying to not alert the FBI agent. I looked through my neighbor's hedges and saw my door slightly ajar. I didn't think that I did anything wrong. I mean, I was late on some bills after purchasing the snow ripper (a new pair of skis) but nothing worth the time of an FBI agent. I could hear him yelling “Ryder” over and over again looking for me. It sounded like he was also trashing the place, which was hard because it was already pretty messy. 

I didn't know what to do at first because my house was clearly occupied, so I went to the only McDonald's in town. It was the first building I saw. I was hungry and it had a little yellow sign in the window that said “safe place.” It seemed like the perfect spot so I went inside with all of my ski gears. I ordered and while I was waiting, the TV in the corner caught my attention. The headline on the channel 5 news said “TREASON IN LAKE CITY” with a sketch of me on the screen. 

I thought to myself, “No this must be a mistake, I have just been in lake city for the past 5 years working at the ski resort.”

 I finally got my burger and they messed up my order like they always did. Whatever, I was too tired to try and do anything about it. After I finished the mediocre burger. I wanted to go to bed, so I snuck back to my cabin. When I got inside I noticed that the The FBI agent left a card on my pillow. I brushed it aside to lay my head down. 

I just started to drift off to sleep when I heard it, a car slowly rolling up my driveway. I peeked out just in time to see the FBI agent. I started to panic and think at the same time, 

“There was only one door and the agent was walking towards it, I hadn't done anything wrong, and then he would hear the ancient windows try to open if I tried to hop out of one. So my only plan was to hide.”

 I jumped up out of bed and hid under all of my winter clothes that he had already thrown out onto the floor. Hopefully, he wouldn't look where he already searched, but then I started to panic because I heard the front door open. The footsteps were quiet but the floorboards and his keys were not. He eventually gave up being quiet after a particularly loud squeak, and shouted, 

“I know you're in here, Ryder.” 

The accent was foreign but I had no idea where from. I was thinking about where it could have been from, but just then I heard a second guy yell from the car, 

“Hey, Nikolai, what happened to being quiet? Nothing ever goes to plan with you.” 

“Maybe, if you didn't get the time wrong the first time he would have never suspected a thing.”

“Whatever dude.”

Nikolai continued his search like a lion that had its dinner stolen. He eventually came into my bedroom. I held my breath. I had only a vague clue where he was because I was under a pile of clothes, and couldn’t see. He barely missed me with his foot on the way into the room but he clipped me on the head  when he was walking out. My heart dropped. I felt sick but this was no time for feeling, I had to move, so I jumped up and started running. I didn't really have a plan, it was mainly just my flight response. This was not good because I ran straight into Nikolai. He forced me onto the ground and cuffed me yelling “I got him!, I got him!” He forced me into the car and shoved a rag into my face and the last thing I heard was Nikolai saying

 “He is the perfect identity to steal, he is just a ski bum, nobody will miss him.”