Gladiator In Black

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"Smells nice" Stella, my sister complimented.

"Thanks I've been up since 4am trying to make the perfect mixture " I leant over the tray again.

"I see", said Stella "that's why you had to mix it seven times?"
"I finally got it Stells,wanna taste?"

I handed one to her and I didn't have to turn around to know that she scrunched up her face .
She walked around the counter, throwing the cupcake into the bin on the way, picked up a new tray of cupcakes and placed it on the counter.

"Wow! You have that little faith in me?", I asked, completely forgetting the cupcakes I was attempting to ice.

"You'd have not had got
to know about these if you had such great culinary skills. Let's face it Fiona, cooking, baking is not your forte. Just keep doing whatever it is you normally do"

"Thanks Stells"

"Go get dressed . Happy Worker's day Fi"

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The elevator bell dinged. I stepped out, my backup cupcakes in hand.
I was dressed in the official GIB uniform, black trousers and tops. But I was never one for following the rules, so, my own version of a top was sports bra and a leather jacket.

"Fiona Glennane, my favorite girl in the building". My handler leaned casually against the wall, a folder in his hands.

"Good morning Arthur". I hooked my left hand in his right and gave him a cupcake.

"Happy Worker's Day"

"Hmm! Strawberry flavor! You made this yourself?"

"Yup! Been up since 4:30 am".

"Tell Stella I said they were nice"

"Busted"

We had already entered my department. I set the cupcakes on a table, not caring who owned it.

"So, what job do I have to do? I'm assuming you didn't call me away from my long-deserved vacation just to see my face".

"Come with me."

He led me to his office and as soon as we sat down he started briefing me. He switched on his tablet and the picture of a young man popped onto the screen of the table computer.

"Vlamidir Petkoff, cousin to Russian Prime Minister Viktor Petkoff. We've had intel over the past few years that Petkoff has been dealing drugs and arms. We've made it a point of duty to keep Vlamidir under watch. One of our assets, an air hostess on his private jet has been feeding us information. We gave her the AIW( all intelligence watch) ."

"You mean that watch Bobby created that can copy data from any device?"
"That one."
" When did the Agency launch it?" I asked, annoyed.
"That doesn't matter right now. The thing is, she went missing".
"Who did? "

Arthur loaded another picture onto the tablet

"Our asset, Mia Anderson. She was supposed to give us intel yesterday. She was last seen at her apartment yesterday"
"How is that my problem" I asked. I loved this feeling of being in power.

"Please, help us get her back"

" Uhm..."

"Her info has been sent to your tab. We need you Fi."

"I don't know Arthur..."

"That bike you wanted? Consider it yours"

He finally offered. I stood up.

"Excellent. That can be arranged". I walked out of his office.

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The one thing with assets was that they were someday bound to screw up. By then, you had to have prepared in advance.