The Classified Files

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Lena Wilson

            “Team, spread out. The target is right there, by the bar,” I spoke through my communications piece, a silver sterling bracelet that I fiddled with as I surveyed the room quietly, inconspicuously.

            “Dragonfly, copy,” I heard the girls say, through my discreetly placed earpiece.

            Using a quick, tactful maneuver, I turned around and scanned for the all the locations of my team. “Alright,” I said, quietly. “Celeste, you go in first. See if you can flirt with him a little, get some information on him. Maybe even his hotel room, if you can.”

            “For sure,” she agreed, already striding purposefully towards him, hips swaying seductively.

            “We’ll be listening in,” I warned the dark haired beauty as she worked her magic. “Brianne, Renee, you have the exits covered?”

            They nodded, and I caught the movement through the corner of my eye, not even bothering to turn. “Zoe, everything clear?” I asked the brunette through my communications unit, who was stationed in an abandoned apartment across the street from the hotel we were currently in.

            “Yeah, there’s no danger as far as I can see.”

            Adjusting my earpiece carefully, I sat in a nearby chair, pretending to look over the wine selections the lobby offered. “What a doll,” I heard the man mutter under his breath, presumably as he looked Celeste over. Her microphone was highly tuned, allowing the most sensitive sounds to filter through.

            Stoic, I said nothing as I listened to their conversation. “So, what is a handsome man like you doing here alone?” Celeste asked carefully.

            “The better question is- what is a beautiful woman like you doing here?” he flirted back.

            “Scoping out men like you,” she winked at him and leaned forward slightly, elegantly holding her glass of blood red wine. If only the man knew just how true her statement was.

            Suddenly, I saw Celeste tense slightly. Cody must be talking to her through her communications unit, I mused. So far, I hadn’t heard anything from Luke, and I didn’t particularly want to. I assumed that meant I was doing a decent job.

            The target rambled on; unaware of the strange way she was behaving. “Celeste,” I hissed into my bracelet, “pay attention.”

            “Fancy a sinful night with me?” Celeste shot him a saucy smirk, pretending to gather her stuff and walk away.

            He seemed shocked for a moment, before allowing a similar expression to cross his face. “That was certainly forward,” he commented.

            She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “I get what I want. And what I want, is you,” she lowered her voice to a husky whisper.

            He swallowed, visibly affected. “Alright, meet me in room 690, at, let’s say, half-past six.”

            “Why so late?” Celeste whined, trying to dig for more information.

            “I have some business meetings to attend to,” he spoke. I laughed under my breath. Business meetings, my ass. “Deal?”

            She nodded. “Half-past six it is.”

            To be honest, it was the perfect time, as it gave us a full hour and half to prepare his room for the attack. “Did you swipe his room key?” I asked Celeste.

            She shook her head. “I didn’t think of it, she admitted.”

            I nodded. “It’s fine. Zoe can unlock it for us, anyways.”

            “Alright, Tiger, you head on up with Azure.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Renee and Brianne glance at each other and walk to the backup stairs. “Nova, do you have visuals?”

            Zoe spoke from the earpiece, her voice crackly with static. “Yeah, it’s all clear, Dragonfly. Rose is with you, right?” I slid a look towards Celeste.

            “Mhm,” I hummed in agreement, striding towards Rochelle, who was still surveying the room carefully. “I’ve got Angel with me too.”

            “Yes, I see you,” Zoe said.

            “This better work,” I muttered under my breath. I shuddered as I remembered what I had to endure through training. I would die for these girls. Every single one of them. Literally.