Bang and Burn 2: Compromised {Dreamnotfound}

Chapter 2

"Alright, George. Everyone is in place. Work your magic, and get out fast. We're only here for information and nothing more."

George adjusted his blue bowtie. "You got it, Dream." He rolled his head until it popped, then headed into the casino to meet up with an agent he had never met before.

Since Forte began receiving funding from Clay, he had been working on expanding the company, eventually buying out an agency that handled lower-profile cases. While fighting to take down Illumina, they had been handling common missing people, theft, and domestic violence cases. One of the teams had discovered that what was supposed to be a missing person case was much more than they could handle and were ready to hand off the investigation to agents who were better suited for the job. That was all the information they had. Clay offered to meet the team at Forte, but they refused, believing that it was too dangerous.

So now, they had to meet at a casino full of drunk people looking to blow away their paychecks at a chance to hit it big.

George never saw the appeal in gambling. Losing everything, just for a slim shot at winning, seemed counter-productive in his eyes. He'd rather stick with what he had than risk it all for a chance at something more. Some may call him a coward for his way of thinking, but he didn't care. Better safe than sorry.

All of the flashing lights from the game machines around him were hypnotising, each one making him more and more distracted. The strong smell of alcohol began to throw off his senses as well. Had he not seen Nick standing at a slot machine nearby, he may have forgotten he was there to do a job. Nick playfully winked at him, making George smile.

Nick looked away and pressed his finger to his earpiece. "I got him to smile. 404 is golden. Now we just have to find this chick and bounce."

"What do we know about her?" George asked as he scanned the rows of games.

"She's nearly the same height as Dylan. She's got short blonde hair and blue eyes. She said she'd be wearing a red dress. I believe she's German," Clay explained.

Down one of the rows, George spotted Wilbur, who looked shocked. They locked eyes for a second as George walked by. "Did she give a name?" Wilbur asked.

"Nihachu," Clay responded.

"Oh my fucking god," Wilbur mumbled.

"You good?" Nick asked.

"Just peachy," Wilbur responded, sounding floored.

George continued looking down the rows of games until he noticed a blonde woman leaning against a slot machine, holding a glass of wine in her hand. Wrapped around one of her wrists was the same kind of communicator other Forte agents used and she held a large purse that was capable of hiding files. He pushed past the crowd until he reached her, then smiled. After picking up a few tips from Finnster, George had no problem being charismatic and flirty. He was finding that as long as he felt confident, it was something that came naturally to him.

He leaned against his arm he propped up beside her head. He gave a sultry half-smile. "Hi there. What's your name?"

She covered her mouth as she giggled. "Okay, you're good."

George smiled widely when he heard her accent. "I believe I was supposed to meet you here."

"404?" She asked.

"The one and only."

She shook her head as she reached into her purse. "You know, I was taught how not to get myself honey-trapped, yet here I am, swooning over some other agent."

George's smile faltered. "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

She laughed again as she handed him a manilla folder with some paper in it. "It's half sarcastic. You're cute, so I see why you're working with one of the top teams, but you're not my type."