THE ELITE AGENT

2. STICK TOGETHER.

Elena's POV:

Politeness. A foreign word for me. All I do is kill people for a living. Bad people. And expecting me to be polite is like expecting a mountain to move on its own.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" I turn to see Alex ask a customer, way too politely with a smile. Easy for him. He was born polite.

"A coke and two large fries please," I hear his costumer say. Alex eyes settles on the computer as he quickly notes the order.

"That would be four dollars and seventy five cents," He says with a permanent smile like any regular employee would greet the customer. Is it really that easy to be friendly with unknown strange customers? Maybe I am the only one who hates humans in general.

I sigh as I fix my cap and turn to the customer who stood in front of me.

"What do you want?" I ask, grumpily. The teenager placing his arms on the counter and smiles.

Gross.

Another reason to hate human race. I don't really understand what's wrong with Instagram generation. Few good looks and they think they rule the world. Goodness gracious, they need a reality check.

This is all Ben's fault. He was the one who suggested this undercover foolish idea.

"Carl Miller. Drug dealer. Age unknown. Would be trading drugs at 22, Avenue street according to sources."

"So, what's the plan," I hear chief ask. I complete reading the file and shut it close. I was expecting a bigger mission but life doesn't work that way.

I look up, slightly leaning against the chair. Dad looks at me expecting me to voice out my thoughts.

"Since it's in middle of the city with no alleyway, where do you think they might trade the drugs?" I ask. I notice Ben spin the pen on the table, smiling giddily like a child who just discovered the shut off of light while slowing closing the refrigerator. Liam on the other hand, got hold of his pen and threw it on the spinning pen, successfully stopping it. Then there was a pen fight which I and chief decided to ignore. Alex kept tapping his finger rhythmically on the table, immersed in his thoughts.

My gaze turns towards Jen to see her rapidly type on her laptop with one hand, and fix her glasses with the other. A ping was heard which was accompanied by a satisfied smile by Jen.

"At MacDonald," I hear her say. She is always the first to answer any riddle. But this particular answer doesn't seem right.

"Too many civilians with hunger and too many possibilities of being caught. I don't think it would be a suitable place."

"Not suitable but safe. I am positive about it. Look," She says and turns her laptop towards me. I narrow my eyes as I look at the map of avenue street, processing everything. "There is no other way for them. It either MacDonald or the sources were wrong."

I nod to myself. If it is so then we need to plan our positions. "Okay. If it is MacDonald, we need to plan where we will be situated. I, Alex and Jen will hide on the other side of the road, Liam and Ben can act like pedestrians."

"Perfect," I hear Alex say. Liam nods in agreement. I look at chief for his confirmation. He smiles and nods once.

Timidly, I see Ben raise his hand. My eyes widen slightly, thinking of what he has planned. Ben's mostly quiet during conference, but when he innocently raises his hand, you can bravely conclude you're doomed.

"I object," Ben said. Alex immediately stiffens. My eyes narrow inquisitively. What's wrong with him?

"And why do you object?"