Agent Charming || ❀

Chapter 11 part 3/3

Opal and Lucas had been placed in separate rooms, each one being interrogated. Opal already had a plan, she just had to hope Lucas was smart enough not to reveal anything.

"What were you sent here for?" The guy slammed his hands on the table loudly, attempting to scare her.

"Well my friend said you guys have the best sex on the beach and that I just had to come here if that's what you mean."

"Stop playing dumb."

"I'm not playing dumb, I just am. It's tragic really my dad got me tested like a bazillion times but I didn't have anything so I guess it's just natural. I guess Ds aren't that bad especially if they match the upstairs if you know what I mean." Opal rambled, attempting to sound like just another dumb college girl. At the last part she stared into his eyes flirtatiously.

"I'd really hate to hurt that pretty face but you're making awfully tempting."

"I'm tempting?" Opal raised out of her seat, face inches apart from his, eyelashes batting together bashfully "You know the sex on the beach was really disappointing, think maybe you could give me a taster?"

"Well uh look I know you work for the um agency and I'm not going to fall for that partial method." His words came out chocked, what Opal had said clearly effecting him.

"Agency? Like a letting agency? Or one of those big lawyer companies?"

"No, the agency agency." The guy practically growled, anger rising.

"That's a funny name for a business. What they sell?"

"No stupid, the spy organisation you work for."

"I'm not a spy silly. Well not unless someone requests it. I mostly do cops, nurses, business women, assistant, a lot of people like nuns for some reason." Opal listed,
using her fingers to count them.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"My job, I'm a stripper."

"You are?" He seemed genuinely confused, Opal could tell her act had worked.

"Yes! Did you think I was some cool detective or something? Is this because of my boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend? You're dating that douche?"

"Yeah but not any more he totally blew me off all night. Is he into some bad stuff?" Opal fake pouted at him.

"Yeah sweetheart he is. But I'm a good guy. How about I take you out instead?"

"Oh I'd love that.Can you get me my bag so I can freshen up before we go?"

"Of course." He turned around and walked over to a small set of drawers in the corner that held hostage items.

"Thanks baby."

"Here you go."

"Before we go, just one thing."

"Yeah?"

"One thing you should know as a spy is never trust anyone."

"Wha-" before he could finish his sentence, Opal pulled out her lipstick, a specially designed device that was a taser in disguise. She tasered him quickly before he could fight back, causing him to pass out. Grabbing his arm Opal pulled the foldable handcuffs out her bag and cuffed him to the table leg.

Opal checked he was securely locked in before grabbing her bag she quietly sneaking out the room. Observing the halls she noticed they were completely empty, everyone seemed to be off doing something else in the club.This worked perfectly for her as she could find Lucas without interruption. The only problem was the cameras placed at each turning in the hall, that would spot her and ruin everything. Luckily for her she had remembered the device she invented last year. It was one of her greatest accomplishments, it was a walkie talkie that could connect to frequencies and mess with them, if she could connect with the cameras she could turn them off.

Once Opal successfully switched off the cameras she made her way throughout the halls to find Lucas. After a while she began to grow frustrated, every room seemed to be empty. Eventually she reached the last room, he had to be in there. However when she opened the door he wasn't in there.

"Looking for me?" Lucas' voice sounded behind her.

"Why weren't you in a room?" Opal questioned, confused as to why he had been let out.

"What?"

"A room. You weren't in a room. Why?"

"Don't be so paranoid." Lucas muttered, waving a hand at her dismissively.

"I'm not being paranoid it was just a question."

"I escaped ages ago." He bragged, folding his arms over his chest in pride.

"So did I but I've been looking for your dumb arse." Opal huffed, pushing him back slightly with her hand.

"Okay well maybe instead of fighting we could get out of here before we get caught."

"Sure whatever. So how did you get taken by the way?"

"What?"

"You say that a lot."

"You confuse me a lot." Lucas jested, pulling a childish face at her.

"Are you avoiding the question?"

"No I just don't get the question."

"I took down my guy. We could have gotten out easy but you had to go and get a gun to your head."

"I was tired and caught off guard give me a break."

"Sure you aren't rusty?"

"I don't get rusty." Lucas practically shouted at her, ego clearly hurt. "Sure you aren't rusty from Peru?" He added defensively.

"Are you ever gonna let that go?"

"What that instead of facing your emotions like a normal, healthy person you ran off to Peru? No I'm not."

"I thought you wanted to stop fighting."

"At least we're walking this time."

"Sure."

"Hey what the hell are those two doing out?"

"Crap." Opal and Lucas shouted simultaneously.

"Run to the car?"

"Yup." With that that both bolted towards the exit, guards in pursuit.

"What exactly is the plan."

"Protocol 68." This protocol was in place for car chases. There was a huge route in place that was used to throw off anyone who chased an agent. Along the way there were several safe houses as to not lead them back to the agency.

"No, no, no. Absolutely not."

"We're doing it."

"I am not going on that crazy drive with you."

"You can stay here if you want."

"Fine let's go."
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So Lucas and Opal will be staying at the safe house together alone, with no one to stop them murdering each other. What could go wrong?