I run in shock to where the unknown man is. I see him standing there, rigid gun still pointed, one hand frantically running through his dark brown hair, and a wild look in his hazel eyes. My eyes follow to where his gun is pointed and I see the splatter of blood behind the man with the sack on his head. The burlap sack is now stained red all over and the bright red blood runs down the neck of the dead man slowly dripping onto the floor. With my mouth ajar, turn my attention back to the dense-headed 'intelligence agent' who just fucked up my assignment.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?" I scream at him
"My assignment was to kill him." He says calmly.
"He needed to be interrogated!" I snap back. " You know what, I fucking hate you! You just fucked up my entire assignment and this entire case!"
"So you are an agent after all" He says softly. "If you're not American you must be Canadian or something of the sort"
"I'm not talking to you, and I'm certainly not revealing my identity to you" I counter. "Look I'm supposed to be getting picked up in a few minutes with an alive but captured fugitive, not with a fugitive who just had his brains blown out!"
Shit, I don't know what I'm gonna do now. If this guy is really American intelligence Maple should've been informed about him, but I wouldn't put it past the Americans to run a kill mission on someone they know we already captured. As I'm pondering my dilemma I hear the familiar screech of tires outside the building, I dart to the rusted door and open it to see a black van with dark tinted windows. I knock thrice on the window and it opens to reveal my boss Maple. Obviously, Maple isn't her actual name but we're not allowed to reveal our real names to anyone we work with in case we get captured.
"Maple, umm we have an issue." I say gingerly
"You didn't acquire the target?" She asks as she steps out of the van.
"No, I did but there's some guy in there claiming to be American intelligence." I tell her. "And he shot the target"
"What?" she exclaims.
I can see the anger in her eyes as her platinum blonde hair glints under the dim moonlight. I trail behind her as she whips open the rusted door.
"So you're the knucklehead the FBI sent." Maple says in a matter-of-fact tone. The American agent looks at her running his hands vigorously through his hair.
"Um, yeah" He responds timidly.
He looks uneasy and uncomfortable, like he's about to throw up. It's a huge change in demeanour from the man that was fighting me only minutes ago. His eyes nervously dart around the room before they rest on me. I feel the familiar heat in my cheeks build up again. Fuck, I can't be thinking like this. My brain is telling me to rip him to pieces, but my body is betraying me. No matter how hard I try to control my body's reaction I can't.
"What's your codename?" Maple snappily asks.
His eyes quickly move away from mine and he looks to the floor as he says "Darcy".
I can't help but let out a chuckle at the codename which earns me a death glare from 'Darcy'.
"Care to enlighten me about what's so funny?" Darcy snarkily asks me.
"Well, I mean Darcy is only the most overused reference to classic literature." I say in between giggles. "Anyone who uses Darcy as a codename is a dewy-eyed romantic who has no real interest in classic literature, but just wants to sound smart" I state.
"Okay, well if my codename is so laughable then what's yours?" He asks while glaring at me.
"It's Dorian" I respond.
His eyes widen and his brow arches as soon as I respond.
"Oh, okay..." He mumbles.
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Lãng mạnI promised myself this wouldn't happen. But it did. Oh well, what can you do? She's quick-witted, intelligent and fierce He's persistent, loyal and menacing They're both agents, but it's a match made in hell. DISCLAIMER: THERE WILL BE MENTION O...
