AGENTS

Dollar bills

It was the next day and it was weird not waking up to twenty people. And Amy's group. But everyone that I like is still here so that's good. We were all put in a club. It was pretty loud, so many people drinking and dancing and lights. Steven told us that in this club, we'd be meeting billionaires that would be very important. We need to be a good representation of NightStrikers. So the billionaire would take us each into a room and talk to us. I was one of the last, to be taken into a room. The room he took us in was pretty quiet other than the muffled song playing in the background. It was dark and had a low light of purple from the ceiling. I couldn't see him very well until he turned on the actual white light. Omg..

"Hey, my name is-

"-Elon Musk? I'm aware!" I excitedly said. He chuckled.

"Glad to know. See I was just wanting to know, is the NightStrikers agency, reliable?" He asked.

"Of course. There are many ways that this agency shows its reliability. I mean yesterday, I almost died from falling out of a plane but, you know how it is." I sighed. Elon looked at me, frozen in his fake smile.

"Right. What about NightStrikers pay? I know you aren't the richest." He asked. I took a moment to think about it.

"Well, we're only just in training, so no pay. But I'm sure if its not money they'll pay us somehow." I shrugged it off.

"Yeah, I have a secret proposition for you. I want to offer you a guard job where you will be working with me instead. You'll have guaranteed money payed for you, more than doctors make!" Elon offered.

"Seriously?" I questioned, one eyebrow raised. I was suspicious at first.

"Yes. After I interview the last couple of people, I'll have you your paperwork to sign just to lock you in. I think you're special and you stand out from all others. You have serious potential." He complimented me. I was flattered and weirded out. It almost sounded too good to be true. Maybe the countless hours I stayed in my bed watching spy movies payed off. So no money. I really would like to take it but, I'm just not gonna leave NightStrikers.

"Thanks for your, significantly amazing offer. I'm a bit overwhelmed. I like my position at NightStrikers." I finished. He nodded and looked down to his feet then back at me with a more serious face.

"It was nice talking to you." For a moment, I thought I had made the wrong decision and were thinking about going back to Elon to accept the offer. But before I left the room, I heard a familiar voice.

"CJ." William called, dressed in the same thing as Elon, and sat in the same place as Elon. I assumed he used one of those gadgets that Matt used with William. William nodded, giving me a sign as in "good." I nodded back and walked out the room. Being met with the neon lights and loud music that made every wall in this place shake. I went by the bar and sat in an empty chair. I just drowned myself in my thoughts. I were staring at the middle of the bar where all the cups were and bottles. The bar was a full square, no walls in the middle. And you could see the people from all sides sitting.

I still wonder where my dad is. And what even happened to my house. Is my dad really a criminal? How am I not freaking the fuck out. If I connect the dots, it makes a little sense. Meetings with his friends that were in secret and I could never go downstairs. He always talked about weather. He would tune in for the weather reports all the time and stay posted on it but I thought that was just a dad thing. I saw the bartender make his way up to me which made me sit up on my chair. He held a drink in his hand.

"This is from that man." He says, placing it infront of me and pointing to the man. I follow his finger and tried to see the man but he was kind of hard to see, he was dressed in black.