THE ELITE AGENT

18. FBI.

Alex's POV:

Frustration. That's what I feel right now. Sitting in the backseat of my own car as I watch Ben and Liam bicker about volcanic eruption. And to add more frustration, I lost rock paper scissors to Ben and now he's driving my car. I watch how recklessly he drives with clenched teeth.

All of sudden, I feel someone with a razor scratch against my windpipe on the inside. I let out a string of coughs and wipe my nose. Maybe getting drenched in the rain wasn't really a good idea. And my best friend decided to give me a warm good morning greeting today. What a merry life!

"Ben, slow down," I warn him when he overtakes a truck. I lean forward to have a better look at the speed limit. My eyes immediately widens.

"Ben, I need you to slow down right now!" I hiss. I definitely don't wanna die in a car accident. I would rather die in a cool way.

"Calm down, I am not that bad of a-Argh!" he doesn't complete his sentence as he crashed into the side of someone's car. He immediately slammed the brake so impact wasn't awful but it might have dented the car. Not mine, but the one he crashed with. The sudden brake almost knocked the breath out of me. I unbuckle my seatbelt in panic.

"Shall I just drive past like none of this happened?" Ben asked timidly. I glare at him and open the door to step out. I step forward to see what impact Ben left on the other person's car. There was a slight dent as expected. I walk forward to see the driver grumble something as he opened his door and got out.

He looks like a teenager and I am already feeling my head ache when I think the wrath of a teen who's car we almost smashed. Ben and Liam also got out as they stood beside me. The teen walked towards us angrily. His hands clenched when he saw the dent on his car.

"Which one of you drove the car?"

I and Liam obediently point towards Ben. And Ben was also proud to point himself. Flaunt it Ben, you indeed made a great achievement by smashing someone's car.

"You! Do you have any idea how much it cost me to finally purchase this?!"

"I don't know, it's an old model so.."

"You son of a miser! I swear to god I'll put you behind the bars!"

"Well, I assure you, I am no son of miser. And about being behind bars, I would love to," Ben said to him and looked at me as I shake my head. "I asked dad to let me have a new experience of being in prison but he won't let me. It's about time I get my wish fulfilled."

After hearing this, the teenager infront pushed Ben angrily which made him stumble. I glare at the teen. If the fight is verbal, I have no objection but if fight gets nasty, I might have to step in. And no one has the right to hurt Ben except his own teammates.

"Hey, step back!" I say, trying to intervene but the teen had his eyes trained on Ben. Through my peripheral vision, I notice Liam with his phone up, recording everything.

"Do you know who I am?" The teen hissed. His eyes did have the young blood ferocity. I turn to see Ben place a finger under his chin as he stroked, pondering over the question.

"Well, you're definitely not Charlie from the chocolate factory so I don't see any need to know you."

Ben really needs to stop with the jokes. The teen after hearing Ben's latest statement seems like he's boiling hot lava. You can cook an egg on his head if you want. Sadly, I don't have an egg with me at the moment.

Before I could realise, the teen decked at Ben but Ben was quite fast. He immediately stepped back. I stand in front of Ben stopping the teen from trying to hit him again.

"I said step back. I know we cost you, I am ready to pay for it. How much do you want?" I ask. He turns his glare towards me. Does he really think I would get afraid of his glare? Seriously? I've been growing up watching Eighteen's glare my whole life. This is nothing when compared to her.

"I don't want your filthy money," he declares with his clenched teeth. "I am gonna put you behind bars. All three of you!"

I sigh. "Kid, that's not gonna happen. Take the money."

He smirks as he reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls out something which looks quite familiar and shows off to our face.

His batch.

"Agent Anderson, FBI."

"Anderson? Son of the director of FBI?" I ask. The teen raised his eyebrow.

"You know my father?"

"Why would I not? He is very well known at my workplace."

"And where do you work?"

I display a smile this time as I show off my batch.

"At the agency of course."

Agency and FBI are not on good terms right now. The conflict of who's better at serving the country and keeping it safe has created some unspoken hatred.

Though chief pushed his hand forward towards truce, the director was just putting out a show like they are in peace with us but holds on to every opportunity to point out our flaws.

Even when the war occurred, the FBI, rather than appreciating us for catching the slippery fish, they started to bash us over authority and guidelines. I mean, we caught the world's renowned terrorist. Cut us some slack.

"Agent twenty-two," he said as I nod my head.

"Agent Anderson, I understand denting your car wasn't right of us. Agency will contact you tomorrow so we can cover for the damages."

I walk away as Liam focuses camera on everyone, including agent Anderson, who is fuming. I push Ben to sit in the back seat as I decided to drive the car myself. I don't want to get into another accident.

Just before I could get in, I feel someone place their hand on my shoulder. I turn around and raise my eyebrow.

"We will meet again. And it won't be a good day for you."

I display my usual smile.

"I am looking forward to it."

With that I shut the door and start driving to the nearby store.

"I can explain why I almost smashed..."

"Not a word Ben," I say as I swirl the car, taking a turn and stopping the car by the store.

"But..."

"You know what happened last time, don't you? I don't want them to have a chance to look down on us."

"Fine, I understand," Ben mumbles with his head down.

"Do you really?" Liam asked.

"Nope," He says, raising his head and smiling like a crack head. I shake my head and walk into the store.

Hopefully there's a normal shopping day with no surprises. But that's too much to ask for, isn't it?

Alex: God, teens these days are really annoying.

Ben: Excuse me?

Alex: Not you. I was talking about that FBI agent. Hopefully I never meet him ever again.

Author: *clears throat* Yeah, sure.