A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
"To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it!"
- Charlie Chaplin
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Eventually, Mix has stopped crying and let go of Earth.
"Are you okay?" Earth asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Mix said, nodding his head with a little smile.
"Are you sure? We can continue this next time if—"
"I'm sure, besides there is not much to say about how I know that you are a secret agent," Mix put a hand on Earth's knee, rubbing it lightly. "It was a few weeks ago. Kit called me and told me he has something on you and that I should meet him or he won't tell me. To be honest, I really didn't want to see his face, but I was curious. When we met, he told me, with a proud face, that you are a secret agent and that I was a fool to fall for your lies."
A huge smile appeared on Mix's face. "You have no idea how much pleasure I got from looking him straight in the eyes and asking if he has something else to tell me that I don't know already. You should saw his face, priceless." Mix laughed.
"Wait, hold up a second. You knew before?" Earth was puzzled.
"I can't say I knew, but I was almost sure. We aren't as good of a secret agent as we think we are, are we?" Mix teased.
"But, how?" Earth scratched his head.
Mix stood up and sat on Earth's lap. He was starting to really like this VIP spot. "I'm not sure what it was, but there was something off about you since the beginning. And then I remember seeing the exact photo you had in your house in the news. They were saying something about a racer helping to catch a drug dealer or something. While it didn't tell me that you are an agent, it definitely told me that you had worked with cops before."
"That's it?"
"Uhm."
"Wow, aren't you a smart cookie?"
"Smart cookie, really, Earth?" Mix laughed.
"Yes, my smart cookie," Earth said and nuzzled his head into Mix's neck, careful not to hurt his nose even more.
"This feels nice." Mix moaned in contentment.
"Yeah, but it would felt even better if my nose was okay," Earth mumbled.
Mix pulled himself away from Earth's embrace and asked him, worried, "does it hurts?"
"Uhm," Earth pouted.
Mix stood up from Earth's lap and took his hand, "Then let's go see a doctor."
But before Mix could make another step, Earth pulled him back to sit down, "wait, I might have someone more discreet I can call."
Mix tilted his head and watched Earth as he pulled out his phone and waited for the person on the other side of the line to pick up.
