THE ELITE AGENT

29. NO COMMENT.

Eighteen's POV:

Immense relief. That's what I felt when Alex jumped out of the bridge into the river. Since I was the one who was in front of him, I quickly rush forward to see him break the surface of water as he disappears under it.

The other FBI agents were quick on their tows, especially Elijah, as they peer down to see the ripples on the water. The shots of bullets resonated as they fired it continuously where Alex just dived in. Before I could hold myself back, I shout the order.

"STOP!"

My voice held profound authority which made the whole FBI squad to cease the firing. And why did I say stop? I have no miniscule fragment of idea.

"If he dies, who do you think is gonna take responsibility for it?" I ask the FBI. They look one another, in uncertainty or maybe fear, waiting for someone to talk.

"He's a criminal," I hear someone say.

"And we need him alive. If you plan on killing him, then you better plan on getting answers out of a corpse as well."

Everybody stays quit after that. Except one. One daring person who has guts to play with fire. None other than Elijah, of course.

"For someone who holds the first place in agency, you tend to miss a lot of shots. And your driving is of concern right now, Agent Eighteen."

I clench my teeth and look straight at his brown eyes. He does look slightly scared but holds his ground. Appreciable for someone this young who want to stand up against me. But just because a kangaroo can jump doesn't mean it can beat a Lion.

I turn my full attention to him, the agents behind him patiently waits for our orders. I don't give any as my eyes stays concentrated on him. Rage. Anger. The more we waste time on staring contest, the more time for Alex to escape. It's a win-win for me. But Elijah must be put to rest. He can't keep being on our tails. It would have been easy if he was a criminal but unfortunately, he is director's son himself. And though I regret, I have to use that move. One move which will crumble him and will not make him follow our tails. Hopefully.

"How's Céline?" I ask, in a whisper, so only he could hear. His face changes slowly. Arrogant grin turns into a straight line. His eyes widen as his face loses color. Confusion changes into anger real quick when he narrowed his eyes infinitesimally. Arrow hit the bullseye.

"How—How do you know her?" He seethes through clenched teeth. His ears and nose almost turn red with his fury. I know I am getting myself into trouble, but I had no other choice.

"I did my homework," I shrug casually. If it's possible, he turned even more scarlet. It seems like if there were no one else, he would have for sure pulled his gun on me. Too bad. We have an audience.

Still heaving angrily, he turns around. "Get down through the other side of the bridge and find him. He should not escape." The FBI squad immediately jumped into action.

I nod at our playacting agents, and they do the same. After fifteen minutes, with traffic now slightly cleared, the agents seem to not find Alex anywhere.

Hum. I wonder why?

I stood on the side of the bridge and peer down to see FBI swamp the whole place, tearing the place apart to find Alex. None succeeded. What a shame.

"You shouldn't have dragged Céline into this. Now that you did, pray your teammate doesn't get caught in my hands."

"You blow your own trumpet a lot Agent Anderson." I say, not glancing at him as my eyes stayed focused on the river in front of me. I take a glance at my watch and sigh. "I would really like to stay back and talk, but I have a lot of paperwork to do," I take a step back and nod my head. "Farewell, Agent Anderson."