Why aren't you dressed!?

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"No..No-NO!! PLEASE!!

BANG!!

"Good job, Agent," the person says into the com that's in my left ear, as I put the gun back into its holster where it was before.

"Mission complete."

_____Three weeks earlier_____

Knock knock!!

Uugh!!

Knock knock!!

"Aaah!!" I groaned, yanking off my covers "Someone is definitely gunna die today" I say mumbling as I reach opening my bedroom door and marching downstairs.

Who the heck is up at. . .who knows what time in the morning, knocking on my door!!..

Making my way down the hall, seeing through the wooden glass door of my house, I see a figure and roll my eye once I realized who it was.

"What!?" I say, opening the door to the culprit, as you can see not really in the mood this morning.

"Why aren't you dressed!?"

What in the world?! I scoff mentally trying not to roll my eyes.

"it's Sunday, why are you at my house??" Narrowing my eyes. "Really?? You have got to be kidding me" says mumbling the last part so that I couldn't hear, while shoving me to the side interning my house.

"We're supposed to meet up with Bret."

"For what??" I say closing the door and following behind into the living room.

"What's the meet-up for??" We mostly have our meetings by the end of the weekdays...Not weekends.

My right ear starts to itch...

"I don't know, he texted in the group chat that we had to meet up, but didn't say why though."

I start itching my right ear...

"I thought you knew, but clearly.." sizing me up and down "..you don't but whatever it is has to be important since he's calling it."

"Now come on."

I groan already knowing where this is heading.

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