The Undercover 8

Being Recruited and Fights

Three Months Later

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Anya sat at a local restaurant, eating a burger and some fries. She wore a hat, a leather jacket, a navy blue shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. She sat at the table closest to the door.

Nobody dared to bother her, she looked unapproachable. The restaurant was quiet, only two other people, besides the waitress. A elderly couple sat three seats away from her, quietly talking about their grandson's wedding.

Anya looked up away from the book she was reading when the bell rang on the door. Four men walked in, dirty and drunk. You could smell the alcohol on them. Anya looked away and minded her own business. She didn't know why someone would even drink at this time of day, considering it was only 12:37, when she looked at her watch.

The men walked up to the bar, sat down, and started to order. "Give me a beer." One demanded. The waitress, whose name tag said "Caroline" said, "Sorry sir, but we don't sell beer here, especially at this time of day."

The man groaned and suddenly stood up. "Listen here, girl! Give me some damn beer." Caroline flinched and took a step back. The elderly couple watched, wishing they could help the poor waitress.

"Excuse me, young man. The waitress said that there is no beer here. Maybe you should check the place down the road." The elderly man said, his voice soft and kind. Another one of the men stood up, making his stool hit the ground. He had brown hair.

"Shut up, old man!" The brown hair man yelled, making the elderly woman flinch. She looked at her husband and shook her head, signaling him to mind his own business. The elderly man sat down, listening to her. He was too scared to do anything else.

Anya silently watched from her seat, waiting for the man to make a move. The man with brown hair grabbed the waitress's arm and yanked her toward him. "Get us some damn beer!" He yelled. The waitress gasped and tried to pull her arm free.

"Let her go." Anya said. Everyone turned toward her. The man smirked, let go of the waitress, and walked toward her. Once he was at her table he said, "Who do you think you're talking to? Huh? What is a pretty girl like you doing here anyways?"

He reached out and grabbed one of her fries, Anya not even moving said, "Get your nasty hands away from me." The man's eyes widened and he roughly grabbed the hair and yanked her head back, so he could look at her face. "Shut you fucking mouth, little girl!" He fumed.

Anya grabbed his arm and bent it back, making him let go of her arm. The man cried out, yelling for the other man to help him. She punched the man to the ground.

The other three men walked toward her, so she sneakily grabbed her fork and hid it in her hand. Once the men reached her, the first one threw a punch. She tossed her hand out and stabbed him with the fork. The man cried out in pain, and cradled his bleeding hand.

The two men lept after her at the same time. One of them grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, while the other one punched her in the jaw.

She threw her head back and head butted the man in the nose, successfully breaking his nose. Once he fell to the ground she kneed the last man in the bad spot. He groaned and fell over.

Anya stepped over to him and started to walk toward the door, but stopped when the waitress suddenly hugged her. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Anya smiled at her. "No problem. Next time a man, or anybody tries to talk to you like that, punch them, or stab them with this." She said, as she handed her a small pocket knife.

She started walking away again and once she got to the door she turned around and smirked. Then, she walked out of the door and got in her car and drove off.

She headed to her small apartment complex, on the outskirts of the city. It took about 15 minutes to get there. Once she arrived and walked to the door she noticed that her front door was cracked open.

She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small knife. She slowly and quietly opened the door and walked in. Her door made a creaking noise as it opened, which made her silently groan. And as soon as she turned around the corner, a gun was pointed at her head. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" She gritted out.

A man with a black outfit and masked stood before her, and she couldn't tell who it was. "He's my new bodyguard." A voice behind her said. The man in the mask started to lower his weapon, which gave her the chance to attack him. She punched him in the jaw, and grabbed the gun and pointed it at his head.

"Calm down, Number One." The voice behind her said. Only one person actually called her that to her face. It was Mr. Nobody. Anya smirked and lowered her weapon. She turned around and faced him. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "What are you doing here?" She asked, as she walked up and hugged him. "Don't get sentimental on me." He said, as he hugged her back.

They pulled away from each other and he said, "I need your help. I need you for one last mission." Anya's eyebrows furrowed and she looked at the ground.

She shook her, "I don't have a team anymore. I haven't seen any of the team in 3 months. I don't even know where they are."

"I've already gathered them. All I need is you." He said, which shocked her. "There all in one place? Are they safe?" She asked. Mr. Nobody nodded. "They are perfectly fine. They are waiting for you, their leader."

"Fine. Under one condition." She said. He raised his eyebrows. "You can't make them do anything that they don't want to do. No matter what." She demanded. It took him a second before he answered, "Agreed. Now it's time to go." He walked out the door, the bodyguard following him. It took a second, but Anya eventually followed after him.

Once they were all in the car she asked, "How the hell did you even find me?" Mr. Nobody shrugged and laughed. She looked at him weirdly, which made the bodyguard laugh too.

He didn't answer her question, as the bodyguard drove off too who knows where, Anya looked out the window, watching the trees and houses pass by.