Woohp's Total Spies: Prime Heads And Schemes In Sydney!

Chapter 8

Sam and Alex were currently in the backseat of May Richie's car. The woman herself wasn't driving unlike the last time they'd been in her car.

In the driver's seat, there was a grown man in his late forties at least. He wore a black suit and red tie, had a fade cut- he was an aboriginal, tan skinned with long black hair.

The man was a bodyguard like Kennedy. His name was David Peller, a man praised by May Richie for his breathtaking success rate in his jobs.

According to her, he had once protected a parliament member from open gun fire back in the 90s- he was the only one of two surviving members of that six member guard team that had been tasked with escorting the house member when they were ambushed on the road.

Faced off against five assassins, with only a pistol, a torch and an important political figure to protect, he had somehow survived the ordeal.

It made sense that May Richie had called such a person over. They needed all the protection possible to keep the Prime Minister safe. Tomorrow after all, was the day he would be making a public statement, signalling he was doing fine after the attack at the debate.

"Sorry for calling you on such short notice, Mr. Peller," said May Richie.

"My pleasure, Miss Richie," replied Mr. Peller. "It's a pleasure working with you again. Last time I was called to protect a government member was Mr. Murtough, Minister of Education about what- four months ago?"

The man smiled, taking his eyes off the road for just a split second as he glanced at May Richie. "I've been itching to get back into business."

"Good, because we have a bit of pickle in our hands," said May, turning to face Sam and Alex. "Girls, would you care to explain the situation?"

"There's an assassin on the loose, actively trying to kill Mr. Caleb Bairstow," stated Sam.

Mr. Peller made a look of surprise, raising an eyebrow.

"So I heard as well- gutsy he's still insisting after about a week," said Mr. Peller. "You'd think he'd be discouraged with the bulk in the Prime's personal security."

"He also has our friend, Clover held hostage in an attempt to get us to give him the Prime Minister on a plate."

"I repeat- really gutsy, this guy," said Mr. Peller, with the shake of the head. "Anything else to fill me in on?"

"We already have the mastermind behind everything behind bars," said Alex. "Kelvin Carlisle has admitted to all the charges- but it seems there's no stopping the assassin. He's intent on finishing his job."

Sam and Alex had been surprised by the manner in which Kelvin Carlisle has spoken in his interrogation. He continually reiterated the fact that his 'old man', Matt Carlisle wasn't an accomplice and it was all his doing.

His reason? They still remembered what had been said during his confession.

"My reason?" Kelvin Carlisle chuckled when asked. He had now been strapped of his battle armor, now in all green prison clothes. "I had already gotten on my father's good side. He already promised me that I would be running the resort come next January- until that damned prime minister had to take everything away from me!"

"You- don't you dare talk bad about my father again!" exclaimed Saraline, gritting her teeth. She was held back by Kennedy before she could close in on Kelvin.

"Oh, please," Kelvin Carlisle scoffed. "Caleb Bairstow claims to be a righteous man, but he took someone else's property by using his power and influence."

"Despite the fact you just insulted my uncle to my face," said Wesley with a glare. He was wearing a black sweater and white jeans, Nicole by his side, who was in a white and red polka dot dress. "Why don't you tell us about your guy? Why did he kidnap Clover? He should know you've been apprehended by now, so why not let her go and forget about killing The Prime Minister? Why not abort the mission?"