When we land in Spain, it is 11 am. I couldn't sleep on the plane because Melvin, Sean and Chris decided to blast rap music with no mercy. I sat next to Alice throughout the rest of the plane ride, trying to sleep but it didn't work.
Once we land, Jack and Stones quickly escort us to a tour-looking bus. We literally ran out the plane with our suitcases & the small computer systems; undercover type shit. Jack and Stones say that we have to be o the run everywhere we go. The tour-looking bus actually looks like a tour bus inside, which is cool. It has a small bathroom and 12 bunk beds. It is gray and white and the seats are leathery. In the back, there is some type of sitting area to relax too.
Stones drives the bus while Jack stays with us in the small couch area in the front. Melvin and Chris quickly get to work on their laptops. Alice helps Jack activate the phones we will be using and all the other equipment. Sean and I bring out the earpieces and portable mics while they do that.
I quickly put them on. I can't deny my excitement, we actually will look like spies. The mic goes attached to the inside of my shirt if I decide to use it; I can also use the mic built inside the smart watch we will be using too that has a camera and many other beneficial functions. I put the tiny and unnoticeable ear-piece on and I fell all set.
"I feel like Simmons." Chris blurts out sitting down across the table from me. "...'You kids stay out of racing now'.." He says trying to mock Simmons's deep voice. We all blurt out laughing at how horrible the impression was.
"The ear-piece will get uncomfortable after a while. Eventually though, somehow, you will end up missing it after you don't use it for a while." Stones says from the front. "A love-hate relationship." The same relationship I have with the CIA right now.
After a good 30 minutes, Stones parks the bus in some deserted-looking hotel, I mean really, no one is here. We are in the middle of nowhere technically. We step out and wait until Jack and Stones register us in. We will stay here for the day, and tonight we head off in the bus to some unknown airport.
"Agent Chris 409 - , We are apparently live in some area: Unknown location." Sean says into his watch, touching his ear-piece. Alice starts laughing. They have been playing with the devices non stop. Well all of us, to be honest.
"Live? It ain't no news report". Alice says and we let out a small laugh.
"Copy that Agent Sean 467- Unrecognizable location. No signal by the way...There is a beautiful human being standing in-front of me though." Chris says smiling at Alice. I roll my eyes. Can he not make it so obvious that he likes her.
"Agent stupids, I'm going to rip yall heads if yall don't zip it" I say bringing the wrist that has the watch closer to my mouth. Everyone breaks in laughter.
We enter the hotel and it's very clean and suited to be in the middle of nowhere. Alice and I will share a room, since we are the only girls in the group. For security reasons, we can't leave the hotel for the next hours, unless we have either Jack or Stones by our side. I take a hot shower and put on some black joggers and a plain black T-shirt. All this black makes me sick...
Alice and I then head down to the mini restaurant they have here. The boys wait for us at a table. There are only a few people here and they turn their attention to us. I would too if I saw a whole squad, wearing black.
I eat some pork dish with lemon water and some veggie soup on the side. I swear, this food is made from the heavens. Melvin and Chris both get a meat dish with all these side orders. They looked like pigs man.
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