Brudder

Chapter two: Spy

Koco's pov

On the rooftop next door to the biggest butter company in the world. I sit looking through Robert's office. In the dark, someone started to sneak up.

" Hello agent Sanchez," said the mysterious figure. I turned to look at them. " Hi, Martinez," I answer back. The dark figure is gray Martinez, my enemy. He works for Robert. Making sure that nobody is spying on them.

" You know what I have to do now' he said while putting up his fists. '' of course,'' I bow to them. Gray bows back.

"You're still so formal, agent," Gray exclaimed.

" Well I always have to be." a remarkable comeback to agent Martinez. We stare at each other. Gray took the first swing. My acro class finally comes in handy. I do a back handspring. With a light landing. Ducking under Gray's attempts to kick me. From flipping over them. I push them back to make them fall off the roof. I look off the side. Gray had boots plastered to the glass wall.

" HAVE FUN GETTING UP" I yell to Martinez. I start heading down all the floors. On my motorcycle, I speed down the empty city streets. Once I got home. I open my door. Trying to get all my spy gear back into my secret room behind the bookshelf. After that terrible workout, I head straight to bed. Flopping on the bed. The blanket's edges flare up. Getting up was a hassle. Changing and turning all the lights off in my apartment. Laying in bed just waiting for my eyes to close. The morning light shines through the blinds. Tossing out of bed. I walk to my kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal. Nice morning showers always woke me up. The uniforms at my new job are unique. I wonder who made them. Okay checking if we have everything. Wallet, check. Glasses, check. Water bottle and phone. Check and check. Shoes on. Now let's go. Walking out the door with my helmet and keys. A swift kick over my bike. The engine sounds like a beauty. My motorcycle and I speed down the highway. Getting to the butter company in minutes. Once pushing through the big doors, I head up fifty thousand floors. I get out of the elevator. To be welcomed by Robert.

" Hey you must be Koco." he approaches me.

" Yeah," I answered. Beep! The elevator says someone is on this floor. Anticipation fills the room. Is it agent Martinez? Or is it a bigger person? Knock knock!

" Come in shay" yelled Robert from inside the office. He walked into the office

" Hello, Shay." Mr. Ronald welcomes him. " Shay, I would like you to meet Koco," Ronald jesters to me

"and show her how to work everything. Okay.".

"Okay boss," Shay said. Shay and I go down into the cold butter-making room. I turn to shay after the tour.

" Shay, right?" I questioned.

" Yeah, what do you need?" he answered.

" Well I was wondering why your photo is in the big guy's office?" my voice sounds questioning.

"It's because I'm the best employee in this factory." Shay said proudly, " That's why I showed you around.". I looked at Shay with squinted eyes. Then I turned around and left. Without saying thank you or anything. The day was done. Hurrying to my bike. I was going to spy on shay. The so-called " best employee" does this after work. Waiting till he gets on the very overcrowded bus. Watching him get off. Shay turns his head and I sprint around the corner. I decided that spying on Shay was not a priority. Going home. The relief flows around the room. Taking the biker gear off and letting my limbs adjust to the cold air. Beep! The kettle notifies me that it's done boiling my water. Pouring the water into my bowl with my ramen in it. Trying to find a crime documentary on Netflix was easy. Starting the Jeffrey Dahmer series. Sitting on my couch with chopsticks in one hand and a bowl of noodles in the other. Watching how Jeffery Dahmer wasn't found or discovered after so many people suffered. Once the episode was done. I was ready for bed. Flopping onto the nice soft bedding. Curling up into the blankets.