Double Agent

○ twenty seven ○

There is no way you guys are building muscle like that," Damien groans, looking at our burritos, "Extra meat for both of these please! And extra extra for this one."

Anna and I watch as the server blinks slowly over the glass cabinet encasing the toppings and slathers more meat over the wraps, essentially making them chicken with a side of tortilla. She doesn't even bother to wrap Damien's quesadilla, dumping it in a takeaway bowl and handing it to him over the counter.

"God, pray that Rez doesn't see this," Anna shakes her head at the barbaric rendition of Mexican food, and I smile a little as I picture the short but stocky Mexican agent that trains with the boys. He would absolutely lose his mind.

The small tables outside our newfound abomination are all dirty and caked in birdshit. We stare disappointedly at the lack of seats. We try new places every day, but sometimes all three of us fail our intuition tests.

"You know what? We don't deserve this. We quite literally save the world on a daily basis. Damien, head to the field and bring the mats. Iz and I will be looking for some steals at a shop nearby."

"Yes sir, right away Mr. President," Damien salutes and walks off, leaving Anna and me to laugh at him. Damien is such a jumpscare. He's got the personality of a nerd in a killer body.

"I didn't know there was a field?"

"I don't think anybody else knows either. Found it by accident when I was training with Sherry. Damien begged me for this information. It's really beautiful this time of day, and it's not that hot."

We walk into a grocery store nearby, just a few blocks away from our fine-dining cover.

"So, I just thought you should know, Chagrin has approved Giordano's release. He's being monitored for a while but other than that we've got nothing left on him."

I nod in understanding, sliding a pack of cherries into the cart.

"He won't talk right? He knows we have more than enough information to put him behind bars for twice his lifetime." I pick up a block of elemental cheese.

"I don't think he will." Anna smiles reassuringly. Surprisingly, she adores Giordano, despite how prickly he is. I too have a soft spot for him. We nod at each other.

A quick selection of some pathetic cheeses, fruits and wine put us back on track back towards HQ.

It takes a good five minutes to round the neighbourhood and just beyond an old abandoned building right at the edge, is a bright green field stretching across a wide expanse. If I look far enough, I can almost see a lake in the distance glinting, reflecting the sun back to the earth. A slow breeze instigates the tufts of lazy grass and they entangle around each other, curling around wildflowers and weeds. A few trees shade a spot where a panting and sweaty Damien has laid a red and white chequered mat on the grass.

I almost laugh at the cliche, eyes unbelieving of the scene in front of me. As girls, we used to huddle around an old T.V. one of the convicts sold us, and somehow we managed to barely scrape through and access a few local channels on air, catching bits and pieces of life that I thought only existed in movies. The place seems so different from my broom cupboard room it's ironic.

"You can starve, we're hungry," Damien shoves half his wrap into his mouth in one go.

My feet cross under me as I pick up a piece of bread and cheese and put it into my mouth.

"It's not a charcuterie board, but we can pretend."

"Charcuterie. It's been twenty years and your French accent is still horrible."