Detecting Love (ENEMIES TO LOVERS-DETECTIVES)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝟏𝟓: 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 (𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓻)

Nov 16-7 days left

Adrian and I found ourselves seated once more in the dimly lit meeting room, facing Miller, the enigmatic figurehead overseeing our clandestine operation. Our recent endeavors, the culmination of tireless days and nights, lay sprawled across the table-our findings, meticulous notes, and the outcome of thorough investigations involving Branko and James.

Miller, with a discerning gaze, perused our collated information, his finger tracing lines of significance while we awaited his judgment. Upon concluding his scrutiny, he offered a fleeting smile. "Impressive work, yet let's reserve our celebrations for when you execute the devised plan. Strategy is the heart of our mission, and that's what we must discuss."

"We've been coordinating closely with the department," I interjected.

"Indeed, but we require something more substantial-a concrete approach for the day of the operation."

"I spoke to my father yesterday," Adrian chimed in, his voice tinged with anticipation. "He sent me an envelope, I suspect it might hold the building's blueprint.

"It went smoothly," I assured Miller, watching his affirming nods. "Once we're done, I'll send over the information I gathered."

Eleanor offered a comforting smile, and I returned it, gratitude sparking between us.

"What's in the envelope?" Miller's voice cut through the room as he cleared a space on the table.

Unfolding the dark blue paper neatly tucked inside, I confirmed my suspicion-it was the coveted blueprint of the building, our key to the plan.

Spreading it out, intricate sketches detailed each room. A grand ballroom at the center hinted at the upcoming soirée. Maze-like hallways and concealed passages wove around the public areas.

"Now, let's strategize," Miller announced, pointing to the sprawling ballroom depicted on the paper. "Adjacent is the showroom for the jewelry display and concurrent auction."

He met our eyes. "Sixteen guards in each room, clear communication among our teams, and FBI-installed security measures with detectors on high alert."

"And what if they somehow surpass it?" she asked concerned.

"An alarm will resonate throughout the building, alerting everyone," Miller explained, his voice calm amidst the tension. "We've got evacuation routes and medical aid ready on the first floor. That's the only accessible level for the public and staff."

He pointed to the blueprints. "During the event, guards and surveillance will monitor the closed areas because the most important room, Room 207 on the fourth floor, houses the diamonds, prototypes, and metals. It's in a vault accessible only by Charles King's key card."

"What's our move?" I interjected, eager to contribute.

"You both shadow Charles," Miller declared. "Undercover. You'll receive earpieces for real-time communication and maintaining a low profile. Charles of course is the main priority but you two are also responsible for each other, that's why you two need to watch each other's backs. Can I trust you on that?"

Silence enveloped us, and Miller's gaze shifted between Eleanor and me, awaiting a response.

"Well?" Miller prompted, his voice carrying the weight of expectation.

"Yes, of course," Both us interjected hastily.

"Great! That's what I'd like to hear." Miller's smile was fleeting, a brief expression of relief.

"Anyway," Miller continued, his tone shifting to a more serious note, "further preparation by the agency involves gathering more agents with real-time surveillance capabilities for any suspicious activity. If anything major happens, they'll send in more backup. Equipment and legal permissions have been secured, and now it's time for both of you to undergo training."