Dangerous Deception

Ch. 3: The Reunion

        "Who's Cassie?"

        We turned. "You?" I shouted. Her again. What's she even doing here.

        "Hey Agent Reyes, Matthew, we meet again." she said.

        "It's Mark," Mark grumbled before leaving, muttering something about an unfinished case.

        "What are you doing here?" I asked.

        "Well I came to see a friend," she said, smirking. I became confused.

         "You have friends?" I asked, honestly shocked.

         She frowned. "Well I'm not that bad, so yes I have. . . friends," she mumbled the last part, trying to convincing herself instead.

         I noticed that the question affected her, so changed topic. "Okay then, if you don't mind, I have work to attend to," I lied, walking away.

         "Awwwn, why's everyone busy today," she pouted, following. I chuckled at how cute she looked. I stopped.

Did I just think she was cute?

         It must be the lack of coffee. I continued walking. "Maybe it's because it's a federal agency. It's meant to be busy," I said.

         "Oh here, I brought coffee. It's for my friend but since he's busy, you can have it. It's Americano," She offered.

         "Thanks, but I hate americano," I said.

         "Oh come on, it can't possibly be that bad," she said.

         "Well if it's from you then it is"

         "Well I didn't lace it with anything if that's what you're thinking,"

         "As a federal agent, I have to be careful. Besides why would you insist if you didn't lace it" I said, raising an eyebrow.

         "Uh, because I don't want to waste it. That's money you know." She said.

         "Well you should have thought of that before buying it,"

         "I just said. . . ugh, you know what, forget I offered," she said, "I'm just going to give it to someone who actually needs it," she huffs and stomped off. Cute.

Not again.

          I really need my coffee. Its not that I don't like americano, I just preferred cappuccino to it. Or let's just say I prefer cappuccino to any other coffee. I went to the bull pen.

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          I walked towards the parking lot. I'm done for the day. I mean, there's no interesting thing to do than sit behind the desk all day examining paper work. I could do better than that.

          "Kayla!" Someone called. I turned.

          "Yeah?" I said.

          "I just spoked to the supervisors and they agreed, provided you don't mess things up," James said. I scoff.

          "Mess things up? Last I checked, they messed things up when they delayed the backup team. Cassie wouldn't have died if they didn't," I gritted.

          "You know it happened because of the wrong intel I gave," he said.

          "I still don't understand how you would send a wrong information based on analysis right in the middle of an operation. Every information is accessed and analysed," I said, "but they knew our identity somehow,"