I looked out through the window of the passenger seat into the night sky, thinking about what James said. I didn't want to tell him I already knew there was a traitor in the agency. For all I know it could be him, but my instinct's telling me it's not, and I trust my instincts.
"You okay?" Ava said while driving.
"Yeah, I guess," I said.
"Wanna talk about it?"
I turned and looked at her, "No, I'm fine," she hummed and tapped on the wheels. "You know, now would be a good time to know about you," I said. She chuckled. I smiled.
"Okay, so what do you wanna know?"
"I don't know, uh what was your life like in California, before you joined the agency?" I asked.
"Um, it was a bit rough, lived most of it in the streets, had to survive you know. But then I was caught stealing at a park and handed to the police one day, the detective cautioned me and told me that if I didn't redeem myself in two weeks, he'll have to put me in jail. I was only 18 then so I changed, and started fighting crime, bringing criminals to him for two weeks and eventually he let me go, but not without making me promise that I'll continue to be good. After I left, I resumed my old ways not giving a damn about that promise until news came out that the detective was dead. He died saving a child in a crossfire. That's when I decided that I was going to honour him and fulfill that promise. So here I am," she finished.
"Okay I'm not gonna lie, I was not expecting that," I said in awe.
"Yeah I thought so, so what about you?" She asked. I choked.
"Me?"
"Yeah, what's your life like here in LA?"
"Oh uh nothing out of the ordinary," I chuckled nervously, hoping that she won't ask any further. She raised an eyebrow.
"Look we're here," I said relieved of the diversion. She parked the car behind a truck and looked at me for a while before stepping out of the car. I followed her as she opened the trunk, brought out two duffel bags where our disguises were and handed me one. I took it and glanced around, before starting to take my clothes off. I turned to see Ava staring at me, or more like my stomach. I smirked, and started changing into the disguises.
"Like what you see?" I asked. I could've sworn I saw her cheeks turn pink, but it was dark so I wasn't sure.
"I've seen better, now shut up and change," she said.
"Ouch, that hurts," I feigned hurt. She smiled and started changing too. We finished dressing and went back into the car. The plan was to dress like two women who was out partying and decided to make out in a quiet and empty place, which happens to be an abandoned construction site where the mafian guys were going to trade in. I wore a tank top with black jacket and black jeans while Ava wore a black crop top with red jacket and jean shorts and black combat boots. She really looked hot in it and she changed from a very serious agent to a very sexy woman. I couldn't stop staring while we were in the car until she cleared her throat, evidently catching me staring. I shrugged.
"What? You look hot," I said. She chuckled.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," she said eyeing me a bit, before handing over the comms.
"Is that your way of saying I'm hot, 'cause I totally believe you," I said smirking. She scoffed.
"Don't get all cocky now Reyes," she said putting on the micropods in her right ear. I mirrored her action.
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Dangerous Deception
Mystery / ThrillerMakayla Reyes is an FBI agent who was devastated by the death of her best friend Cassie. Guilt, pain, depression was all she felt for a year, until she learns that her death was never an accident but a part of some conspiracy that runs deeper than s...