Him & Her {A SPY STORY}

Chapter 2: Consequence

The speedboat glided silently across the darkening waters, with only the low hum of the engine as a backdrop. Inside the boat, Jason and Annabelle sat quietly, their eyes scanning the slowly darkening horizon. Monaco's shimmering lights were fading behind them, but Annabelle's mind wasn't on the scenic view.

They were supposed to be meeting the Old Man, their handler, but something felt off—terribly off. The Agency's top two Alpha Class agents had never been called in together unless the mission was critical. Yet here they were, sitting in a small boat, drifting into uncertainty. The Old Man's absence was unsettling, but the real danger lurked in the crew seated a few feet away in the next room.

Jason's eyes flickered to the door leading to the bridge where the captain and his men sat playing cards. The tension in the air was palpable.

"Still nothing from the Old Man?" Jason asked, his voice low, but every word heavy with suspicion.Annabelle glanced at her phone again, tapping it as though willing a message to appear on the encrypted app. "Nothing," she muttered, her frustration thinly veiled.

Jason leaned back in his seat, drumming his fingers on the edge of the table. "You feel it too, right? Something's off."

Annabelle nodded, her eyes shifting toward the door. "We're being watched."Jason's gaze hardened. "The crew?"

Annabelle raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think the Agency would send us on a boat with a bunch of nobodies?"

Jason didn't answer. He didn't have to. They both knew the Agency was too meticulous to leave anything to chance. These men weren't just random boat crew—they were eyes and ears."We need to be careful," Annabelle whispered, leaning in closer. "We can't trust anyone on this boat. Not even the captain."

Jason's hand rested on the table, fingers inching toward his sidearm. "You think they're working for someone else?"

"Maybe," Annabelle said softly. "Or maybe they're here to ensure we don't make it back."Jason narrowed his eyes, the suspicion gnawing at him. "We need to play this smart."

Before they could say more, there was a knock on the door. Jason tensed but relaxed just as quickly, masking his apprehension as the captain entered.

"Sir, Miss," the captain saluted stiffly. His eyes darted between the two agents, lingering a second too long on Annabelle's face before he spoke again. "We're about to reach open waters. Should we change course for the rendezvous point?"

Annabelle's smile was cool, but there was steel behind it. "No. Maintain course. We'll let you know when we're ready."

The captain hesitated for a split second—just long enough to confirm Annabelle's suspicions—before he nodded and retreated back to the bridge.As soon as the door clicked shut, Jason let out a low breath. 

"They're in on it."

"Yeah," Annabelle said, her voice tense. "And if the Old Man doesn't show soon, we're going to have to act first."

Jason stood, pacing the narrow cabin, his fists clenched at his sides. "You think this is about Eastern Europe?"

Annabelle paused, considering the string of high-risk operations they'd been running against Russian targets. "Could be. We've made a lot of enemies over the years."

Jason grunted, glancing toward the bridge. "Enemies that wouldn't hesitate to kill us."

The boat continued cutting through the waves, the thrum of the engine and the sound of distant voices from the crew adding to the tension. The room felt smaller with every passing moment, as though the walls were closing in.

"They wouldn't," Jason said again, though his voice lacked conviction. Annabelle's jaw tightened. "Wouldn't they? If we've become liabilities? If cutting us loose is part of some peace deal?"Jason stopped pacing.

 "You think the Agency made a deal with Russia? To hand us over?" Annabelle's eyes met his, her expression dark.

 "I think the Agency would do whatever it takes to stay ahead in this game. And if Russia demanded us as part of the peace negotiations... well, we're expendable, Jason. We always have been."

Jason slammed his fist onto the table, the wood rattling under the force. "Dammit, Annabelle! If they've betrayed us, what do we do?

"Before she could answer, there was another knock at the door. Annabelle's eyes flickered toward the sound, and Jason immediately moved to cover her as the door opened again. This time, two crew members entered, both armed with subtle sidearms barely hidden under their jackets.

"Sir, Miss," one of them spoke, though his voice lacked the deference of the captain. His eyes lingered too long on Jason's neck tattoos, a thin smirk crossing his face. "We've been instructed to take you both to the upper deck."

Jason's grip on his gun tightened beneath the table, and Annabelle's eyes narrowed. They both knew what this was."I thought we had two more hours," Annabelle said, her voice cool but sharp.

"Orders changed," the other crewman said, stepping forward. "Now."Jason didn't need any more convincing. In a blur of motion, he drew his gun and leveled it at the first crewman's chest, while Annabelle slipped her own blade from her sleeve, pressing it against the second man's throat before he could react."Looks like your orders just got complicated," Jason growled. 

The first crewman paled, his eyes darting between Jason and the barrel of the gun pointed at him. "We—We're just following orders."

"And those orders are?" Annabelle pressed, her voice ice-cold .The second crewman swallowed hard, eyes wide as the edge of her blade grazed his skin. "We—we're supposed to take you to the helicopter. Agency's orders. They're sending you out." Jason smirked, though there was no humor in it. 

"Yeah, sure they are. Now, you're going to walk out of here, nice and slow, and pretend this never happened."The two men nodded frantically as Jason and Annabelle backed them toward the door, their weapons still trained on them.

Once the door shut behind them, Jason turned to Annabelle, his expression grim. "They're here to clean house."

Annabelle wiped her blade clean, her eyes cold. "We need to get off this boat."Jason nodded. "I'll take care of the captain. You handle the crew."

They split up, Jason heading toward the bridge while Annabelle moved silently through the lower deck. As she passed by the crew quarters, she heard the faint murmur of voices—no doubt discussing their next move. She smiled to herself, knowing they wouldn't get the chance.Annabelle reached into her jacket and pulled out a small, cylindrical device. With a flick of her wrist, she activated the smoke grenade and tossed it into the room. A few seconds later, the room filled with thick, choking smoke, and the panicked cries of the crew echoed through the boat.

Meanwhile, Jason had reached the bridge. The captain didn't even see him coming.By the time the boat veered off course, Jason and Annabelle had already made their escape, slipping overboard into the night.

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