Agent: Classified

Greasy Pizza and a talk with Rexy

Chapter 2: Greasy pizza and a talk with Rexy.

I called Rex once I pulled my green Subaru into the driveway.

"I hate you," was how I started our conversation.

"I can tell that you are very happy right now, Kate." Even though I can't see his face, I bet that Rex was smiling when he said every word.

"Shut up. So, anyways, why am I doing this mission again?"

"Because I like torturing you by making you deactivate bombs and run for your dear life. And this seems dangerous, and you like dangerous, so yeah."

"That's stupid. That's the stupidest, lamest, the worst lie I've ever heard."

"You're shoes match your hair." Rex snickers.

"Second worst." I say in a low, dangerous voice.

"Seriously, though. Why?"

"Because, if Joe and Elizabeth find out about this, they wouldn't ever suspect that you two are a couple from an agency."

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Woah. Did you just say that I'm going to have to be a couple with Tommy?"

"Yep."

"Tommy?"

"That's his name, yes."

"TOMMY?"

"Might want to work on your kissing before this mission starts."

I hate him I thought. I hate him so, so, so, so much.

But, he is right: my kissing sucks.

"Bye bye then." I say.

"Bye. Oh wait, Kate?"

"What do you want NOW!" I practically yell into the phone.

"You might want to get some better shoes."

***

Talking with Rex can really put a sour mood on your face and your mind.

It can also make you very hungry.

Pizza night, I thought.

Now, there's only one thing left to think about:

what kind of pizza?

***

I walk into the local pizza place.

Best deep crust ever.

So I walk up to the register and order a Hawaiian pizza. A deep dish Hawaiian pizza, that is.

As I get my pizza in the cardboard box, plastered with the logo on the top, I can practically smell the pineapple through the solid object.

As fresh as ever.

I put the box on the passenger seat, sit in the drivers seat, insert the keys into the key hole, and start up the engine. I look up, and then see a person in all black clothes.

Staring.

At me.

How do I know it's at ME? I thought. There could be other people. And so that's what I stick with as I pull out of the large parking lot and find the black-cloaked man's head following my path.

Stalker.

***

The sound of my dog greets my ears as I carry the pizza into the house, my mom waiting to greet me out in the kitchen. Almost immediately after I put down the food, she comes up and gives me a hug, practically knocking me off my feet.

"Hi honey! You didn't tell me that you were going to go out and get some pizza, I told you that I was making meatloaf."

The sound of mom's meatloaf made me shutter. When she made her meatloaf, I think it tasted more like a duck made it, then ate it, put in poison, threw it up, ate it, threw it up AGAIN, and then sent it to my mom in beef form.

Long story short, it tasted worse than bad. Beyond edible.

Cat kibble.

"Why can't dad come home soon? I miss him," I say, the thoughts of him making me feel alone.

"I know, sweetie. But dad's out in the military, helping out th-"

"Yeah, yeah mom, I know what dad does." And without saying another word, I turn around and take a slice of pizza, letting the grease on the cheese run down my pink fingers and into my watering mouth.

My dad was a nurse in the military. He sometimes joked around when I was little that he took a drum, stopped the war, and got all the people and made them feel better, like it was magic.

Unfortunately, it's not like that in the real world.

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So, sorry it's a little dramatic at the end, but I wanted to put that part in. Also, I love Hawaiian pizza myself. What did you guys think about that creepy dude? Like Kate said: stalker. Please comment your thoughts about him, and thank you for reading again!