I walked into my side job as a part time agent with a leather black dress on with black heel boots and square black heels seeing my lead agent
"What's up? Why'd you call me in?" I say looking at him then looking at the one side mirror "This dude is a whole fucking shield, he's refusing to talk to any of us, he said he's only gonna talk to you." He says and I scoff looking away "Get the fuck outta here." "Ay' you got this Nick' don't let us down" He says and I grin "Trust me Flynn I will." I grin before walking in seeing the black dude and I throw an ash tray with cigarettes "I am going to keep this brief and simple. No games, just answer some questions for me and you're free to go." I say then sit down "Got a ring? Guess you're married? Didn't know agents were allowed to date agents." He chuckles "This does not consist of my personal life but I am not married I just like jewelry. The first question I would like to start off with is, who the hell are you?" I say "I go by many names but the one I go by is peste noire" He says smirking visibly then I hear Flynn yell from the earbud cursing saying it's french for black death "There's a auction tomorrow and they're looking for one thing." He says "A auction? I already told you. No games." I say "I ain't playin games I'm just telling you" "Well then what are they auctioning off?" I say "If you go you'll see." "Whatever we're done here." I say "If you ever lose your home again I know a good address. 5510 Jed Smith Rd" "That's my address." I say then walk out "I can get his ass. I got it on my own." I say to Flynn
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Non-Fictiona fan fiction of which two rappers who are also undercover agents meet up unknowingly on the same mission and get together (inspired by do we have a problem music video)