CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

The Countdown

DAVE'S POV:

I left MI6's Interrogation Centre and headed towards the location that Yuri had marked on my map. He told me that earlier on he had stashed a uniform for me at a nearby bush. I would go undercover as Alexei Sokolov, a new recruit. Yuri told me that Alexei Sokolov did not exist, and he had registered Sokolov a few days back for me. I complimented him on his brilliant foresight. Yuri also told me the place tha all the new recruits would have to go to in order to be brought into the Life's compound. They would begin their journey at 1330 hours. I had to hurry.

I got off the Ford four-wheeler, and Alex drove off. I hurried towards the bush that Yuri told me about, and found that there was indeed a uniform there, with the name 'Sokolov' embroided on the left chest of the uniform. There was also a bandanna there that I tied around my face, covering my nose and bottom half of my face.

With my Russian accent, I set off towards the RSVP point.

ISABELLE'S POV:

Urgh, he just had to call. If you were hoping it was Dave, no. It's Steve.

Don't tell me he thinks I was really gonna date him just because we had dinner together last night? I badly wanted to pick up and snap "Listen bastard, we're only friends, so don't call me as though you're my boyfriend or something!" I still haven't come to terms with the break-up yet.

Stacy wasn't helping. All she texted me was "Hey can I have Dave for my own?", "Why did you break-up with such a hottie like him?" and "Oh gosh oh gosh his abs!" I would snap, "Stop fan-girling Stacy!"

The question now was whether to answer the phone, or not. Steve wasn't one to give up so easily, so I picked up the phone and snapped, "Hello?"

"Hey, Queen Isabella?" KILL ME NOW. I WAS NEVER PMS-ING, BUT THIS MADE MY BLOOD BOIL.

"STEVE MARCUS DO NOT CALL ME ISABELLA!" I shouted into the phone. "I WILL NOT TALK TO YOU UNTIL YOU STOP THAT!" I didn't bother to say goodbye. I just put the phone down and set it on silent. My hormones were not raging, BTW.

Dave, Dave.

DAVE'S POV:

I was in the compound. First we assembled at the main quarters, where Vladimir Katzov, the leader of the Life himself came to welcome us.

Katzov was at least six feet tall, buff and ex-KGB. Katzov was an expert at CQC, instinct shooting and many other things. He radiated fear, and also power. Everybody stared in awe at him, except for me. I stared at him with coolness.

He welcomed us into the Life, told us about the Life's objectives and told us that we were going to be sent to the armory to grab weapons and start training.

The armory had every gun available, and all you had to do was just pick.

I took a Colt M1911 and stuck it at my waistband holster, another Colt Python as a back-up and my primary weapon, a SMG that I slung over my shoulder. I was done. I walked towards one of the senior members of the Life.

"I need to talk to the General," I said in my thick Russian accent, calling Katzov by his apparent title of 'General'.

The man eyed me suspiciously. "For what?" he snapped.

"Concerning about MI6," I answered. "It is quite important. I suggest humbly that you bring me to him right away, sir."

He must have enjoyed the 'sir', because he immediately led me towards Katzov's office without another word. There were two other men armed with M16s standing outside of Katzov's office that observed me with a suspicious eye, but they let me in after checking my ID.