CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

She Knows Everything!

ALEX'S POV:

Okay I'm doing this for Dave!

"It's not his fault, Isabelle," I said to her, "he's a top secret agent. If he told you all about it, the ex-KGB terrorists would come after you. He didn't want you to be involved in all of this. He didn't want you to get hurt. You have to understand. It was top secret."

Isabelle was slowly absorbing what I said. She had her poker face on, but I could see that she was contemplating. I heard her friend, Stacy whisper into her ear, "OMG, Alex is so hot. C'mon Isabelle, you take Dave while I take Alex, 'kay 'kay?" Stacy then smiled flirtatiously at me and said, "Oh hottie~"

I gave her a look that said 'I'm not interested'. I was at Isabelle's apartment, and I don't know why the heck was Stacy doing here. Maybe I should have brought my Glock. Stacy would most probably just purr. Urgh!

For moments Isabelle didn't say anything. I hope I didn't make the matter worse when she suddenly said, "Oh kay... I see." She took a deep breath, then asked, "So, where is Dave now?"

"I can't tell you that," I explained. "Y'see, it's top secret. Dangerous felons might lock onto your position right now and hurt you just to get to Dave."

Isabelle took out her handphone and said, "You know what? I'll just call him."

Smart.

DAVE'S POV:

I had an incoming call, and without looking at the ID I took it, "Hello?"

"Hello? Dave?" It was... Isabelle? Okay, I was weirded out.

"Isabelle?" I frowned. "What the... Why are you calling me?"

"I know everything," was the answer.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose, and asked naively, "What are you saying?"

"Alex told me everything, Dave."

The news went through me like an electric eel sting. I exhaled heavily, and said, "Alex told you? About me being a spy?"

"Yes, CIA agent."

"Put Alex on."

I heard her say something and the phone was passed to Alex.

"Alex," I nearly snapped. "What the hell was that all about?"

"Dave, I saw how depressed you are."

I nearly crushed my water bottle. "I am not depressed!"

"Yes you are!"

"Is Isabelle listening to this shit?"

"No, I'm talking softer. Do you want me to talk louder?"

"Hell no! Look," I grimaced, "just put Isabelle back on the line."

I could hear talking and Isabelle was back on the line. "Yes Dave?"

"Can we meet for dinner?"

Before Isabelle could reply, I heard another voice say, "Heyyyy Dave! This is Stacy. OMG, you are asking Isabelle out for dinner? Can I come?"

"No," I immediately said.

"When and where?" I heard Isabelle speak again.

I thought for a moment. "How about The Grill? Tomorrow? At 8:30?" I had to force myself not to say 2030 hours.

"Can I come? Can I come?" Stacy asked again.

"No."

"I'll see you there Dave, bye."

The line went dead, and I stared at my phone for a few seconds.

Damn you Alex.

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