CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Mission II: New Missions

DAVE'S POV:

I was summoned to the CIA's building and was quickly ushered into the conference room on the forty-fifth floor. I sat there, reading my briefing file on a new mission. The Director of the CIA himself, Townsend would be coming to brief me.

My eyes cocked as I heard the door swing open, but I didn't bother to look. I focused myself on the file.

The person settled in the seat opposite of me, and I heard the ruffle of papers. A door swung open, louder than the initial door swing and I glanced at the direction, never moving my head.

A man in his late forties, black hair, with a serious-looking face in a black suit sat in the seat at the head of the table. The CIA's Director, Phillip Townsend.

"Agent Cress, Agent Leone," he said, and I lowered my file. So did the person opposite of me. To my surprise, it was Nathan. He was surprised to see me as well, but we kept our composure. Townsend did not miss our glare. "I assume you two have met before?" he noted.

Nathan nodded slowly, "Yeah, we sure have."

"I hope that your personal life will not interfere with your work," said Townsend.

"No," I said deeply, "it won't."

Townsend nodded, "Alright then. We shall start. The both of you will be sent to Genovia and Monaco respectfully to protect the princesses. You will first be flying off to London for a rendezvous with our intel man, Sokolov at 1000 hours in four days. The rest is in the file. Good luck, gentlemen." Townsend got up, and left.

I picked up my file again, reading the contents.

"What are you doing here?" I said, my voice full of resent. I did not like Nathan flirting with my sister, and I held that against him. Call me an over-protective brother, so what!

"I could have asked you the same thing," Nathan shot back, reading his file. "Ooh," he whistled, "this girl is hot."

I frowned, "She looks familiar."

My eyes widened, and Nathan's eyes widened as well. We looked at each other, and exchanged our files. I looked at the photo and saw a very famiiar person... Cheymayne!

"This is... Cheymayne!" I said in disbelief.

"Isabelle?" Nathan said incredulously, blinking. "Oh, she does not look good in that outfit," he frowned.

"What's Cheymayne doing, being the princess of Monaco?"

Apparently, Cheymayne was a CIA agent and she was going undercover as the princess of Monaco. The real princess was in danger, and Cheymayne was used as the bait. We exchanged files again and i got a good look at my target. It was really Isabelle. She was an agent too, and she was undercover! What more did I not know? What more did she and Cheymayne not tell me?!

"We should contact them," I said to Nathan.

"I'll call Isabelle." He took out his phone and dialed her number, while I turned on my modified tablet.

NATHAN'S POV:

I dialed my sister's number, and I tapped the table impatiently.

"Hurry and pick up the damn phone," I cursed. "Isabelle! Pick up the damn phone!"

"Hello?"

"Isabelle!" I said, relieved. "Oh hey, where are you?"

"Um...um...nowhere," she stuttered, "I mean... oh Coffee Bean, y'know... just hanging out. Why, what's wrong?"

I frowned. "Tell me your exact location," I insisted.

"Urh...urh... Fifty, sixty-two!" she said, exasperated. "Oh, gotta go bye!"

The phone line went dead. I looked at Dave, who was staring at his tablet incredulously, in disbelief. "Did you get the coordinates?"

Dave nodded slowly. "Genovia," he said. "I'll call Cheymayne." He took out his phone.

DAVE'S POV:

I dialed Cheymayne's number, and waited for ten freaking seconds, which felt like ten hours.

"Pick up, pick up," I said impatiently, tapping the table with my index finger. "Pick up. Damn it Cheymayne!"

"Oh hey bro!" I heard Cheymayne say cheerfully. "Bro, what's up? What's up with the call?"

"Where are you, sis?" I asked.

"Shopping," she answered. "Why? What's up, bro?"

"Your precise location," I said.

"At the Palace of... Oh! I mean..." She paused for a moment. "I'm shopping, with my friends. Oh hey bro, talk to you later. Bye!"

"Cheymayne! Wait!"

She cut the line. I stared at my phone incredulously, before setting it on the table. I looked at my fiile again. I wasn't blind. It really wrote Isabelle Rebecca Cress. God, can my life get anymore freaking coincidential? Nathan and my sister? Isabelle and I?!

I took a deep breath. "Cress," I growled.

Nathan looked at me.

"You better take care of my sister," I said, gritting my teeth, "or I will kill you, you understand?"

"You take care of my sister as well," he shot back. "Don't do anything to her."

I won't. You better hold your end of the bargain.

~~~~~~~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~~~~~~~

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