CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Safe House

DAVE'S POV:

I met Nathan at one of the Agency's safe houses, waiting for me.

"You're finally here," he said, and I nodded.

"Let's go," I said. Nathan was checking his hair. He must have used a lot of gel to make it stand up spikily.

"You got a ride?" Nathan asked. "I have my baby right here," he boasted, running his hand over his bike, a Kawasaki Ninja.

I pressed the button on my car keys. My Veneno's door opened by itself and it's engine was already on, roaring for Nathan to hear. "I have my own baby."

Nathan blinked at the Veneno, and looked away, saying "Fine. Fine."

He got on his bike as I made my way into my Veneno. He put on his helmet, and revved his engine.

I revved up mine as well, to show him who was more superior. We took off at the same time, to the direction of the airport. We were racing.

I accelerated even more, turning corners in just a snap of a finger, while Nathan was behind me. I haven't even used the full speed of my Veneno yet. We crossed bridges, and at the round-a-bout, I turned to my right while Nathan turned to his left. We met each other at the airport.

"I won!" we shouted at the same time at each other. We glared at each other.

"I came first," Nathan snarled.

"No, I came first," I snapped back.

Nathan and I grabbed our bags and headed to the check-in section of the airport. Nathan checked both of us in, and we headed towards the gate, boarding the airplane in thirty minutes. I took the seat next to the window.

"What would you like to drink?" the air stewardess asked.

"Coke," Nathan answered. He looked at me.

"Shandy please," I said. The stewardess nodded and left.

"This is really called first-class," Nathan commented, looking around, enjoying his soft seat.

"Yeah," I nodded. I have never flown first-class before, and it was an experience for me.

The stewardess came back with our drinks, and left. The airplane was set to take off. As it flew in between the clouds, I took out my tablet and surfed the internet, reading information about guns, vehicles and martial arts.

FIVE HOURS LATER:

We landed at Heathrow. Townsend had sent us a message that he had our vehicles stored at the CIA's garage. It was driven only by the best. Good thing, if not I would have shot the agent who drove my car.

Once we touched down, we headed towards the safehouse. We had to take public transportation to get there, and we went in. I rolled in my luggage, placed it next to the couch and sat down. Nathan came in and relaxed as well, opposite of me.

"I can't believe Isabelle is a liar," I said, shaking my head. "Why didn't she tell me?"

"Hey, don't talk about my sister like that!" Nathan defended Isabelle. "Well Cheymayne is a liar too. So what? Y'know what, are you angry at me just because I was flirting with your sister? Tch." He shook his head. "Cheymayne's not my type. She's too...defensive."

I grit my teeth, "Too defensive for a playboy like you, huh? That's the reason why I don't want Cheymayne to talk to you, but no! You just happened to have to protect her. Great. Just fucking great."

"Dude, what's your problem?" Nathan snapped.

I raised a finger at Nathan. "Do not, by any means hurt my sister, you understand?" I snarl like a wolf.

"No, I will bang her instead," Nathan retorted, and I felt my temperature raise up a hundred degrees.

"I'll do the same to Isabelle too," I growled.

"Hell no," Nathan said, "I won't bang her, I'll make her beg me for it."

"You asshole!" I was about to lunge at Nathan when I heard a sound coming from the kitchen.

I stopped, looked at Nathan and we both nodded. We advanced cautiously, ready on our feet. We didn't have a weapon, but there was no time to worry about it. I gave the signal, and Nathan surged into the kitchen. There was nobody there, but it was a mess.

"What the hell happened here?" Nathan said, looking around.

I face-palmed myself. I exhaled heavily. "We didn't check the safehouse," I said softly, as though the truth made me disgusted of myself. In truth, I was.

I made eye contact with Nathan, telling him to keep his voice down and use only hand signals. We went into the two other rooms, and we split up. I went into the room, took out my smartphone, an iPhone 5 and scanned the entire room for bugs with it. Every electronic item that I had was modified.

There were six bugs in the room. I found one, took it and observed it closely. It was made in Russia. We were bugged, and it was not by the Agency. The safehouse was unclean.

I met Nathan back in the living room, and I sat down. "We've been bugged," I said.

He nodded. "Yeah, but by who?"

"Our enemies," I answered.

Nathan exhaled, and he said, "How about we go out for a drink?"

I checked my watch. It was 2010 hours. Not bad of an idea.

"Okay," I said, let's go."

NATHAN'S POV:

THREE HOURS LATER.

We got back to the safehouse. I was surprised Dave could handle alcohol well, better than me. Impressive, the asshole.

I jumped onto the couch and announced loudly, "And Nathan's taking the couch!"

I was talking to myself. Dave already entered his bedroom.

"Okay," I shrugged, "whatever."

It took awhile to fall asleep. My back was aching.

Damn it, maybe I shouldn't have tried to be cool by taking the couch.

Lucky Dave.

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