CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Tank Top And A Punching Bag?

NATHAN'S POV:

I'm in Monaco, Italy. People were speaking Italian here, and there was a question mark above my head. Dang, why did Cheymayne have to go undercover as Monaco's princess? Come to think of it, she did look Italian. Weird. I thought she and her brother was American? Something to look into.

I wonder how Dave was doing. I'm sure he was in Genovia by now, but what was he doing? Lucky him that Genovia speaks English mainly.

"Taxi!" I yelled, waving my hand frantically. Hey, give me a break. I don't know what is'taxi' in Italian. Gosh. Luckily one of the taxi's stopped and the driver, who had a black moustache helped me put my luggage in the trunk.

"Signor," he said, "where to?"

I was relieved to hear that this guy can speak English. "Here's the address of the hotel," I said, handing him the name card of the Hotel Monaco. He nodded and handed me back the card.

He slapped the meter, and took off.

Half an hour later, I checked in at Hotel Monaco. After a quick shower, I left towards the Palace of Monaco in the same taxi.

"Signor," he said, "are you a tourist?"

"I'm here on business," I told him. We reached the Palace, and he stopped the car. "How much?" I asked him.

"Twenty euro," he answered. I handed him the money, with an extra tip and headed out.

The Palace was heavily guarded, and I don't think they would let a foreigner like me in. So I found a way to snuck in. I stood in the corridor, looking around. There were paintings everywhere, paintings of the King and Queen of Monaco on the walls. The Palace was grand. I saw a guy, in his fifties I guess sitting on a bench.

"Yo dude in the tuxedo!" I said, grinning as I walked towards him.

"How may I help you?" he had a monotonous voice, and an Italian accent.

"Yeah, I'm here to see Cheymayne."

"Princess Cheymayne," he corrected me drily.

"Oh yeah! Princess Cheymayne, so yeah. Can I see her?"

"Do you have an appointment or some sort?"

"Do I look like I'm here to ask for a job?" I retorted. "No, I don't."

"What is your business here?" I had a feeling that ol' tuxedo here was capable of whooping my butt. I decide to play nice.

"Official business," I said, and he nodded, standing up.

"Follow me."

He brought me to a door, and knocked.

"Come in," a familiar voice said from inside.

Ol' tuxedo opened the door, and walked in with me hot on his heels.

I looked around. "Heyyy, nice room you got here Cheymayne," I complimented her, "very...cool."

Cheymayne was wearing skinny jeans and a black tank top. There was a punching bag in front of her, and I guess I interrupted her training. Wooh.

"Who are you?" Cheymayne asked, her voice full of suspicion.

"Who am I?" I was shocked. "You don't remember me? Hello, Nathan, remember? Nathan Cress. Helloo?"

"You may go, Alfred," she said to tuxedo.

"Certainly, Princess," he said, but didn't move. "May I remind you that I have placed a Glock under your bed, together with a SMG and there is also a M16 nearby?"

"Thank you Alfred," she nodded, "you may leave."

Alfred bowed to her and left the room. Was he trying to spook me by saying there were guns in the room, so that I won't do anything to hurt her? Goodness Alfred!

"What is your business here?" she said, turning towards her punching bag.

"I'm your protector," I answered.

"What for?"

"There's a strong suspicion that someone is planning to kill the real princess. Why are you undercover?"

She ignored my question. "If I was to be protected, shouldn't they send someone more... sophisticated?" She punched the punching bag to emphasize even more.

"Sophisticated? Pft." I shook my head. "I'm the most sophisticated, lady. I never failed on any mission."

"How about the mission in Dubai?"

She scored a point. It hurt, remembering about the one mission that I failed. It still hurts after so long.

"That was...," I snapped out of it. "How do you know about that mission?" I snapped.

"I have my sources," was the answer.

I sat down at a nearby chair. "You know, I prefer you less...mysterious, Cheymayne."

"Maybe mysterious is who I am," she retorted.

"Okay whatever," I rolled my eyes. "I just have to follow you around. After all, I have to protect you."

"Follow me around?" Cheymayne nearly exploded like a nuke.

I laughed.

This was going to be fun after all.

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

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