CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Distracted

DAVE'S POV:

No. No. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Okay I didn't really scream my head off. I was in Isabelle's room, together with Cesar. We were talking about Gonzales. Well, Isabelle and Cesar were. I was just holding a water bottle, smiling promptly while squeezing the hell out of the plastic, pretending that it was Gonzales' face (minus the blood).

"So are we going to meet this Prince Charming?" I snarled through gritted teeth. "I can't wait to get my hands on that cabron!"

Cesar raised his hand. "Peace, Dave," he said. "But I am curious. Why do you wish to kill Gonzales? Are you two lovers or some sort?"

"Because Gonzales is a bastard," I spat, "and Isabelle deserves guys better than him!"

Isabelle placed a hand on my shoulder. "Relax, Dave," she said, "let's slowly think this out, okay? God. I can't believe this shit."

I calmed down a little. "So, when is Gonzales arriving in Genovia?" I said, my voice full of spite for Gonzales, whom I never even met, never mind see!

Cesar checked his phone. "He is arriving today," he said, just as his phone rang. He picked it up. "Yes? Uh huh. Okay. Thank you, thank you."

"What? What is it?!" I said impatiently.

"The prince is already here," Cesar said, "at the airport. They are sending cars to meet him and bring him here. He is going to stay in Genovia for a few weeks, to get to know the princess even better."

I stomped on the water bottle and kicked it at the door.

"That's good," I said, through gritted teeth. "I'd like to meet the prince as well. The douchebag!"

"Calm down," Cesar raised his hand. "There's no use getting angry. We must think. Another thing. The King and Queen are organizing a ball for the prince in five days, which is a Sunday. The King has invited a few of the country's close friends, such as Monaco from Italy."

Monaco? Cheymayne and Nathan!

"Will the princess of Monaco come?" I asked.

"Yes. She is their representitive. Apparently, she is engaged as well."

"What? To who?!"

"The prince of France; Alfonso La Font."

"What Font? Rockwell? Arial?"

Cesar shook his head, smiling at my ignorant joke.

All of a sudden, a static noise blasted in my ear, where my earpiece was.

"Hello? Hello? Dave?" Nathan's voice said.

I stood up, and excused myself. I went into Isabelle's bathroom and placed a hand on my earpiece. "Nathan."

"Dave, we got a situation here."

"What situation?" I frowned. "Besides the situation where Isabelle and Cheymayne are engaged to princes-!"

"That's what I wanted to say! Cheymayne is engaged to some Font guy!"

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Some asshole! Anyways, did you hear the news?"

"What other news is there to hear about?!"

"There's a ball in Genovia on this Sunday, and Cheymayne and me are going, with two teams of guards."

"Nathan, there's something I want to say."

"What is it?"

"Don't you think this is suspicious?"

Nathan paused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"First of all, Townsend was really brief when he met us. He normally takes about ten to fifteen minutes, but he only took two minutes. So what the hell? And now we are sent to the field with no info, except that Cheymayne is undercover as princess of Monaco and Isabelle, Genovia."

"That was my suspicions too. Now I'm thinking, someone is setting us all up. If not, why is Cheymayne engaged to some random prince from France and Isabelle some royal bastard from Spain?"

"And why are they having a ball in Genovia in five days? What's going to happen, Nathan?"

"I can only imagine, Dave. I can only imagine the enemy showing his or her true colors."

"You're right. So what's our plan?"

"I knew you would ask, but I don't know."

"I think there's a mole in the agency."

"Why?"

"Remember London? Remember our safe house? Nobody knows any of the Agency's safe houses, and all of a sudden it got bugged. Someone in the Agency tipped our enemies off."

"Now it's all falling into place, Dave. I get what you are saying. God, I can't believe how dumb we were."

"We were distracted, Nathan. Don't you see? That's why you were sent to protect Cheymayne, and I was sent to protect Isabelle. It was to throw us off-guard. They knew that we would sniff it all out in just a snap, but since we were distracted, we were slow to realize."

"Fuck!" Nathan swore. "So what now?"

"Let me think, Nathan. I'll get back to you. I need to check out a hunch."

"Get back to me as soon as fucking possible, alright? If I don't, I might just tear La Font's head off."

"That's what I plan to do to Gonzales as well. Adios."

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

Woohooo!! We are about to reach the peak of the whole mission!

It's going to be fun making the next few chapters because I'm going to be really intense in my writing and the fight scenes are gonna be awesome~!

Stay glued to your computer as I'm coming up with another mission.

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