CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Background Check

*DISCLAIMER*

The characters in this story belong to me, @SC and the storyline is purely my own imagination. Any references to anybody living or dead is purely coincidential.

P/S: If there is a Dave and Cheymayne Leone, I'd like to meet them ;)

DAVE'S POV:

Isabelle sent me a text, asking to meet me at an abandoned warehouse. Included in the message was that Nathan was coming and that she wanted Cheymayne to tag along as well.

I looked at my clock. It was 9 in the morning. I expected Cheymayne to be asleep, but she was already at the punching bag at our training room.

"Morning sis," I said, leaning at the wall beside the punching bag. "Well you're up early."

"Yeah." She didn't even stop to wipe her brow. She kept punching the bag, building up her combos and eventually momentum. I was just waiting for the moment where she would launch her finisher move; a triple jab, followed by a cross and an elbow before smashing a knee into the face and then a body blow to the solar plexus and finally, an arm lock takedown.

Cheymayne jabbed three times, surged in for a cross and an elbow. She smashed her knee into the punching bag, and then a body blow, but she didn't do the takedown. She needed to do it on someone, not something. She gave me a look.

"Not today sis," I told her, "we have to go meet the Cress siblings."

"What's our plan?" she asked, as though we were in a war with the Cress siblings or some shit like that.

"Nothing much," I shrugged, "just a regular Q 'n A."

"About what?" I could tell my sister was getting suspicious.

"I don't know, so be prepared for anything, eh?"

"Guns?" she joked.

"Probably bring a Glock with a silencer. We might need it to get rid of the duo. I'll dump the bodies."

"Good plan, good plan. Okay, I'll go get ready."

"Me too, sista. See ya in a bit."

ISABELLE'S POV:

Finally. I got them! Well, Nathan was no help.

Ever since the last mission the two of us had together with the 'L Duo' (that was our codename for the siblings), I was pretty curious about Dave's and Cheymayne's background. And when Phillip Townsend, the CIA's Director came to see us and he talked about something that Dave would 'understand' what Sheeman was going through, I got even more curious.

I decided that I must know. Well, we the siblings must know.

"Shut up Nathan."

My stupid brother was going on and on about some shit that Dave was not being honest, but I felt like giving him a kick to the face right now. To Nathan, I mean. Dave will be spared. For now.

Nathan gave me a puppy look. "Oh come on, Dave should have told you, at least!" he argued.

"Well you didn't tell me you were an agent initially, didn't you?" I shot back. He went silent. Good. I would have shut him up with a haymaker. We were kind of used to fighting each other physically. We sparred often.

"Go get ready Nate," I said, irritated that he was still sitting there, staring at his phone while making all this puppy faces. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing," he said, but he was still fixated on the phone screen.

"Are you watching porn?"