Undercover Geeks

Chapter 2- Shaylin

Shaylin's POV

"Jellybean do you read me? Are the penguins making the trade? Over." My comms unit sounded in my ear.

"Jellybean to Cupcake. I am in position, but there is only one penguin on the iceberg. Over," I replied quietly behind my newspaper.

Damn this wig is itchy!

"Wait on standby agent."

"Copy that. Over"

Casually I leaned forward and took a sip of my coffee. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the table number fifty six. A man with black stubble lining his jaw glanced around nervously before looking down at his watch.

Somebody was late. And that somebody would be the other penguin.

Keeping visual of the target I smoothed out invisible wrinkles on my old grandma style dress. I don't know why but old people always seem to be obsessed with making their outfit perfect. I mean come on its not like their gonna find a new hubby or something.

Although my grandma is a little bit different to others as she is still a full time agent. Taking down bad guys with a walking stick, one at a time...... at the age of eighty nine.

Can you say dedicated?

People are scared of my grandma. I don't know why.... Well I guess it kind of has to do with the fact that she sleeps with a twenty four calliber rifle under her pillow.

But I mean.... Who doesn't? I sleep with a machete under My pillow.

Is it just me? Or is it hot in here! All this wrinkley plaster thats covering my face and arms is making me feel all clammy and sticky.

Just then the coffee shops bell sounded. Two men walked in. Whoa! Wait a sec. Two? Two?! Oh boy. This is gonna make my life a whole lot harder.

Keeping a close eye, I watched as the two men separated. The man with the black breifcase went and sat with the penguin at table fifty six, while the other man went and sat with a guy clad in a leather jacket at table sixty five.

Exhaling in frustration, I decided to keep watch on table fifty six. The man with the case opened up the breifcase and handed over an envelope. Watching closely, I didn't miss how breifcase guy sliley slid over a packet of sugar.

Bingo!

A small smile twitched at my lips as I spoke into my comms unit, "It's about to snowstorm."

"Ready when you are."

"Ready."

Reaching down the front of my dress, I whipped out my gun, Jumped out from behind my table and shouted, "FREEZE! FBI!"

Both the men sat stunned, with their jaws slacked open. This probbaly looked weird. I mean all that they could see along with the rest of the coffee shop, was a sweet ol grandma pointing a gun at two men drinking coffee.

Coffee my ass!

Scanning the table, I searched for any other signs of drugs. Looking at beard guy, my gaze slowly trailed down to his crutch. A wet patch stained the front of his..... area.

That better be spilt coffee.

Raising my eyebrow, I gave him a questioning look. "Really?" I asked. He just shrugged in answer.

Well, this is unheard of. A criminal pissing his pants. But then again..... I do have a habit of making people do that.

"Where's the drugs?!" I pressed the gun against beard guys head.