Agent 57 (Book 2)

27. I'm going to kill both of you

Cody's POV

"No, you're not cooking. Yes, I'm ordering pizza. Yes, you can try to stop me, but No, you will not succeed." Chase announces to Devin as soon as we enter the hotel room and Devin heads straight for the small kitchen.

Devin glares at him and mutters a few choice words under his breath before walking over to the couch, snatching up the TV remote and beginning to flip through channels. Grumbling under his breath the entire time as he does so.

"What did you even plan on cooking anyway?" Thirteen questions as she tossed her backpack onto the table. "There's no food here."

Devin grumbles some more under his breath and flips her off. She raises an eyebrow at him and smiles, shaking her head as she pulls a water bottle out of her bag.

"Alright," Chase says as he walks back over towards us, pocketing his phone as he does so. "Pizza's on its way. It'll be here in like half an hour."

"Did you order cheese?" Elaine questions and Chase looks at her like he forgot she was here. Thirteen snickers under her breath and for a second I think I imagined it.

Chase shakes his head. "No, I didn't."

"I only like cheese," Elaine announces, a frown on her face.

Thirteen rolls her eyes. "You say that like we should care."

"Just pick off the toppings," Jason grumbles at the same time as Thirteen.

Thirteen grins at him and he holds his hand up for a high five. Chase rolls his eyes in annoyance.

The ringing of a phone cuts through the momentary silence and Devin nearly falls off the couch trying to dig it out of his pocket.

"What's up Chief?" He questions and nods his head along to whatever Zero's telling him. "Yeah, I'll tell her."

He puts the phone to his chest, muffling the mouthpiece as he turns his attention to Thirteen. "Zero's been trying to get a hold of you."

"I've noticed. I've also been actively ignoring." She responds.

Devin turns his attention back to the phone. "She says she's ignoring you...oh so you knew that?"

He turns back to Thirteen. "He says it's important."

"I'm sure it is."

"I promise he's not going to yell at you for stabbing him."

"Unless I hear him promise it himself, that means shit to me."

"She doesn't want to talk to you," Devin says bluntly back into the phone. He turns back to Thirteen yet again. "He says sorry."

Her face is the perfect mirror of shock. "Really?"

"No."

She gives Devin a flat look as he begins to laugh loudly. He takes a minute to calm down and faces her again.

"Seriously, I don't want to be the messenger caught in between all this. Just take the phone." He holds it out to her and she walks over slowly and takes it from him.

She puts it to her ear with the perfect expression of a child who's being forced to do chores when they'd just rather be playing with their toys.

"What?" Her tone of voice is firm but surprisingly polite at the same time.

She tilts her head to the side and frowns as he talks to her. She shakes her head a couple times and sighs a few more.

"Is that really what you called to tell me? That was the important thing that couldn't wait?" She hisses into the phone, an angry frown on her face.