Spy Mixup-Paused

Chapter 14

Licensed to kill - It sounded funny, almost like a James Bond movie title. Wait, was it? I’m thrilled to be able to be licensed to kill, and yet I’m absolutely terrified that I needed to be granted that status in order to carry out this mission.

I was sitting on my plane, on my way to Sacramento. I was kind of excited, I’d never been to California before, or America for that matter. I guess it’s kind of shocking, but usually all of my jobs are in Europe, and one time in Asia, but I’d rather not think about that.

I rolled the layout plans of the building I was to break into on my little airplane table. The building was currently occupied by a man named Xavier, that’s it just the one name. No one knows what the other part of his name is.

Apparently he had some information; I didn’t know what it was specifically. On my briefing paper it just said top scientific discovery. On the Brightside, it wasn’t another petty man obsessed with jewels or illegal drugs. On the downside, if this guy stole illegal scientific information, then that would mean he was smart. Very, very smart. Most of the guys I deal with are just your average bad guy. The kind that plans out how to get whatever it is that they need, but completely forget that the cops are going to get them. Their strategy is to shoot first and never ask questions.  Sighing to myself I rolled up the plans, already admitting defeat. Pushing my golden hair out of my face I looked out the window to see the plane over California, I would be landing in a few short minutes.

Once the plane finally landed, I headed over to grab my luggage. As I was dragging my luggage through the security checkpoint, the alarm went off, blaring loudly, and causing everyone to turn and look at me. “Excuse me miss, but could you please come this way.” Said a man in a police uniform. I slowly followed him into a small room that was placed off to the side in the airport. I put my luggage on the table and sat down in the nearest chair, while propping my feet up on the table.

“Do you have to do that?” the man questioned.

“Yup.” I responded as the man slowly shook his head as he went to unzip my luggage. As soon as he opened it up, his eyes almost popped out of his head. I could see him scanning by bag filled with gun, ammo, layout plans, and of course clothes.  “What is this?” he exclaimed as he grabbed his phone ready to call in reinforcement.

“Before you make any stupid mistakes, you should look up and see what I have to show you.” The policeman looked up and glanced at my ID, before staring at it in shock. “That’s right! I’m from the Covert Intelligence Agency in London.”

“Oh, um. Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Do you really think it’s wise to go around and advertise who I am?”

“I guess not.” Said the cop, who was blinking furiously.

 “I’ll be on my way then.” I said as I zipped up my suitcase, and stalked out the door. Heading out through the airport, I pulled out my Nokia N8 phone and found my apartment. I set the phone on walking GPS mode, and proceeded to head down the road.

The weather was really nice out; it was sunny without a single cloud in the sky! I do wish I had brought sunglasses, because I ended up having to squint to see, and it was starting to get irritating. A light breeze started picking up and it constantly whipped my long bangs into my face, causing me to wince at the impact. Maybe I should have gotten a taxi, if I was going to be tortured by my hair. I checked my phone again, and found out that I was almost at my destination; turning left I saw my apartment up ahead. Sprinting ahead I made it there in a few seconds. Fishing my key out of my pocket, I hastily jammed the key into the doorknob and walked inside.

I could feel my jaw drop as I walked inside. This place was insane. The floors were some sort of a thick shag rug in a deep lilac color. And the walls were black and white with pale blue furniture all around. Boy was this a sight! I wonder if this is what people, who are on acid, see all the time? Dragging my luggage in to the other room, I spotted my bed and leaped onto it, snuggling into the fluffy pillows. I soon drifted off to sleep; I was very tired from the plane ride.