Agent Martinez

Chapter 6 (Rewritten)

It's been a while, hasn't it? New rewritten chapter. Enjoy!

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"Not everyone can be trusted. I think we have to be very selective about the people we trust."

~Shelley Long

The wind was blowing, her hair falling into her eyes. Small droplets of rain fell into her eyes, and she blinked furiously, clearing her vision. She refocused on the grave, her heart clenching. No matter how many times this day came, she didn't think she would ever get used to the gut-wrenching sorrow.

Her eyes watered, but no tears fell. Alexandra's eyes ran over the same cursive words repeatedly, hoping that somehow he was still somewhere out there in the world, hoping that somehow her eyes had deceived her that fateful day.

Loving father and husband. May he rest in peace

May 23, 1974- August 15, 2003

Her phone rang, breaking the deathly silence. Keeping her eyes on the epitaph, she pulled the phone, sliding her thumb across the screen. "Hello?"

"You have an hour to come back." The line went dead.

Alexandra slid the phone back into her soaking, black jeans. Bending down, she placed the bouquet of roses in front of the gravestone and pressed a soft kiss to the cold stone. "Take care," she murmured

Whipping around, she maneuvered her way around the other gravestones, her open coat whipping around her. As she walked out the open gates, she gave a small nod to the security guard. He reciprocated the gesture.

Walking over to the black Mercedes, she unlocked it, but didn't get in. Turning around, she gazed unseeingly at the gigantic black gates. "This goodbye. For now," she whispered before opening the door and getting in, not caring that her wet clothes were probably ruining the leather-interior.

Not minding the seat-belt that was hanging to the side, she turned on the car, switched the gear, and drove off without looking back.

The hot water hit her face and she closed her eyes, allowing it to drench her. Droplets slid down her body, her hair hung around her face like wet curtains, and she leaned her head back. A few minutes later, she shut the tap, effectively stopping the water. Squirting some shampoo into the palm of her hand, she massaged it into her scalp. Letting the shampoo rest there for a minute, she then turned the shower on once again, washing the soap out.

After she had towel-dried her hair and put her clothes on, sweatpants and a tank top, she stepped out of the washroom, throwing her clothes and towel into the hamper. Alexa left her room, shutting it behind her after pocketing her dagger. Stupid security had allowed her to pass with a dagger. It made her wonder how they kept out terrorists.

Jogging down the stairs, she walked into the family room where Zhang was sitting beside Alexander, both of them yawning. Zhang gave her a sleepy smile and greeting, while all Alexander could muster was a weak wiggle of his fingers.

Snorting, she rolled her eyes. "You both are lazy butts."

They fixed her with a droll stare. "Not all of us can live off 4 hours of sleep," Zhang spat out half-heartedly.

"Who said I'm living?" She retorted, making her way to the love seat.

"So you're a vampire?" Alexander joined in.

"It would certainly explain her body temperature. Her hands are always freezing!" Zhang added.

Alexander looked at Alexa doubtfully before getting up and walking to her. He grabbed her limp hand and hissed. "Holy fuck, you're cold!" He exclaimed.