British Exchange Agent

Chapter 19

The man at Cyrus's door was exactly how I had imagined him - dressed in a sharp suit, with short, black hair. Sunglasses shaded part of his face, which was tanned and worn from years of experience. He hadn't see us yet, and was facing the front door, his arms crossed.

Hatrov hovered behind him like a bodyguard, looking surprisingly clean in a suit. Cyrus cut the engine, turning to look at me briefly.

"Stay here." He ordered, his voice low. He got out and shut the door behind him, causing Dereck's head to snap this way. Cyrus walked towards him in a slow manner, his steps bored - but his back was tense, his arms crossed over his chest.

I sat frozen in my seat, before my brain suddenly snapped back into reality. I could practically hear all the agency's supervisors yelling at me to pick up my gun, and take them all down.

This was it, right? Cyrus, Hatrov and Dereck in one place? It should have been a dream come true.

But it couldn't be.

I had to figure out what they were trying to pull - to stop their whole operation. I couldn't just take down a few people. I had to take them down once and for all.

I had to.

Going against all my instincts, screaming at me to rush out there and get Dereck and his son, I slipped my hand inside my backpack and retrieved a gun. Fastening it into the pocket of my shorts, I pulled my shirt over the gun, leaning back in my chair slightly.

I watched as Cyrus came to a stop in front of his father, outside the gate, and say something. I saw his mouth move, but no words reached my ears. I slowly, painfully slowly, slid my hand down and opened the door just a crack.

"-can't afford mistakes, Cyrus. You think this is a joke? No. I raised you better than this." Dereck stated, his voice deadly. His Mexican accent was stronger than his son's, so thick I had to concentrate to understand his words.

"I raised myself." Cyrus spat, his voice venomous. Dereck merely tutted, shaking his head.

"So disrespectful. You will take our company one day, yes? Step up to your future, Cyrus, and don't let it be tarnished by your mistakes. One girl, is too easy to shrug off, yes? What if this girl goes to enemies? Hm? You shrug her off then?"

"I am well aware of my responsibilities, Dereck, and I will track this girl down and find her. Believe me - there'll be war before I let this company go." Cyrus seethed.

His father gave him an approving nod, taking out something from his pocket. I strained to see it, my neck stretching. He retrieved what looked like a shiny, metallic gun, chucking it to Cyrus, who caught it with ease.

"New off the line." Dereck informed him. "You're welcome."

With that, he turned back towards the door.

"Open the door, Cyrus."

Cyrus eyed the gun in his hands, turning it over, before slipping it into his jeans pocket. He glanced at me out the corner of his eye. Would he leave me out here? I kept stock still as my hand inched towards my gun instinctively.

Just go inside. Go inside...

Cyrus strode through the gate to the front door, unlocking it and letting them in. He glanced at me one last time, before going inside and shutting the door behind him.

"Great." I sighed. "Now what?"

I scanned the car, my eyebrows furrowing in irritation when I saw that he had taken the keys.

"Oh well." I shrugged to myself, climbing out the car. "You only live once."

I crept forward, edging towards his gate. I quickly scanned the house, looking for figures behind the windows. Concluding that they were deep inside, I opened the gate slowly and ran towards the front of the house.