Double Crossed

Chapter 10~Drake

I was in a terrible mood that entire week which isn't entirely surprising considering the recent events. I've tried searching some more but I don't have any more leads to go off of.

"Hey mate!" Martin greets Friday afternoon with his usual energy, not the least dampened by my mood. "I know what will take your mind off of Aria."

"What?" I ask in a listless voice. My mind has only been on Aria, and if it wasn't, it was obsessively thinking about how to fix this problem as soon as possible so that I could be with Aria.

Martin rummages with something at the dining room table before he tosses me my weapons and passport. "Another trip to Puerto Rico! I have a job there, and it's a big one so I need help. The jet leaves in two hours."

I catch the items and put them in my jacket. "Sounds good." I need a distraction, and this seems perfect.

The two of us grab dinner outside and two hours later we're boarding the jet. I watch the twinkling lights of San Francisco fade away until we break through the layer of clouds and I can no longer see anything but the stars.

"So what do we have to do?" I ask as I recline my seat. This was one of the parts of my job I'll never grow tired of, private jets with huge seats and the best drinks.

Martin pulls out the case file and begins to read it. "Apparently we have to stop some guy named Nathaniel Webb who used to work for the CIA."

"Used to? What did he do?" I ask. People don't just leave the CIA. You're stuck for life even if you don't want to be.

"He was fired two days ago and accused of committing treason after he stole a confidential file and supposedly sold information. In that file is all the information on this company in Puerto Rico who is notorious for smuggling and the black market. 'Sources' say that Webb is going there to make a purchase and just continue his business in South America. He's supposedly the middle man between them and some drug lord."

"So what? We stop the purchase and retrieve the file?" I ask.

Martin shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. "Basically."

"And you were supposed to do this alone?" I ask skeptically. It was a pretty big job, and it wasn't like Paul to send someone in by themselves. Paul also knows that Martin is staying in San Francisco and that I wasn't doing anything, so it's weird I wasn't put on this job. Plus I always go with Martin whenever possible.

"Paul said I have another team waiting to back me up there. We'll see," Martin says.

Martin and I decide to sleep during the five hour flight. We would need all of our energy for the mission. Thankfully the flight goes by fast since after what felt like seconds of closing my eyes, we were already here. When we finally touch down in Puerto Rico there's a man in a suit waiting for us. He nods at us as he opens the car doors. We board the inconspicuous black car and ride in silence to an outpost of the CIA, the same one we were in only a couple months ago. We quickly take our choice of weapons and a rental car. Then we're off.

"What time is the sale happening?" I ask.

"At one," Martin answers as he speeds fearlessly through the bumpy roads. Our car gets some air time before slamming back down. "The file says at some warehouses half a mile in from the coast."

I check my watch. We have about two hours. Finally after potentially breaking the car and its suspension, we arrive. We decide to park the car a mile away and walk from there. No need to risk it being seen.

"You have everything?" Martin asks.

I nod as I put on my night vision glasses, and everything turns an odd shade of green. "Yup let's go."