I was sleeping soundly, when I heard the floorboards of the bedroom squeak. I immediately expected the worse, thinking that one of Cartega's people was onto us. I pretended to be sleep and waited for the right moment to strike. When the moment came, I pulled my loaded gun from under my pillow and aimed right between the eyes of my attacker.
"Whoa! What the fuck?!" I heard Luke shout. I breathed a sigh of relief, before wondering why he was in my bedroom
"Luke, what the hell are you doing in here?!" I growled.
"I just came to wake you up! I caught sight of Cartega at the casino!" he breathed heavily. "Can you please put the gun down, already?"
I slowly lowered the handgun and placed it back under my pillow. Luke finally let go of the breath he was holding as I got out of bed. I nudged passed him and entered the living room. I stood at the window and took a look through the spotting scope. There he was, clear as day Santos Cartega was standing at the entrance talking to his henchmen. Pointing every which way, I could make out on his lips that he was telling them to guard all the entrances of the building. He's actually very handsome. The pictures in our folders don't do him justice.
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"Damn!" I heard from behind me. I rolled my eyes and scowled at Luke who was munching on a bowl of cereal.
"What are you hollering about?" I questioned.
"Your ass in them little ass panties," he winked and chomped down on his milk and Cheerios. I looked down at myself and realized I was only in a T-shirt and panties.
"Keep your eyes to yourself, 01," I said.
"I could've told you the same thing last night, 00," he smirked.
"What are you talking about?"
"You thought I ain't see you looking at me from the kitchen?" I was appalled.
"Did you forget that a good spy has to have good eyes too?" he snickered.
"Fuck you..." I cursed at him.
"Anytime, anyplace..." he chuckled, I gasped and picked up the nearest object and threw it at him. Luckily it was just a throw pillow.
He dodged it and laughed in my face. Which, left him vulnerable to the slipper I'd thrown at him, hitting him directly on his forehead. My slipper fell into his bowl and splashed his entire face with milk. I laughed loudly, clutching my stomach at how angry he was that he had to throw away his food.
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"Alright, I was thinking that since we've scoped out Cartega and his crew, maybe we can practice our accents for the meeting," Luke suggested.
