Agent Coyote

Chapter 4

My plan right now is to release 5 chapters and depending on interest ill plan to release more. I've written this story entirely on google docs and I transfer it over every time I want to post on Wattpad. What have now is 50some pages of work, I just haven't published any of it yet, so I'm hoping this will be a good start and it will push me to actually finish this story.  Here's another one. Let me know what you think!

~~~

I sent an Email to my 'publicist' Vexx yesterday about meeting me in central park, I said I'd bring Ryder along to look less suspicious just in case Eric was still having me tailed, but I made it clear that I really thought it would be a good idea if we met.

I'm currently walking a very energetic Ryder around in a very uncrowded Central Park, the clouds hanging low overhead, almost setting the mood for my soon-to-be meeting with my Evil boss.

If Vexx really wants me to get this job done I need his input because although I'm very capable on my own, I'm not exactly sure how to approach Eric, he has too many sides to count and figure out, that if I even tried to understand a few of them I'd probably be here for years.

I make my way along the path walking for a few more minutes until I see him. Vexx is sitting on a bench reading a paper, he looks a little suspicious but not so much that I'm too worried. It's how he's going to act during this conversation that worries me.

Vexx is unpredictable but I know how to read him, his posture is good but he seems a little slumped, he's holding the paper a little too tight and his eyes aren't moving, anyone smart enough would be able to tell he's not actually reading the paper. He's pissed and I can feel it from all the way over here, best guess, he is pissed at me.

I make my way over to him slowly. You know what they say, it's better to approach a rabid animal a little bit at a time so they don't just attack you right off the bat, but in this case, I'm not sure that rule is going to save me.

I sit next to him as he folds the paper he's 'reading' to the back page, slightly crumpling it.

"What is this about?" He asks through gritted teeth.

"I've made contact with Eric but I'm not sure how else to advance our...relationship."

"You're a female, figure it out. How do girls usually get the attention of desirable men."

"He wouldn't sleep with me if that's what you're insinuating. He may sleep around, but that's with bimbos who he doesn't know. We may not be that close yet, but if we were to sleep with each other now it would just blow the whole plan."

"And what plan would that be, Coyote?" he asks in a taunting tone and with a raised eyebrow.

"That's what I came to you for."

"I have a plan, but you probably won't go for it."

"Try me," I say.

"At 9:00 next week on Tuesday you're going to be at the coffee shop finishing up a late-night writing assignment. You're going to take the long way home because you are all out of ideas and need a long walk. You're then going to walk by the alley between Lexington Ave and 3rd Ave. When you walk by you will be grabbed by a few guys I've tipped off about a drug drop. Now if you're right about Eric tracking you his men will be there to rescue you and take you back to his arms safe and sound. And if you're wrong, well let's just say you should probably carry some sort of weapon on you."

"Do I have a choice?" I ask.

"Of course, you always do. Sex or drug deal. Your choice. I'm not a monster you know," he said, smirking a little.

I'm going to shoot that smirk off your face one of these days you son of a bitch.

"9:00?"

"Yeah 9:00. So we've got a plan?"