The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 1 The New Mission

"It's official. I'm never gonna let you drive my car again" Brett announced for the 6452nd time as we were walking up the stairs to our agency. "Actually, I'm not even getting in a car which you're driving, ever again." I just rolled my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time today.

We just finished a mission that consisted of tracking down a mob boss and his compound, which was like a freaking fortress by the way (thanks a lot for the non existing warning Chief) and bringing him back to The Agency alive.

I know it may sound easy, but belive me, it's harder than it sounds and even more exhausting.

Usually I can handle Brett's complaining, endless sarcasm and rambling but today has been tiring enough without having to listen to this any longer.

I was seconds away from turning around and punching him in the throat. Thankfully Tyler interfered before I could execute my masterplan.

"Dude. Stop whining before K.C punches you or something." Even though Tyler is a total asshole most of the time, I have to give him points for knowing what pisses me off.

Well Tyler obviously handled this situation more calmly than I would have, and I am grateful that I didn't have to punch one of my teammates to make him shut up.

Brett still muttered something under his breath that I didn't quite catch, but my guess would be a string of profanities directed either at me or Tyler, or just at the world and universe in general.

We were chased by the mobber's men in 3 black SUVs earlier today and I was driving Brett's Audi R8, and lets just say the outcome wasn't all that pretty.

The thing about Brett is that he is very possessive of his baby, which in his case is his car and doesn't let many people drive it unless it was an emergency.

But I didn't understand why he was complaining about my driving though. I'm an excellent driver...

Oh really?

Shut up brain!

Fine, maybe sometimes I can be kind of a reckless driver, but, I have never crashed a car in my life, so I call that good driving.

We reached the top of the stairs and the glassdoors of the building. I opened one of them and didn't bother to hold it open for the guys, just walked straight in. They always complain about how girly it makes them feel when I hold the door for them, so I just gave up at some point. As we walked in we were greeted by the busy life of The Agency.

We walked further in the building and started to head to our residence on the 4th floor. However our journey was cut short by Agent P.L.

Everyone in The Agency has their own initials that they are called by.

Only your team members and the Chief are allowed to know your full name, the other agents are to call you by your initials, which in my case, were K.C.

"Agent K.C. The Chief wants to see you in his office." Agent P.L. said sounding out of breath like he had just ran a marathon while having to drink sand instead of water.

"Why" I asked him with a small frown.

"I don't know. He didn't say why. He just said he wanted to see you." With that he walked -scratch that bolted- past me and my team as if a creepy killer clown was following him.

"Well someone is in a hurry..." Tyler said while looking at P.L.'s quickly retreating figure.

I just ignored them and made my way to the elevator.

I wonder what Chief could possibly want from me right now considering I just came from a exhausting mission and wanted nothing more than to lay down in my bed and sleep for a few weeks so that I would conveniently sleep over my period and not have to deal with cramps and all that jazz.