Espionage [H.S]

Chapter 4

Stella's P.O.V.

It was far too early for anyone to really be awake. Fog polluted the city streets, and the sun was only just peeking over the horizon. I was currently waiting in a cafe across the street from Labcorps, sipping an espresso. It tasted bitter and strong, but I guess that's what makes it good. The caffeine was desperately needed. My sleep schedule was completely fucked over. It was either early morning missions, late night targets, or some days, both. What I'm doing now, being on one of those early missions. The files I received from Vanderbilt filled me in on everything Ledger. He was a middle aged man with thinning brown hair, dark eyes and clean shaven. He had no living relatives, meaning he owned the entire Labcorps company. He has a wife, no kids. He drives a silver Aventador Lamborghini, and if the information is correct, he should arrive to work in exactly 3 minutes.

I tapped my nails on the side of the cup as I waited. All I had to do was stick the tracker on the bottom of the car, simple. It would only take a couple seconds and then I was free for the rest of the day; hopefully anyway. Easy was good. No, easy was great. Easy would let me get some sleep. No witnesses, no touching, and no blood on my hands, for once.

My eyes flickered from the large window in the shop to the clock. Where was he? He should've been here by now. I tapped my nails at a faster pace, until a car whipped around the corner. I stood from my seat and started to pull my money out to pay, when someone touched my arm. I spun around and raised an eyebrow. The waiter that had been cleaning off the tables stood in front of me, "On the house, babe." His eyes scanned up and down my body before returning to my face. Without saying anything, I just sighed quietly and turned on my heel, grabbing my leather jacket off the back of the chair. I started to walk off but turned around at the door, "Thanks." I winked, and heard him shout after me, "Come back soon, yeah?" No, thanks. I thought.

My heels clicked as I walked across the street to where Ledgers car was parked. Not a lot of people seemed to be around and the ones that were, were all too busy to notice me. I waited for a woman to walk around the corner before I crouched down. I pulled a small circular tracker out of my jacket and peeled the backing off. I stuck it in the wheel-well of the car and pressed the button in the center until it beeped. It turned on and linked with my phone. I could practically track anywhere Ledger went, meaning if any deals were made, I would know where to go. I started to stand up when I heard someone behind me, "Stella?" Shit. I turned around and put on the brightest smile I could manage.

"Matt? I didn't know you were back from your trip."

"I didn't know you liked crouching behind cars either. New hobby?" He smirked, one to rival my own.

"Dropped something," I mumbled.

"I was gonna come to your apartment later and surprise you. Since we are both already out, why don't we just catch up now?" My brain cried for me to say no, to go home and sleep, but I couldn't refuse him.

"Of course, it's been months," I smiled again but it didn't feel as fake.

We walked past the cafe across the street and to another one, just around the corner. After ordering another espresso to keep me awake, we sat down. "So, how's college life treating you?" I asked, looking over my red nails.

"Boring as hell, honestly Stella, I think you'd burn the books faster than you did back in middle school."

"Oh god, you still remember that?" I blushed.

"Of course I do. How can you forget when someone burns Mr. Morrison's algebra book, after he failed you. He was furious the whole week. So here's my question, you still have that pish posh office job?"

"Yeah, it's been kind of interesting lately." That wasn't exactly a lie. Styles sure seemed to be making well of that.

"Well I'm not surprised, working for the government and all. Also, when is something not interesting when you're involved?" I felt a smile grow on my face before I could catch myself. Same old Matt from my school years. Our parents being friends, we obviously had to be around each other a lot. When they all went out to some fancy dinner, Matt's parents would drop him off at my house with the babysitter. We grew up together. We went to the same school, sat together at lunch, and we became very close friends. He was really my only close friend. He's the only person in my life that's never wavered, never left after they got what they wanted.