Secrets to Keep

Chapter 15 - Agent Rave

Clarissa pulls into her spot, stopping fast. She looks around, noticing a familiar black SUV. With even more familiar government plates on the back.

"Oh shit." She says to herself.

She gets off her bike and quickly walks towards the track. She hears door slam close behind her and the footsteps of quickly moving boots. This makes her walk faster, almost at a jog.

"Agent Rave." She hears her name called out behind her, but ignores it.

"Rave!" Louder this time and getting closer.

She is in the doors before they reach her and she locks them behind her. Without bothering to turn around, she runs the rest of the way to the track. Their banging echoes around her. She is so worried about not letting them get to her, she doesn't notice Tyler walking towards her.

"Whoa what's the hurry?" He says as they collide, his hands gripping her arms.

"Their back." Is all she says for him to understand.

"Why can't they leave us alone? Do they really need you that bad?"

"You know they want both of us."

"Yeah, but you were always the better agent." He says with a smirk, looking down at her, trying to get her to lighten up.

"Ha ha." She fakes and pulls away from him, walking around him to the track.

The two walked towards the silent track. Them being the only ones their gives them time and space to get down to it, without interruptions. They ran prechecks on the bike. The new one she had been riding. It wasn't her old one, but it is brand new and it was fully paid for by her sponsors. Not that she has to pay for anything anymore. She is such a huge name, she has plenty of sponsors that pay for everything even some of her own personal items. Just her using something when she's not racing, gives the sponsors publicity. She is the poster girl; the one ever young girl and boys look up too. It helps that her brother was also a famous racer, until is accident over ten years ago, costing him his life. She would have taken over, but she was already an agent at the time. So, no one raced with her last name for six years until her group was disbanded.

For her to go back and be an agent, she would have to quick her racing career. She would have to go back into the shadows. Becoming unknown, like before. Her entire family was in the racing field, along with horse shows. Those two things have always been in her life. She chose to go a different route when she turned eighteen. She was never a big name as her brother was. He was older and better at everything. She knew she was never going to be like him. She was smart and wanted to do something he couldn't. Becoming an agent for the pentagon, was something he could and would never do. But it came with a cost, she turned invisible. She stopped talking with her family, stopped seeing them. She always watched the races when she could, but because of what she did, she didn't want them to get involved or get hurt. Unfortunately, she never got to see her brother again and two years later after her brother died, her parents died in a car accident. You'd think she would stay away from driving after her family died from road worthy vehicles, but its in her blood.

"Agent Rave, Agent Rhodes." A large man, with a deep voice walks close to the pair.

The first man with his brown skin and large beer belly. His black hair is a ruffled mess on the top of his head. He wears a gray suit and black Italian shoes. The second man has tan skin, athletic build and a perfect military cut. His posture showed authority and business. Opposite of the first man. The pair looks over the two. The first one immediately flinching away at seeing the anger fuming from Clarissa.

"Agent Rave, please we need to talk." The first one says, trying to calm her down.

"Agent Fowler, Agent Greggory, get off my track." She growls through clenched teeth.