Espionage [H.S]

Chapter 7

Harry's P.O.V

"Why would you let Storm take the shipment?" I could hear the anger in his voice even though he tried to hide it.

"Sir, Black called it in first, I..."

"I don't care, you were there also, instead you purposely let her take the credit," Walton interrupted, making me cringe. I felt the weight of the file I had found at the warehouse in my jacket pocket. I slowly pulled it out and slammed on the desk in front of him. "I found this. Black has no idea."

I watched as he opened the file and read through the pages in silence. I looked around the room, realizing how much I hated his office.

"Well, this could come in useful, it contains more names for us," He said, holding up the pages. I nodded curtly, as I waited for him to decide his punishment.

"We have a new agent," he mumbled simply to watch my reaction.

"Sir, you know I'm better than that, why don't you get Tomlinson or someone to go with them?"

"Styles, stop," he commanded sternly. He pointed at the chair opposite him, indicating to sit down. "No one else has let such an important shipment fall into our rival's hands. You on the other hand, have. For the file, you will be rewarded, I will send you the details to a gala tonight in which a target is attending."

I nodded, before standing up and walking out. Outside, in the lobby was a young man, probably closer to a boy.

"How old are you?" I asked him, walking straight past him, making him keep up.

"I'm nineteen, sir."

"Name?"

"Nick."

I stopped walking, and turned around to face him. "Last name?"

"Um, Roberts."

I nodded, "We do not use first names, you will call me Styles, everyone in the business will call you Roberts."

He nodded and I could see his hands slightly shaking. I lead him towards the front door and outside. The warm afternoon sun washed over my face, taking a deep breath I turned back to Roberts. "Do you have a file for your mission today?"

He nodded, quickly handing over the file in his hands. I read through the mission quickly, letting a groan escape at the realization that I was basically babysitting. I handed the file back to him and walked the remaining distance to my car, with Roberts on my hip. We slipped in and I drove towards the café we were to be stationed at across from Labcorps. After parking the car, we made our way into the small café, ordering a coffee each and taking them to sit at a table on the outside patio section.

"So, we're just waiting to see if anyone peculiar walks in or out of the building?" Roberts asked, as we sat down at the table with a view of Labcorps' door. I nodded my head, taking a sip of the strong black coffee.

"Do you do that a lot? Just sort of sit and wait?" He asked me, making me laugh.

"Well I don't," I told him, grumbling, taking a sip of the coffee.

"I apologize, sir, I bet you do some of the awesome stuff. I'm going to get boring stuff for ages, aren't I?" He asked, looking at me expectantly.

"Too much talking," I told him quietly, motioning towards the door.

I was halfway through a mouthful of coffee when I heard a voice behind me, making me almost spit it back into the mug.

"Is somebody babysitting today?" Black's voice sounded in my ear, making me turn to look at her. "Is my poor baby losing his status?"