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'Stay a little more.' Calvin pleads as we lay in bed.
'Cal, today is so important, you know that as well as I do, then we will have all the rest of the days to slack off in bed together.'
'Forever.'
'Forever.' I lay a kiss on his plump lips, and he tries to pull me back into bed 'Nope Cal, I'm getting up.'
'Ugh, fuck.' He says as I stand up, walking towards my closet, with a smirk on my face. One last day, just one...
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'Let's do this.' I say, nodding at Sperm Donor, then dust off my tight ass spy wear.
'Ashton and Luke are in their places, as are Roman and Calvin, is your earpiece working?'
'Crystal clear.' I tap the gadget on my ear.
'You got the blood?' He raises a brow.
'Yes, Christian, I have everything.' I deadpan.
'Good luck.' He says and I turn to the black vehicle behind me, opening the door, 'And Blair? Take care...'
I take in a breath and give him another nod, before stepping into the vehicle.
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'We've got this.' Alex assures, as he sits beside me.
'We've got this.' I confirm, the gun in my waist band, digs into my thigh like the anxiety digs into my mind. But being with Alexander really calms me down, this twin shit is definitely real.
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We pull up close to a building in rural Heartsland. I touch my ear piece before saying 'Has the gas been deployed? Over.'
'Yes, you may proceed. Over.' The voice over the transmission says, I look at Alexander, and slowly pull on my gas mask. We climb out, holding our guns in front of us and enter the shack.
Many guards lay sleeping on the floor as the cloud of gas consumes them. The shack is pretty rundown but we mustn't judge a book by its cover, Heartsland is home to advances in technology not released to the rest of the world yet.
'Look for and loose panels on the floor.' I order.
I pull one of the bodies of the guard and take their entrance card, it may be useful.
'Here!' Alexander calls and I walk over to him. I pull up the panel revealing a ladder. Crawling down, the material of the walls switch from wood to a rich metal, we find ourselves in a corridor, we aim our guns in self defence and turn around to find the vault at the end of the corridor.
'Yes.' I exclaim in celebration.
We make our way to the end if the corridor. Whirring echoes through the walls before a small flap opens and a needle is brought out. Most likely to prick the skin for blood. I open my bumbag and pull out the small tube of Elizabeth's blood. I pour some of the blood on the needle and it retracts then some more whirring follows...
After a while the vault doors begin to click open and I breath a sigh of relief. Thank God...
'We are in. Over..' I say through the transmission and a reply comes in but it's not clear, most likely due to us being underground.
The vault door opens, revealing rows of files, and computers, in a somewhat orderly mess. A reflection of the persons mind almost. I step in, checking for any other guards. The vault is airtight, meaning the gas hasn't reached here...
'You take the computers, I'll do the files.' I tell Alexander.
'Can I do the files?' He asks, making me raise a brow.
'Sure...'
I reach the computers, pressing on, it asks for a username and password. I bite my lip in frustration. Pulling out the card I took from the guard I enter a mixture of numbers into the Username. I look closer at the card and notice some braille under the username. It's a long shot, but it could be.
'Roman, I need a translation of this braille, I'm sending it now. Over.' I say then pull out my phone to take some photos of the card, looking back I see Alex flicking through documents.
'Yeah, Blair it says DylanLancaster, D and L capital, I don't know the relation though.'
i do...
'Okay thanks...Over.'
Of course it would be that, no one would know about Dylan that's still alive except Ryder and now me... But that's only because I wasn't meant to live...
I type DylanLancaster into the computer and it unlocks.
fist pump
I go to documents and pause for a moment, holding my breath I press on it. I bite down harder on my lip as I see endless files on prostitution rings, sex trafficking of young girls, drug trafficking, assassinations, fraud. The list goes on. Criminal fucking gold. Pulling out my USB I download everything into it, impatiently tapping my foot as I watch the bar go up.
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'Done, fuck yes!' I exclaim, pulling out the USB, which now feels warm from being used 'You?' I turn to Alexander.
'Just about.'
'Okay let's get the fuck out of here then.'
We move towards the vault door but before we reach to open it, it opens by itself, I pull out my gun as adrenaline rushes through my veins.
'Blair... Monroe...' Ryder Lancaster greets.
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