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The week had passed by quickly, Brad spending his days with Wells while Olivia trained, taking out her frustration and nerves on the boxing bag, imagining it was the British boy she was punching with all her strength. They hadn't talked to each other since the phone call from Wells, and the tension in the apartment was starting to weigh on the rest of the team.

- Are you sure you're comfortable with this? Tristan asked Olivia as she packed her clothes in her suitcase.

The two were in Liv's room, Tristan leaning against the window while Olivia was carefully choosing what clothes to bring for her "weekend getaway".

- Comfortable with what? she asked, taking a dress off its hanger and placing it in the suitcase.

- All of this, the blond boy answered. Going on a weekend with Wells, having sex with him.

- Thanks for the concern Evans, but that's my job, Olivia said before closing her suitcase.

- I know, but it doesn't make it any more right. This mission wasn't supposed to go on for so long, you weren't supposed to have to do that so often.

- Look, I really appreciate the sentiment, but as I said, it's my job, be pretty and spread my legs as the other asshole said, Liv said before leaving her room holding her suitcase in her hand, Tristan following her into the living room.

- Let's finish this mission as quickly as possible then, he answered, making her smile.

It was the first time one of her teammates showed any concern about her and the tasks that were attributed to her since Lucy. And of all the team members she had had throughout the years, the first one to be sympathetic was from the BA. Never judge a book by its cover as they say...

Once the brunette was ready, Tristan drove her to Elizabeth's place where she waited to be picked up. When the doorbell rang, she went to open the door, expecting to find Brad behind it, but was surprised to see Dimitri, one of Wells's bodyguards standing there.

- Good afternoon Miss Pavlova, the 6'3 giant said with a thick Russian accent. Are you ready?

- I am, Liv said as she wondered where Brad was.

She had not heard from him since the day before and the fact that he was not the one picking her up today made her think something was wrong. And despite the fact that he had been nothing but an asshole to her since the day they met, she couldn't help but worry about him. If Wells found out who his Head if Security really was, Brad would be in big trouble.

- Where's Leo? she asked Dimitri as she sat on the back seat of the Jaguar.

- Unavailable, he answered before turning the engine on.

- And Russell? Liv then asked as she noticed they weren't taking the usual route to his villa.

She was starting to have a bad feeling about this weekend getaway.

- Mr Wells will join you as soon as we arrive in London, Miss, Dimitri answered, his eyes on the road.

The brunette didn't answer as she looked at the road through the window. Why was her heart racing at the idea of Brad possibly being in danger? He was a trained agent, there was no reason for her to worry about him, but what would happen to the mission if he was compromised? She had lost partners before, partners who were not such dickheads to her, so why did she feel sick at the thought of what Wells would do to Brad if he found out his real identity?

The journey to London was quiet, not only because Liv's mind was too busy thinking about Brad to have a proper discussion with anyone, but also because it was only her and four bodyguards in the private jet flying them to the United Kingdom. During the two-hour flight, she had thought of every scenario possible, and a plan of attack if any of them turned out true. She had also analysed the bodyguards' behaviour, trying to figure out if Wells was also onto her, but they all seemed oblivious to her real identity.

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