"What exactly do you want to know?" He asks me.
We're sitting in a coffee shop. The aroma of lattes and mochas filling the air. He pulls the hot cup to his mouth waiting for a response. I'm still in my bullet proof vest. My handgun visible, tucked into my belt and my knife tucked into a pocket within my right boot. As I go to pick up the cup of tea placed in front of me my jet black hair falls beside my shoulders and over my black cotton shirt.
"Tell me the location of Xavier."
He tuts, a smirk now where his cup was.
"Sweetheart as much as my cousin and I have our differences. He is still my cousin. I can't jeopardise our work."
His smirk is even more infuriating than his response. I place my fingers in the handle and wait for another remark. Studying his every move.
"So why would you come here?"
"As you know my cousin hasn't exactly been...kind to your fellow agents. I was sent here to tell you that you need to tell your Operatives to stand down. Stay away."
I laugh.
A cold laugh despite the hot beverage still in the palm of my hand.
"Stand down? Do you not know what we stand for? What makes you think we will stand down?"
He fumbles with the edge of his cup. His eyes fly up to meet mine and I'm taken back by the threat they hold.
I hate having to chase down the nice looking criminals. However they appear to be the most mysterious ones.
"As we speak some of my men are surrounding this coffee shop."
I turn to look for the faces yet nobody dares to meet my eye.
"And?"
"And unless you would like your team to be the next Agents my cousin kills I suggest you tell your Operatives to turn a blind eye."
It doesn't make sense.
Why turn up, ask to speak and then tell us to stay away?
Flora was only able to track him due to the information Mikey was given...unless that information was planted for him to find.
It adds up. Why after all this time would he find something right before Greyson turns up?
"Why?"
He looks at me confused.
"Why what?"
"Why after all this time would you give Agent MO5 that information? Why would you allow FB9 to track you? You didn't just come here to tell me to stay away. You want something else."
He smiles and nods. Taking a sip of the hot coffee still releasing steam.
"You're smart. I see why you're the second best at what you do." He continues "We have something you want. Something you've been looking for and in return we want the upper hand"
"I don't want anything you have."
"Really?" He smiles and worry fills me. "So you don't want to see your partner again?" My chest tightens and so does my grip on the handle.
"You don't get to talk about my partner. He's dead. We found his body ages ago."
"Dead? Are you sure of that? Or did you go by what your Operatives told you?"
I shake my head as tears linger on my bottom eyelid.
***
2 years and 3 months ago.
Age seventeen.
9 months into training.
"Show no emotion. If your enemy detects any sort, they will know your weakness." He says
My mind is exhausted from the hours of training. I'm out of the MTFA room (mental tests for Alphas) and the images of my fears are passing through my mind.
"Yes Operative Jackson." I say. Still frightened. Still exhausted yet my face emotionless.
He's standing infront of me. Staring at me. Studying my behaviour.
He sighs.
"You will face the hardest things but you need to know that none of those things matter when you're in front of a criminal. You must learn to be heartless."
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Perilous Passion
Teen FictionShe's a Field agent sent by the IA organisation to kill Xavier Walker. A man whose face is a mystery. When she is approached by his cousin and told that her partner is alive she is given a deal. "If you tell us every time they gain information...w...
