By the time I was 4, I could speak 3 languages whilst you were forming you're first friend group. You grew up with dolls? I grew up with guns. You grew up in dresses? I grew up in bulletproof vests with bands of weapons strapped to every part of my...
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Elijah's POV
Looking through the mission file, I realised this would take longer than expected. This is the biggest mission we've been assigned. I mean, we can still do it but it'll just take a bit longer than we originally thought.
"Has anyone seen Hugo? He's not answering his phone and I have some things I need to esk him before we leave." Derek asks, walking around into my office with a coffee in one hand a hand grenade in the other.
Normally, people would be terrified if they saw this and would run towards the hills, but it's normal around here. I mean, he once walked into the kitchen with a puppy in one hand and a man's ear lobe in the other? Don't ask me where he got it from, even I don't know.
"Does it look like we've seen him? We've been sitting in here going over the first part of a mission whilst you've been fondolling bombs and fuck knows what." I state, looking at him directly in the eyes whilst handing the copies of the mission files and the new agents file to the girls.
"Right, well okay. I need him to look over the cars technical advancements I put in, just to double check if they're good to go. Call me if you see him."
Taking his leave, he places the coffee on Nevayah's coffee table, telling her to 'drink it if she needs an IQ boost from 0-100' . Let's just say he didn't manage to get to the bottom of the corridor before Nev had twisted his arsehole so far up his own arse that he would be shitting bricks out his mouth for a month.
Turning to me, Liliana gives me a skeptical look. "I'm going to go, Derek has been quiet for too long and i'm worried he's going to go and accidentally blow something up."
"Fine, how did your task go? All ready for the departure tonight?" I ask, starting to stand whilst raising a brow at her.
"Yeah yeah, all good and set. So boss, where are we headed? Do I need to pack 'hot girl summer clothes' or 'a hoe never gets cold in winter' clothes?" Liliana asks, getting her phone out to take notes, waiting for my response.
A ghost of a smirk breaks my facade of no emotions and she winks at me.
"Go and pack your bags, I'll tell you all when we get in the car. I'll give you 20 minutes - go and tell the others. Seconds over the 20 minutes and I'll put you all in isolation."
She nods, taking her file and begins to chant my words through the corridors as she skips. She's always had a loose wire somewhere in that air-filled head, but we never questioned it. That's just how she's always been, always on the edge of blowing this whole house up or protecting us with her life.
I lean on the front of my desk, re-reading all the lines, quotes and details about the case. Several questions flow through my mind, 'why do we need another agent?' , 'feral?' , 'how can someone be feral, i mean i understand what flows through your veins as an agent, but feral?'
