Agent Chetiri

Chapter 32

Author's Note:

Hi everyone! Here's the new update. You get copious amounts of Badass Alexa in this chapter, so I hope you enjoy that.

On another note, we're (kind of) close to 500 views. If we can make it to 500 views, I'll add in a surprise present for all of you to enjoy. I'll add a hint for what it is in the next chapter. So, please continue to review and watch for the hint as well!

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I tell myself, as sternly as possible, that his is how things work here. We do dangerous things and people die. People die and we move on to the next dangerous thing. The sooner that lesson sinks in, the better chance I have at surviving that situation.

-Veronica Roth

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Alexa woke with a start as the plane landed in Buenos Aires at eight o'clock that evening. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and stared out at the darkened landscape. As she stretched, she wondered what her plan of action would be and decided that she would head to a different hotel than the one that was booked for her. She wanted to avoid the MI6's presence at all costs to focus on the mission.

Her limbs felt sluggish as she took her bag out of the compartment and exited the plane. It was approximately midnight in London time, but it was only eight PM in Argentina. In turn, she felt wobbly, tense, and fatigued. The flight attendant handed her a paper to let herself back in on the flight back and explained that they would be waiting around Buenos Aires until she was ready. She exited the plane with her luggage and was led down to an empty, rather average car by the flight attendant.

She leant her head against the side of the car and looked around at her surroundings. Alexa blinked slightly and drove through the hangar's gates, ready to find some place for her to stay a night. She sped down the Autopista Illia, before taking the ramp into the residential areas near the docks.

After driving up and down the darkened streets for nearly an hour, she finally found a small, locally owned hotel called La Villa del Mar. Her eyes brightened at the sight of it and she parked the car at their small parking lot. It blended well with the other cars, which were also rather average and beat up.

She grabbed her things and headed into the hotel, which was brightly lit. "Yo hablo inglés," Alexa said, using her rudimentary knowledge of Spanish. The older woman at the receptionist's desk blinked at her explanation and immediately nodded.

"Sí, sí. Un momento," she said, waving her hands as she stood up and headed to the back office. "Oy, Maria! Esta mujer no habla español."

Shortly afterwards, Alexa saw a woman about her age emerge from the room. "Can I help you?" she said, looking curiously at Alexa.

"I'd like to stay for a night," she explained. The woman nodded and opened the leather book on the desk.

"431 pesos for Room 8, please," she said. Alexa looked into her suitcase and found two stacks of Argentina Pesos. She handed the woman the stated amount and took the key for the room. Alexa thanked her and made her way up the flight of stairs.

She walked into the room and looked at it for a moment before crashing onto the bed. Alexa felt strained, both emotionally and physically. She had tried to keep Q out of her mind for as long as possible, but in the silence of the night, she could not escape thoughts about him. Her heart twisted painfully upon thinking about what she had walked in on and wondered, why hadn't anyone said anything? Couldn't someone from the Q-Branch have told her?