Cold Blood

☠ Berlin, Germany

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I sit peacefully at the corner of a ratskeller here in Berlin while drinking my second glass of beer.

It's been so long since I have a time for myself.

Tracking subjects has been my daily routine for the last six years and trust me, it's getting old and boring.

Hell, I even found myself in Cagayan during my last mission.

The only thing I benefitted from that was meeting my great friend, Rome Gomez.

Or should I say, Rome Yuson. She used the Gomez as her undercover last name.

That woman, she reminds me a lot of someone dear to me.

And, she's already married to her hot headed team leader.

I really find their love story cute. I'm sure that they received my gift for them because she's hinting about it on her instagram by once again using codes.

"Hi"

I look up just to find another girl on my table.

She's holding a cocktail drink in her hand while batting her fake eyelashes on me, she's now the third one to approach me.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Yes" I answered frankly, can't they just stay away?

"What?"

"I do mind if you join me, Miss" my fingers tapping on the table "I want to be alone, so please, if you must.."

"Your loss" she hissed at me.

"I don't think so"

I motion her to leave my table, she gave me a death glare but I laugh my ass off at her.

The lights inside the ratskeller switch off all at once making the place so dark, then the spotlight switch on and it focused on the stripper pole on the stage.

A slow sensual music begins to play in the background and a woman who barely wears anything started dancing on the pole.

Her long and slender legs expertly hooking around the pole as she do some sultry steps.

The other lads here started to get crazy as she sway her wide hips.

The crowd looks crazier when she gets down the stage and she make the whole ratskeller's floor her runway.

But I'm interrupted once again when eyes are on me when the dancer make her way towards me.

Her black lingerie that barely covers anything making the bruders to salivate.

A smile crept on my lips when she literally serve herself on my table and she traces my jawline with her slender fingers.

Then her sweet scent invaded my nostrils, fuck.

That sweet familiar scent that I've been smelling for two weeks randomly on the streets of Berlin.

I gave her a sharp look and she flashes me a smirk, her eyes are challenging me. Something is wrong in here.

I watch her half naked figure as she go back to the stage to finish her number.

I stand up and exit the place, my hand feeling my pistol in my holster.

For two weeks, I know that I've been followed, but could it be that woman?

There's only one way to find out.

I waited at the exit door of the ratskeller, I'm willing to wait in here to confirm it.

After waiting for like an eternity, the exit door of the cabaret opens and the woman in question emerged.