Mission Impossible

Chapter 49 ~ It Comes With the Job

CLARA'S POV

  "This is the mission?" I asked, unamused. "I'm above this and we all know it," I complained as I stared at Andrew Reid from behind a panel of glass.

"Maybe by the C.I.A.'s standards. But you're in a whole other league now. And you're young, and arrogant," a voice said behind me. That same man with the square face from the warehouse was standing there, an annoying smirk on his face. He was dressed in a three piece suit, which annoyed me even more.

  "Maxwell Batoff," I greeted him. "I prefer agile and confident," I retorted. A breath of air left his nostrils.

  "Of course you would," he said. Zayn nodded at Batoff.

  "Batoff. I didn't know you would be here," he admitted, more so to me than to his boss.

  "Yes, well, I just had to see her in action," Maxwell said as he flipped his tail coat and took a seat. "You're a fine agent, Malik, but it's possible you could be blinded by love. I need to make sure she's as good as you say," he said. 

  "I have a name, you know," I bit back, annoyed by how he was speaking to me.

  "Then tell us," he motioned to the room, full of no one but Zayn and I. "Last I checked, you weren't ready to change your name." And I wasn't. Clara Walker was who I was. Dead or not. My pause was answer enough. "Well, then. Let's see what you got," he said as he sat back, pleased with himself. 

  I looked at the glass behind me, and saw Andrew Reid, looking scared as shit as he looked at the tray of interrogation tools next to him. It was clear those were for me, to use on him. But like I said: I'm Clara Walker. And Clara Walker rarely does what she is told.

  I reached my hands down to the bottom of my shirt, and tugged it over my head. Once my head peeked out, I was able to see Maxwell, eyes wide as he tried to process what I was doing. His eyes followed my hands as I unbuttoned my jeans and I kicked off my boots, sliding my pants down my legs. Maxwell was too shocked to speak, and the lack of Zayn's protests told me he was too. I took a step towards Maxwell and started to undo his belt buckle. Maxwell was still shocked into silence, but his hips lifted up to help me none the less. As I was pulling it out of the loops, I felt Zayn tug on my arm.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" he angrily whispered, his jealously spilling out at the fact I was half naked and undressing another man. His grip on my arm was tight, way tighter than it should have been, which was perfect. I smiled a little and felt Zayn's grip tightened as his anger grew. I wrapped the belt around my hands, and used my teeth to tighten it, never breaking eye contact with Zayn. His face was a mixture of anger, confusion, and lust, as he watched me. I broke eye contact and looked down at my arm, causing Zayn to let go. As he removed his hand, a small bruise had formed.

  "Thanks," I said as I walked towards the door leading to Andrew Reid. "Aren't you going to open the door for me?" I asked Zayn, who slowly walked over to me. I looked back at Maxwell and gave him a smirk, before my face contorted into one of horror. "Please, please, let me go, I don't know anything!" I screamed as Zayn opened the door. I tumbled in, and Zayn shut it behind me. I picked myself off the floor, squeezing tears out of my eyes. Once I knew my face was wet enough, I looked up, and made eye contact with Andrew.

  "Wait, aren't you-," he started to say. I scrambled to my feet.

  "Oh, thank God!" I cried out, lunging towards him and grabbing onto any part of his body I could. "What is going on? All I remember is we were at the club, and then there was that water bed, and then-," I started recounting all the events of the previous night until my eyes came across the tray of 'tools'. I let out another scream and shuffled away from the table, backing myself into the corner of the room. It was hard to do with my hands tied, but my fumbling around only added to the act.