Mission Impossible

Chapter 6~ Meeting the Friends

CLARA'S POV

  My black slittoes clicked against the concrete floor as I walked towards the main entrance where Sydney thought I was meeting Harry for a date. I was meeting Harry, but not for a date. 

  Tonight was our second mission, where we would be infiltrating Vipe, the club The Vipers used as a cover for their illegal business. I had my usual knives on my person, and a gun in my clutch. As I made my way down the stairs, my short, sparkly navy blue dress started riding up my legs, so I tried to tug it down but it would just keep riding up again. I groaned and stopped trying, reaching the bottom of the stairs and finally catching sight of Harry, who was smirking at me in his tight black jeans, and a black button up shirt that was showing off some tattoos as it wasn't buttoned-up the whole way.

  "Showing a bit much, eh?" Harry joked, glancing down at my legs. I looked down, expecting to see my underwear or something, but instead seeing the tip of one of my knives peeking out from under the shimmery material.

  "I could say the same about you," I replied, nodding my head towards his chest while I tugged my dress down with my hands. even though I didn't think tattoos would be included in a personnel file, I was still shocked to know he was inked. I didn't think they allowed that in the agency. "Ready?"

  "Always," he replied, and his eyes quickly left mine before he walked over to me and kissed my cheek, putting his hand on my back and leading me out of the main entrance instead of the garage. "Your friends are watching," he explained as we walked, and I couldn't help but feel the smallest bit disappointed.

  "Sorry about Sydney," I said, walking with Harry out the door and turning right to access the garage from outside. "She's very happy for me. All the girls are. It gives them hope that maybe they'll be in a relationship one day, too", I explained to Harry. "Or just one day since we aren't actually together," I quickly added.

  "I get it. All the boys back at Greywood feel the same. They really want to meet you," he told me as I placed my hand on a hidden scanner so Harry and I could get inside. Little did they know they already had. The panel cleared me and Harry opened the door for me, letting me go first.

  "Whoa, a little fast don't you think?" I joked and Harry laughed. It was the same kind of laugh I had first heard from him, but this time it was more beautiful since he wasn't torturing me.

  "How long were you with elevator boy?" Harry slyly asked me, trying to learn more about me and also try to make me squirm with the mention of me having sex in a elevator. My heart pulled at the mention of elevator boy but I wouldn't give Harry the reaction he was looking for.

  "Who said anything about relationships?" I questioned, throwing back his words from before and trying to pretend the topic didn't bother me. Harry chuckled and opened the car door of the same red sports car we had driven the night before. Harry got into the drivers seat and had the slighest frown stretched across his mouth. I ignored it at first but when I looked over a minute later and he still had the same look, I spoke up. "What's wrong?"

  "Oh nothing," Harry seemed startled by my intrusion. "Just thinking about the mission," he said, but I knew he wasn't finished. "How close does Rain mean when she says close?" he questioned.

  "Whatever it takes," I shrugged, used to this. This was all part of being a spy.

  "What happens if a subject rejects you?" he asked, seeming to have returned to normal now.

  "You're a spy, as well. You know," I replied.

  "Not really, I don't get rejected," Harry said, a smirk evident on his face and I knew he was back.