Librarian today, spy tomorrow

I jumped over the short fence, dodging the few early joggers. The car had
reached its destination. It stopped just outside the gates. I ran along the
edges of the park, hidden by the line of oak trees that encircled it. I
instantly slowed down as The Retriever came into view, walking towards
the Mercedes with a poker face. I crouched near the gates, camouflaged
by an oak tree, as the car door slowly opened. A short plump man in his
late forties, with a pink shiny bald head, emerged, trying to look as tall
and authoritative as he could, followed by two guards double his size and
dressed in black suits, topped of with shades. One carried an aluminum
briefcase. The plump man ordered TweedleDum- the taller of the two
guards to hand over the case to The Retriever. With this accomplished,
the three men got back in to the car which instantly screeched away in a
cloud of dust. The Retriever turned flicked open the case, seemed
satisfied and clicked it shut again. I slipped my beautiful Cartier diamond
encrusted .38 out of the small hand bag I carried and aimed at his head.

Instead of hearing a cry of pain, I instead received a blow from the back. I
tried to elbow the ambusher but firm hands wrapped around my arms,
restraining them. The revolver got kicked from my hands. TweedleDee
was standing in front of me, with my gun in his hands.

“Now then, why can’t you just let the man do his job?” he asked, with a
faint Russian accent. My arms may have been restraint but my legs
weren’t. I waited as he came closer before giving him a blow to the
stomach. He didn’t flinch. I then kicked a less guarded area making him
double up. I grinned as he stared at me with cold pain-filled eyes.
TweedleDum behind me kicked me in the back of my knees making me
kneel over before tugging at me to stand up again. A cough came from
behind the guard I inflicted pain on, making me look up. He moved out of
the way gritting his teeth. The short plump man stood in front of me. I
ignored him and looked at the gates. The Retriever was gone. I had let the
documents slip out of my hands.

“They send a woman?!” he asked, in particular to no one, disgust in his

voice,

“You’d think they would try a little harder,” He sighed before giving the
small single command.

“Kill her,” He turned around, walking back to the car which was parked
round the corner.

“And kill her quick.” He added not turning around.

The guard I inflicted pain on, was standing straight again. He stepped
closer raising one hand to stroke my cheek.

“Too bad we couldn’t play before you die, I quite enjoy brunettes.” he
whispered near my ear,

I did the only thing in my power and spat on his face, removing the smile
from it. I winced at the impact of the back of his hand on my cheek before
raising his arm and aiming carelessly at my head with my own gun. I kept
my eyes on the barrel, as his finger pulled on the trigger.

I swiped my hand under the pillow pulling out a small firearm and aiming
at the door in front of my king sized bed. The door opened wide as a
young man in his twenties stood there with my breakfast, his eyes
widening at the gun in my hands. I sighed putting the gun down on the
duvet. I ran a hand through my long brunette hair, jumping out of bed in
my shorts and vest.

“Sorry Henri,” I apologized, taking the breakfast tray out of his hand,

“Bad dream,” I explained

“Would you like me to make it, how you say, better?” he offered, with a
thick French accent. I chuckled as I shut the door slowly on him.

I quickly ate breakfast and took a quick shower before getting into my
alizarin tracksuits. I did a few stretches as I got ready for my jog.

I had jogged only half a mile before I realised the same man I had seen at
the beginning of my jog was behind me, talking on a phone. I stopped on
the sidewalk and took out a small mirror, from the shoulder bag I carried,
as if fixing my hair and looked at my surroundings closer. I was on The
Chapel Bridge; there were people walking dogs and kids going to school. A
car stopped on the other side, and it seemed to ask for directions. That’s
when I shut the mirror and sighed. I went up to the car and pushed past
the young lady trying to give instructions to somewhere.

‘’go straight and take the second right, I can afford to miss one jog,” I
instructed before getting in the back.
“How long were you following me and why?” I asked, sitting down next to
one of the agents. The driver and another English agent were at the front.
The car started moving.

“4 days including today,” explained the English agent at the front with a
small cockney accent,

“We have a double-crosser and were asked to check on all agents on post-
trauma leave,” he carried on.

“Who gave the order?”

“M did” he replied. My eyes slightly widened. This person must have been
one big double crosser if the order was higher than the espionage.

“What exactly did the person do?” I pressed. The English agent just
chuckled.

“You don’t have high enough clearance to know,” said the agent I was
sitting next to, I jumped a little at his voice, forgetting he was there.

“I have level two clearances; it can’t be higher than that.” I snapped.

“What do you think level one was made for, or do you need to learn all
over again?” he replied.

“Go teach your grandmother to suck egg,” I muttered

“Calm down you two,” chuckled the English agent, “we’ve reached your
place, enjoy the sunshine as much as you can dear, ‘cause you wont be
here much longer,”. I raised my eyebrows at him then saw what he
meant.

“Great” I mumbled getting out of the car. I sighed as I walked to the two
agents standing there.

One of the agents came forward and handed me a document.

“Mission creep,” he said before taking a step back to where he was

standing.

“Which is...?” I pressed.

“Your last mission wasn’t exactly completed,” he replied, look for the right
words.
“The bomb detonation hadn’t reached every inch of the base exactly, the
remaining documents that survived were stolen by...” he trailed of. I
raised my eyebrows at him. The other agent stepped in.

“We don’t know. Whoever the person was knew the exact time the
detonation was going to happen and knew that the bomb wouldn’t destroy
all the documents,”

‘The only people that knew when it was going of were me and my
partner,” I said struggling on the last word,

“We were ordered to choose the time we were going to set it of ourselves,
to make it harder for anyone to know there was going to be a detonation,”

“We know that, what we don’t know how they figured out, he replied.

“So my mission is basically to find the documents and get rid of them
once and for all,” I said not even bothering to open the file which
contained my mission.

“Not exactly, that will explain it fully,” he replied pointing at the file

“Five by five,” I sighed, “is this related to the double crosser?” The agents
both stiffened, their eyes narrowing.

“What?! I caught the agents following me and they told me everything

that they were allowed to tell me,” I quickly explained. Their bodies
relaxed.

“Pardon our reaction; rule number one of being a spy,”

“Don’t become a spy?!,” I muttered.

“I was going to say trust no one,” he carried on, annoyed by my

interruption.

“Your plane leaves in 3 hours, number 222 will be accompanying you on

this mission, you leave together,”

I turned around to look at the car that had brought me here, the cockney
agent was grinning as if he had known this was going to happen and the
sarcastic one was looking the other way. I couldn’t tell which one was
supposed to be 222.

“Right, ill just go get ready,” I said walking up the stairs to the villa.

I walked into my room and quickly changed into a short black jumpsuit. I
put a thigh holster on, covering it with my jumpsuit. I walked out of the
small villa with the file in my hands, reading it as I walked down the stairs.
I sighed snapping it shut.

The other two agents, that were here when I arrived, had left. Our driver
also was gone which meant, we had to drive ourselves. The sarcastic guy
was in the driver seat, he must have been 222. Great. I threw him a dark
look. His blue eyes filled with amusement and a smile twitched at the
corner of his lips. I walked slowly, just to annoy him. He ran a hand
through his dark brown hair, which looked messy but perfect at the same
time, looking unconcerned with the speed I was walking at. Frustrated, I
walked faster.

I was just a few feet away when a huge explosion had come from inside
the villa. I threw my self to the ground face down, arms over head as a
blaze of fire went over my head. I heard screams from inside the house,
which were silenced as quickly as they came. The one noise that stood out
from the rest was the car windows shattering.