warning contains swearing and references to violence yada yada
Down beneath the busy streets of london, at 2 am, sat a lost looking brunette, anxiously glancing at a near by clock, her face hidden by the hood of her top. Cursing herself over and over Rebecca tried to cover her blood stained hands with the sleeves before crossing them over her chest. Tapping her foot she kept checking the clock, willing Trent to be early this one fucking time. The cool plastic of the cd cover touching the skin of her stomach only reminded her of how the night had been badly fucked up and for what exactly, a measly 5k?
The sound of expensive Italian shoes echoed over the platform and Bex breathed a sigh of relief, now she could go home and forget this bloody mess. Standing up she retrieved the cd from her waist band and walked to the stairs, folding her arms again, walking past a bin she brushed past it, quickly dropping the cd onto a pile of newspapers. As she reached the stairs she walked straight past Trent who looked her up and down before walking in the direction of the bin. This spy bull shit he was getting fond of was annoying her, she didnt care if scotland yard was after him, they didnt have a clue about her so why should she care if he got into crap?
Striding home Bex longed for a shower and a stiff drink. taking short cuts through the alley ways she climbed a few fences before resorting to hail a taxi, she wasnt in the mood for a trek. Half an hour later she was home and had to peg it inside to get the fare. Once back in the house she slammed the door and slid down to the floor taking a long tired breath. The cool wooden floor felt good on her bruised leg, getting hit twice on the thigh with a metal pipe had left considerably large marks that were once again throbbing.
Scrambling back up she shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of jack daniels and took one long hard drink. Gasping she put the bottle under her arm and wandered toward the bathroom. Taking the 9mm from the small of her back she began stripping off infront of the mirror before examining the full extent of her escapade. Purple marks rested on her rib cage, with a superficial cut going across her stomach, turning to look at her back she found a few scrapes but nothing serious. The dried blood on her hands and arms was thankfully not hers but the sight disgusted her. While the water in the bath ran she washed her hands over and over in the sink, trying to scrub away every hint of red.
Gripping the sides of the sink she looked at herself in the mirror on the cabinet and stared at a tired, pale young woman, who looked older then her 24 years. Apart from a split lip there was no other mark on her face thankfully, bruised faces were a pain in the ass she didnt need right now. A sickening feeling began to surface in her stomach and Rebecca knew this night would come back to haunt her.
well theres the start of my story, our favourite agent will be appearing in a later chapter, im just setting up Bex first, please review, politely though :)