Life Of A Secret Agent
Prologue
He blanked out when he was in the field. Honestly sometimes he didn't remember the gunfights or extractions, he would only come back to himself as they re-entered his neighborhood of Leif Street and he perked up at the thought of what he referred to as his real life.
His hands were calm, forefinger caressing the trigger of a borrowed weapon. He had run out of clips for his beloved about ten minutes ago. The agent leaned from behind his cover and was almost immediately greeted by the spit-spitting of a machine gun coughing and bullets slapping almost simultaneously against the shipping container he was huddled against.
He spoke quietly into his hidden mic asking for extraction in ten. He would have the room cleared by then.
'Three, two…' He leapt out and pulled on the trigger twice in quick succession in the direction of the man directly targeting him. Before he dropped into a roll behind a crate – horrible choice of protection by the way, he saw the man go down machine gun firing wildly as he pressed at his chest.
If anyone else wanted to come up this walkway they would have to walk right toward him…unfortunately, he was bluffing on three bullets. And he believed in double tapping.
'Note to self, seven is my new favourite number. Seven magazines.' Five wasn't cutting it anymore.
Staying in a crouch he began to edge into the open, hoping to make it to the man he had taken down. He was halfway there when gunfire from behind him sent him jumping for cover while he got clipped on the shoulder. He ended his barrel roll with a hiss, clutching his covered bicep.
Turning from the corner he was in between a container and forklift, the man pushed out his gun and let out the last three shots before tossing it and grabbing the one from the man he'd downed. His weapon was still snugly tucked against the small of his back and what wouldn't he do for a clip for it right now…
"This is painful to watch." The lights went up on the training room and the much abused man turned with a heated glare at his partner before sighing and stood.
"Thank you for another wonderful training session. No really, I love being made to run three hours on a tread mill, then doing a back breaking obstacle course, before being told there's a gunfight simulation…" Pulling off his helmet the agent smiled cuttingly at his partner before helping up the man on the ground near him.
"You alright?" The tall trench-coated man walked past the leaving agents who had assisted in the simulation to get to Naruto's side.
"Yeah, those things just sting like hell." He watched the other three in the room following tearing off gear as they went. When it was him and his trainer/partner left the young man turned to him.
"I'm sorry but headquarters ordered it. You've had a quiet few weeks – they want to keep you near battle ready…always." Waving it off, he started to strip, examining the 'wounds' on his clothing. They should be happy. In a gunfight under these condition with four men outgunning him, to only get clipped once wasn't too shabby…though he had wasted a ton of his own pellets in the process.
"Nice shot on Marcus by the way. I thought you were going to let him creep all the way up on you." Giving the man a disbelieving look he continued to strip, down to his vest and boxers before going into some loosening up exercises.
Eventually he spoke between breaths. "There's a reason for this isn't there. And you don't want to tell me."
He couldn't see through the dark shades as his partner looked away from him with a half-shrug. "You'll find out soon enough. There's an operation…in your area. We're still trying to hunt down that guy we chased from San Francisco. We think he's moved…here."
"To L.A? Seriously?" He looked up from a deep side lunge, brows furrowed.
"They may call – " The man on the floor interrupted briskly.
"On vacation. Furthermore I'm not working in my own state. I've told them that." He stood, cracked his neck and smirked. "It's the only rule I made for myself and they can't make me. Or their best agent might start going…" He made a see-saw motion with his hand before waving it negligibly.
"I'm going to hop in the showers before going home. Keep me up to date." And with that the DHS' best agent swaggered out.
Life Of A Secret Agent
Chapter One
Sasuke liked to wake naturally. His alarm clock would ring, he would punch it, it would ring again, he would punch it…the fifth time he rolled over to punch it he would groan and finally pull himself out of bed, cursing the sturdy old fashioned thing. But that was the reason why he had bought it and this was the ritual…
However, this morning…
For some reason his eyes had opened slowly, blinking at his ceiling. He didn't know what had woken him but he just felt…something, was about to –
Put, put, put! There went the neighbor's sprinklers. Seven-twenty five…? He had missed out on an extra five minutes… "KIIIIBBAAAA! YOU DOG-FACED -!"
A dangerously dark look clouded Sasuke's face as he pulled himself out of bed and toward the bedroom window that looked out to the suburban street of Leif. Pushing the window up violently Sasuke looked out, seriously considering yelling at his moronic neighbor, when the sight stopped him short.
Blinking rapidly and slapping down a twitch at the mouth, Sasuke watched with slightly better temper as his apparently drunk neighbor crawled across his well-manicured lawn on hands and knees to escape his own sprinkler system. Every time he tried to stand he wobbled to the side from his crouch and eventually he gave up, sitting in the direct spray in front of the evergreen hedge.
Sasuke shook his head at the indecency of it all. Waking people at this ungodly hour of the morning… not to mention he looked like he had been at a bar or club getting well tossed over the night before. He was currently ruining a really nice pair of leather pants… the royal blue shirt wasn't bad either though the shiny silk material would be too flashy for him personally. It suited the blonde idiot perfectly however.
Not that he was looking.
"HEY BASTARD! LIKE THE VIEW?!" Sasuke flinched infinitesimally and met the eyes of his hung-over and unruly neighbor. Did he mention they didn't get along?
He didn't shout – Uchihas didn't shout out windows, as he replied. "I think the whole neighborhood is, dead last."
Here Sasuke was with his nice job, good neighborhood, fair to partly psychotic family and this blonde haired, blue-eyed ignoramus who was a damned sports caster, apparently was doing well enough to get a home in this neighborhood, get drunk almost daily and destroy the quiet, secluded suburban dream.
He was treated to the usual sparkling defiance in those eyes, somewhat bleary right now, as his neighbor childishly pulled a face and turned ass to him to continue his directionally-challenged crawl to his front steps.
Sasuke refused to watch Naruto's butt as he scuttled across his lawn and pulled his head back inside his own house. Shutting the window he stood still, almost thoughtlessly for a moment before shaking his head. Breakfast sounded good right now.
As a VP to Uchiha Corporation he wasn't needed at the office at nine like everyone else, but Sasuke liked the idea of being a good boss – even if he wasn't liked. There was no better example than a director of Sales and Marketing that showed up early, worked the long hours with everyone else and motivated them with 'friendly', old-fashioned competition.
Putting on the coffee pot to brew, Sasuke turned on the morning news, inhaled a bowl of cereal while watching the stock market and ate a tomato while pouring a cup of the necessary morning beverage. Nursing the cup appreciatively, it was the good stuff, Sasuke pulled on his house robe tighter before opening his front door to get the morning paper.
'Halfway down the walk again? Jeez…' Either this neighborhood's paperboy was a really bad pitcher or one of the stalkers in the neighborhood was moving his paper again to get him out the door. Placing an irritated scowl on his previously neutral face, Sasuke strode swiftly, bent for the paper and turned back around for his house's waiting sanctuary.
"Don't you give the housewives on this block enough of a show when you jog every afternoon Uchiha?"
He tried to repress the rigidity that entered his frame at the voice but couldn't help the soundless growl as he turned to his neighbor's walk again. He scanned the blonde man taking out his garbage and decided once more that yes, he hated him. With a passion.
Uzumaki was nothing – a lucky orphan. Unusual and adopted by some middle-aged schoolteacher, he had got some breaks on mediocre talent and landed a job at a high status news station as a sports caster. That wasn't so much the big whoop. Neither was the really nice, almost mint condition, god-awfully bright yellow Mustang (though Sasuke was a little jealous) nor the house in this neighborhood either. No – no, what really got Sasuke…
A tan hand ruffled sun-gold locks carelessly and the buffoon smiled at him, even as Sasuke's glare deepened. A casual blue and white striped polo and slacks that accentuated a naturally graceful body hung effortlessly on his no longer drink-induced, swaying frame. The man had this unnatural, 'god, dear he say it!' beauty, about him… Clear, guileless blue eyes and naturally lying locks unlike his own bed-head look…
"Take a picture – it'll last longer." Naruto drawled, preening. He wanted nothing more than to shoot the blonde with his home protection and call it self-defense.
"I marvel almost daily at how you come home so drunk and leave for work two hours later looking like you had a full night's sleep." Sasuke said deadpan, looking back to his house. And that was it. Because…Sasuke, well…Sasuke couldn't really handle his liquor.
He knew he was brilliant, 'it's not bragging if it's true' and he had a better car and home – not to mention the females loved his looks. But no, it was the alcohol he couldn't compete with Uzumaki on…a memory brought on an internal shudder.
There was silence for a moment as the blonde stared and Sasuke had almost pictured how he could pull it off… take something of his to lure the blonde over, no one would know… when he entered Sasuke could just pull the gun and…
"Wow. That actually sounded like you meant that!" Wide sweeping gestures and that insane grin were the trademarks by which Naruto was known. "Ya know, if you envy my drinking skills you should join me and my friend Kiba. Duuude, I swear he could drink ME under a table. As for the secret to my metabolism," Here the blonde gave a loud, raucous laugh. "Good genetics! For you I guess it was a case of good looks, bad liver!"
And that was why they didn't get along. He couldn't stand imbeciles. Sasuke turned ice-bastard and continued his broken stride to his front door, ignoring the idiot's confused call behind him. He gave him one last look once he was in his doorway, frowning deeply and shut the door.
"…and I don't drink EVERY night!"
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