I apologize for not updating for like, two months. I kind of lost interest in it, because I got a great storyline and spend my time on writing that instead. I'm back with a new chapter though. I want to apologize beforehand for any spelling errors.
I want to thank Marie Hughes, Wildcat15, i heart v-hudgens, ValzBrownie, Clembo29 and missefron15 for reviewing. It means a lot. :)
A middle aged woman greeted them.
"Hola, are you the couple that reserved a salsa lesson?" The woman asked in a Spanish accent. She had dark curly hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She had a light tan, but you could still see was a Latina.
"Ah, yes we are. On the name Mendos." Sharpay replied with a slight smile. The Latina replied with a big grin.
"Good. We've been expecting you! But first you need some food in your estómago." She basically dragged them towards a table for two. The table was filled with all kinds of food.
"Oh wow, this looks amazing!" Troy said to the lady.
"Ah gracias, young man." She replied with a big smile.
"I'm Tr-tr Alex." Troy said as he extended his hand, which the woman gladly shook.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Theresa." She replied with a big smile. Troy small talked with Theresa and Sharpay introduced herself as Samira Mendos.
"Alright, I will let you eat now." She said and walked towards the bar.
5 months of intense training has passed. Troy trained every single day from 9AM to 9PM. It was quite amazing he had become so good at everything in such a short time. He was now fluent in Spanish, after talking Spanish on a daily basis he developed a little Spanish accent. He was trained in four martial arts: Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, Wing Chun and Aikido. Sanda was pretty much his thing though. In prison he had learned a little Muay Thai from one of the brothers. He was actually a Muay Thai trainer before they busted him for drugs. The FBI had the best of the best flown into San Diego just for Troy. Those were the two main things he had to get in order. The language and the skills.
He had done extra things for his new persona to sound and look convincing. However most of these ideas were Sharpay's and she forced him. For example his hair. Troy liked his hair basically none existing. Having long hair made him think of the past. Back when he still was tight wit his friends and his family. Everything he still had until he got caught. In Sharpay's eyes that was just plain weird, but to Troy it made sense. Sharpay made him grow his hair out. Troy made the deal that as long as it wasn't a surfer's hair cut, he'd let her do anything she wanted. She had him grow out his hair until he could make a decent fauxhawk out of it. Then she made him dye his hair a dark brown-almost black color. She made him get a permanent tan too, "So he didn't look like a fucking vampire".
But maybe one of the important things (for him) was that he now was able to charm them. After the never ending dance lessons, he was an incredible dancer. He already knew how to play piano and guitar, but now he could play Latin music, which always is a good thing if you're trying to get in a Latino based gang that most likely only speaks Spanish half of the time.
Troy was currently in the gym working out as suddenly Garry and Christopher walk in.
"Hey Alex." Christopher said as they stop by the treadmill Troy was currently running on. Troy saw the men and slowed down the speed and eventually stopped the whole treadmill. They've been calling Troy Alex ever since they started the mission. It was important that Troy responded to the name.
"Oh hey guys." He replied and stepped off the treadmill.
"How are the tats?" Garry asked. Troy had about 9 tattoo's that all needed to be gone. Alex had to have nothing that could connect him to Troy. He slowly one by one had to get rid of them. He kept on though. It was the tattoo that had the number 28 on it. The number that represented Brotherhood. 2 being the number that stands for B and 8 being the number that stands for H. They pushed him to get rid of it, but he couldn't do it. After all they've done for him, he could not get rid of the bond.
"They've all healed quite well. With that stuff you gave me it looks like I never had any tattoos." Troy replied.
"Ah, yes. That was specially developed for undercover missions." Christopher said.
"Not really. We bought that at a tattoo shop." Gary said as Christopher laughed at his own little 'joke'. Troy chuckled.
"Ah I see." Troy said.
"I think you're ready for your first encounter with the Montez family." Christopher said.
"For real?" Troy asked. He was so happy that he could finally do something. He was so tired of just training every single day. Although this was much better than jail, the routine felt the same.
"Yes, Alex. The time has come." Christopher replied.
"Yes! Finally! Where am I meeting them? What am I going to do?" Troy kept asking questions.
"Relax, Alex. We'll give you all the details in 0031. Go shower, you stink like a little monkey." Gary said and both men walked out of the room.
Troy quickly went to the locker room where he undressed himself and wrapped a towel around his torso. He grabbed his boxers, shampoo and body wash and walked over to the showers. Unlike the showers you imagine in your head when you think of locker showers, this was everything but a shower like that. The showers in the FBI lockers were separated. There were 6 different rooms. All the rooms had a walk in shower. It basically was a bathroom. It were custom made stone showers. It was an all black theme, but the FBI logo on the wall.
After Troy had taken a nice warm shower, Troy dried himself. He put on his light blue-white checkered boxers, so he didn't have to walk around in the wet towel. He threw the towel over his back, grabbed his stuff and walked towards the lockers. He opened his locker and took his bag out of it. He took all the clothes he had in it and placed it on the bench, he then proceeded to throw his sports clothes in it. He got dressed in blue jeans, a white tank top, a light blue dress up shirt that he buttoned up completely with a pair of black suede low Puma's.
He took his bag and walked towards the other lockers of the FBI, the one were you can put all the gear and stuff you don't want or can't to take further into the building. He took his key out of his pocket, opened it and put his bag in it. He closed it and walked towards room 0031, the room where he should've been 10 minutes ago.
"Shit." He looked at his G-shock watch and saw he was running a bit late.
He opened the door and was met with all the agents. He knew them pretty well now, he could even call them by their first names.
"How nice of you to finally join us." Adam, one of the agents said with a smirk on his face. Troy disliked him. If he had the chance, he'd punch him right in the face. He was the kind of guy that would wear a suit everywhere he'd go and tell everyone he was a FBI agent, just to try to get women.
Troy decided to just shrug the stupid remark off and walk to his seat, which was next to Gary.
"Sorry, I'm a bit late." He apologized to Gary and Christopher who was sitting on the other side of Gary.
"It's okay. You're our special weapon." Gary winked. Troy just smiled at him.
"So tell me?" He asked excited.
"We decided to switch things a bit up." Christopher started.
"We thought it'd be better if you met with the members individually, meaning one member at the time. We have a planned situation." Gary continued.
"So what do we have planned?" Troy asked curiously.
"We know that Chad Danforth's friend from high school he still is in touch with is visiting him today. He hasn't seen her in a while and he's quite protective over her." Daniel, one of the agents replied. Troy nodded.
"Her name is Taylor McKessie. She's from a wealthy family. It's known that the family sometimes works with Montez in their shady businesses."
"There's an agent that's going to 'rob' her and we want you to 'save' her. We want you to really fight. He's going to fight you, so fight back, good." He continued.
"This is his last assignment before we get rid of him, so don't hold back." Gary said with a big smile.
"Oh, if that's the case.." Troy smirked.
"We have a routine and check up before you get started on your mission." One of the agents said. He took out a little black button out of a little transparent box and held it between his thumb and finger.
"We need this on the inner side of your shirt you're going to wear. Sharpay will help you get ready. She's good at this." Gary said.
"So, Sharpay is helping me get ready and then what?" Troy asked.
"Don't worry. We'll video chat after you're done." Christopher said. Troy nodded.
"Alright, I suppose I'll see you in a little bit." Troy said and stood up. As if Sharpay was watching him, she opened the door. She was dressed in a blue jeans, white tanktop and a navy blue blazer.
"We should get going." She said as she dragged Troy out of the room, once again.
"You should really stop doing that." Troy said.
"Stop what?" She asked.
"Dragging me all through the halls." He replied, she just rolled her eyes and mumbled something he couldn't hear.
"Let's just get going okay. This is an important day and you need to be prepared for every situation. We don't know if we'll fail, if it work." She walked to his car.
"Yeah, I know." He followed her and they headed off to his house.
The second Troy opened the door to his new home, Sharpay was already in his closet.
"Women." Troy mumbled as he closed the door and walked over to his closet where Sharpay was.
"Alright, so we've been following Chad and he's walking around in just jeans, an open checkered dress shirt with a tank top underneath it with Timbaland's." She said as she was going through his clothes.
"So?" Troy asked.
"So you have to wear something similar. He's not going to be buddy buddy with you if you're dressed in a suit." She replied.
"What do clothes have to do with me saving his friend?" Troy asked.
"Oh boy.." She mumbled.
She took out a black long sleeved shirt that had 3 buttons on the top. Troy took off his dress shirt and tank top and put it on.
"No, keep those unbuttoned." She said as he was about to button those up.
"Um okay." He just did what she said.
"I suppose you can go in those jeans, but you've got to pull them down a bit." She said. He just followed her instructions. She suddenly smelled him.
"What are you doing?" Troy asked.
"You smell good." She replied.
"Um thanks?" He said.
"Oh, you're welcome babes!" She replied and dived back into his closet.
Troy was dressed in a dark gray long sleeved shirt, a pair of blue jeans and regular black Vans.
He did his hair in the bathroom and shaved.
"Alright, now we only have to place the little microphone underneath your shirt." Sharpay said as she placed the little black button on the inner side of his shirt.
"Do you have your watch, wallet, sunglasses, keys?" Sharpay asked. Troy nodded at every item.
"Okay, let's go." Sharpay said and walked out of Troy's house with Troy still standing in the middle of his living room."
He closed his door and quickly walked after her.
The streets of San Diego were busy at this time. Thankfully they made it on time. Sharpay went in Troy's car. She would meet up with an agent there and she'd drive to their secret hide out where they would keep an eye on everything with several other agents.
Once they arrived Sharpay wished him good luck and told him to do everything he was taught to do. They easily spotted them, seeing how Chad's afro was pretty huge. He crossed the street with still thirty meters before meeting them. He couldn't lie, he was pretty nervous. He knew he couldn't fuck this up.
The agent gave him the sign he was going to attack her, which was a deep nod in his direction. There still was about 15 meters between Troy and Chad. The agent slowly walked behind them and quickly grabbed Taylor's purse and ran Troy's direction. As he tried to pass Troy, Troy stuck his arm out which made him stumble behind. The agent lashed out to Troy's face. His fist hit Troy's cheek with full power. Troy quickly recovered from the hit. He stepped towards the agent and hit him with his fist right in his face with a quick kick to his ribs which made him cringe in pain and fall to the ground. As he tried to stand up, Troy pushed him down with his shoe.
"Game over." Troy said as he moved his shoe to his throat while made him gasp for air.
"I'm going to let you go, since you already had a beat down. Hopefully you'll learn from this." He said, the agent nodded.
Taylor and Chad came running towards the two agents.
"Oh my god!" The dark skinned female screamed out.
"Here's your purse." Troy gave her the expensive LV purse.
"Thank you!" She said as she unexpectedly hugged Troy.
"No problem." He replied with a smile.
"Good work, man." Chad said as he extended his hand, which Troy gladly shook.
"Do you want to report him? Or is the beat down enough?" Troy asked Taylor.
"Let him go." Taylor replied, but not before she kicked him in his balls. The agent screamed out in pain and limped away.
"I don't know how we can repay you." Chad spoke. Troy shook his head before he wanted to speak, but instead Taylor spoke.
"I'm giving an exclusive party. I hope I can repay you by inviting you." She hoped as she gave him the invitation card.
"Oh, wow, thanks. I'll be sure to stop by." Troy said as he analyzed the card he just received.
"I hope to see you there." She said with a wink.
"Thanks again, bro." Chad said a smile.
"No problem." Troy replied with a smile.
"Hey, do you maybe want to grab coffee with us?" Taylor asked as she looked in Chad's direction for approval. Troy checked his watch, before agreeing.
"Sure, sounds nice." Troy smiled.
To Troy's surprise they walked into a very expensive looking restaurant. He mentally checked how much money he had in his pocket, because he was sure this was going to cost him a lot.
It seemed like Taylor was known here, because all the employers' faces lit up when they saw here, which made Troy smile.
They took a seat in the VIP area of the restaurant. You know because it was on an upper surface and it looked much fancier than the rest of the restaurant.
"So what's your name? " Taylor started the conversation.
"I'm Alex." Troy said with a smile.
"What about you?" He asked Taylor and Chad.
"My name is Taylor and this is Chad, my long time friend from back in high school." I nodded with a smile.
"What area are you from?" Chad asked.
"San Clemente, but I live in Lemon Grove." Troy replied.
"What about you?"
"I live in San Diego." Chad replied.
"I'm from New York, but I'm currently living in Los Angeles, because of work." She replied. Troy smiled.
"What kind of work do you do?" Troy asked.
"I work for my family business." Troy nodded.
"Nice."
The 'grabbing coffee' slowly turned into having dinner. They were really nice people and were so easygoing, like Troy that they exchanged numbers to keep in contact.
"Was good to meet you, man." Chad said as he gave Troy a man hug.
"It's was lovely meeting you and thank you for saving my purse." She smiled as she gave Troy a hug.
"You're welcome." Troy replied with a smile.
"I'll be seeing you at my party, right?" She asked.
"Of course." He replied.
"We'll be in touch." She said and Troy nodded.
"It was nice meeting you both." Troy said with a smile as they went their separate ways to their cars.
It was a short walk from the restaurant to where Sharpay said she'd park his car. Troy looked around and saw that it was already getting a little bit dark, but despite that, there were still so many people on the streets of San Diego. Troy liked it. He always loved the city life. No matter where you wandered off, there were always people. And that wasn't just it, he loved that a city is always rich in culture.
He was abruptly taken out of his train of thought by the heavy sliding sound.
"What the fuck? You were gone for over 5 hours!" Sharpay yelled as she stepped out of the white van.
"Wow, chill. This is a mission, remember? I'm suppose to find out as much as possible. I need to take every chance." Troy replied a little irritated at Sharpay's behavior.
"Ugh, you're right. I was just so bored with these.. people. They are so not fun." She rolled her eyes. Troy chuckled.
"Have you eaten yet?" Troy asked.
"Just a sandwich, why? Are you STILL hungry?" Sharpay asked.
"I thought we could go to my place and just kick it?"Troy suggested.
"Is this your way of making a move-" Troy quickly cut her off.
"No, no, none of that. I just want somebody to chill with." Troy shrugged his shoulders.
Sharpay really wanted to say no, but she really did want to chill with him. Being an agent had it's perks, but they didn't really outdo the rest. The secret of being a FBI agent was to be kept secret at all times, it's difficult to build up a steady friendship when you disappear all the time. She had lost quite a few close friends because of it. She of course still had friends, but it was still different and quite difficult at times.
"Alright, we'll chill Alex." She broke out a small smile.
Troy and Sharpay made their way to Troy's car and drove to Troy's condo. The 15 minute car ride was filled with laughter and smiles.
Once they arrived Troy parked his car in the garage as Sharpay waited on him to go up, together. The click of the key was made in the lock and the door was opened.
"Home sweet home." Troy said as he stretched out his arms in the air, almost hitting Sharpay in the face.
"Oh, sorry." Troy grinned.
"So, do you want anything to drink?" Troy asked Sharpay as he kicked off his shoes.
"What do you have?" Sharpay asked.
"Anything." He grinned.
"Give me a shot. This has been a long day." Sharpay said as she took a seat on the couch and threw her head back. Troy chuckled.
Troy came back with two shot glasses and a bottle of Patron in one hand and a bottle Ouzo in his other hand.
"Troy, what are you planning on doing? Because there ain't no way that I'll be drinking two bottles of alcohol." Troy chuckled.
"What? We both had a long day."
"Okay, you're right. Give me the Patron, I'll pour." She grinned.
"So when she called me out, I stabbed her and stepped on her face." Sharpay slurred, but still managed to laugh through it all.
"Wow, that is not good at all." Troy looked pretty frightened by the stories Sharpay had been telling in her drunken state.
"Then maybe you should take another shot." Sharpay laughed and tried to pour the liquor in the little glass, but failed miserably. The liquor hit the floor as result of Sharpay's drunken aiming, but instead of cleaning it up with a cloth, she got on her knees and licked the liquor of the floor. As wrong as it was, Troy couldn't help but laugh. She was clearly pissed as fuck. He quickly took Sharpay's iPhone and made a picture of the sight that was in front of him. He made it her unlock screen.
"And so he broke up with me, all because of his stupid rabbit." Sharpay was uncontrollably crying. Troy didn't even know what to do with her. He tried rubbing her back, but he felt really awkward, so he stopped.
"I am never giving Sharpay a drink ever again." He mumbled. Sharpay went from laughing about everything, to crying about stuff that happened in kindergarten.
Suddenly 3 hard knocks were heard. He took a look at the clock that hung on the wall. 2.30 in the morning.
He walked towards the door and opened it. He came face to face with a beautiful Latina, one that looked surprisingly familiar. She had dark curls and a flawless face. Her eyes were captivating, they were hazel with hints of green. She was wearing a too big shirt that covered just enough to make Troy go mad.
"Hello, can I help you?" Troy asked with a smile as he looked up and down. Something that she did not like, because she mumbled something about 'perv'.
"Yes. Your fucking girlfriend needs to shut her ass up, because I'm trying to sleep. It's fucking two-thirty and I still haven't been able to sleep with her moaning about a some fucking pony." She replied. She was clearly angry, but someone that made Troy want her even more. He got pretty turned on by her feisty attitude.
" She's not my girlfriend. I haven't been able to shut her up either, maybe you can help me?" Troy asked with a cocky smile that appeared on his face.
"No, I don't want to be involved in your nasty businesses." She crossed her arms and made a face.
"Just tell your fuckbuddy that she needs to stop crying or I'll give her something to cry about." Troy smirked.
"Oh, feisty. Me gusta." Troy winked.
An angry Gabriella mixed with a Gabriella that didn't get enough sleep, was definitely a deadly combination.
She turned around, but she quickly went back to her position and lashed out to Troy's face, fortunately for Troy he had seen it coming and blocked her fist that was meant to collide with his cheek. Gabriella figured he'd block it; he looked like someone who would be into martial art, which is why she took another jab, but this time it was for his ribs. Troy was quick with blocking this one, but he forgot Gabriella's other fist that was making his way to his crotch.
Troy felt the power of her fist in his groin. He grabbed his groin in pain.
"Fuck!" He yelled.
"Knowing it'll be you who will be crying tonight makes it much easier for me to sleep. Thanks." She smirked. She turned around and swayed her hips from left to right to her place.
So if you can remember the first chapter Troy would be staying in San Clemente, well I saw on Maps that it was about an hour from SC to SD, so I changed it up.
I really hope you liked this chapter. :)
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