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Chapter II –Germany

| Leon POV |

As usual, I woke up in the middle of the night with a nightmare, my body was covered in sweat and I realized I haven't changed my clothes before going to bed. It was still 3 a.m. when I got up and decided to take a shower.

I took my time before walking out of the bathroom and got dressed. I had nothing to do until morning came, so I decided to read about the case one more time and do research on the internet about the Pharmaceutical Company.

It was a minor company, recent and still growing in the eyes of the world, but with the explosion they were being seriously criticized.

I read for almost two hours before deciding to get out of the room, my stomach was beginning to complain about the lack of food. But I knew I wasn't going to be able to order something since they spoke German and I didn't.

I walked out of the bedroom just to almost pump into Wright. Unlike the other times I saw her; she was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was again in a bun and she wasn't using glasses.

"Oh, you woke up early." She said, looking up at me, her expression almost blank. "Kennedy, are you there?"I was staring without even noticing, her hand moved in front of my eyes quickly.

"Oh, sorry, I was thinking of something. You too woke up early." I said while we begun walking to the elevator. She didn't answer me.

The hotel was providing breakfast, so we made our way to the dinner room and looked around to see what was being served.

I took scrambled eggs and toast, and a cup of coffee. While Wright just took a cup of orange juice. We sat together in one distant table to eat.

She had a newspaper and it was in German, so I couldn't understand anything it said. "There is a new about the Pharmaceutical Company. It says that an anonymous informant divulged to the Newspaper that the Company was being investigated by the German Police about a supposed purchase in the Black Market. The Company's director was once kept two days in the delegacy for further interrogation."

Wright's voice was low so no one else could hear our conversation and I kept eating my breakfast. "Anything else?"

"The Newspaper also is suggesting that it was a terrorist attack." Whoa, this Newspaper is good, huh? "We need to talk to the writer and this anonymous person." She nodded, still reading the paper.

"It's early; we probably should go there in a couple of hours to give them a change to get to work." I said and she nodded again.

We were quiet for the rest of breakfast and decided to go back to our bedrooms to take our time, gather our stuff and just then go to the Newspaper.

At 9 a.m. we met outside the Hotel. She was carrying a purse and I could see a holster under her coat, she was armed. Well, so was I.

We took a cab to the Newspaper's place; it was located not so far from the Hotel and Wright asked the driver to take us there or something like that.

It was a clean building with the Newspaper's name up high. The receptionist was staring at us when we entered so we walked over her, Wright doing the talk, but I could feel the woman's eyes on me. She took the telephone and said something, then motioned for us to go the elevator.

"Seventh floor. We'll talk with the director and see if we can get permission to talk to the reporter, if he says no, then we can use our privileges as agents." I heard her say beside me and I nodded.

The director was an old man, fat, bold and short.

"So, what can I do for you, Americans?" He asked in strongly accented English. "We need permission to talk to one of your reporter, the one who wrote the latest new about the Pharmaceutical Company."

"And why should I give you permission?" I didn't like him, really didn't. He had a dark aura on him. "We could call our boss, the United States' President. But I think we can avoid that." Wright said, her voice cold.

"Oh… Ok. I'll call her." He left quickly; I sensed he feared us and what we meant to the president. After a while the director came back, with a woman. She was almost my height and had blond hair.

"What can I do for you, agents?" She asked, sitting on a chair, both me and Wright kept standing up.

"We need to know where you got the information you had put in your new." I said, the reporter had a defying look on her face.

"Oh, and why should I give you my important information?" Next to me, Wright remained blank.

"We could get a court order and I am sure we can find ammunition against you and your Newspaper, but I we can avoid this, just tell us who your informant is." She looked at her director; he was scared as hell so he just nodded.

She snorted and wrote something down on a piece of paper and gave it to me. "Here. Is that all?" We nodded before leaving the office and then the building.

"Wanna go there now?" I asked, looking at the agent in front of me. "Sure, the sooner we go, the sooner we can end this mission and go home."

Home… Go home meant working for Ashley again and I wanted to run from this more than anything, that girl really knew how to push me to my limits, and not in a good way.

Another cab took us to the address the reporter had given, and in another half an hour we were in a simple suburban house.

Wright went ahead as I paid for the cab and she pressed the doorbell. A little girl answered, looking up to us in surprise. She said something in German, which Wright responded.

Hesitantly, she girl let us inside the house, and then took us to a bedroom in a small corridor. She pushed the door open and motioned for us to go in.

We did. Inside the bedroom there was a man, lying on a bed with a blanket covering his legs. He almost yelled something that I didn't understand. But Wright's voice was calm, she showed him her badge and he calmed down.

"He asked if we were after him. I told him no, we just need information." She said, and then resumed talking to him. I was feeling a little bit out of place.

"He worked for the Company and said they bought a virus sample in the Black Market and asked for the scientists to exam it. He refused to do more research on the virus and was fired. The sample he is talking has similar effects to the T-virus. The sample was purchased in the USA by one of the Company's director, he died on the explosion."

She resumed talking to the man, and was now sitting on a chair next to his bed as I leaned in the wall by the door.

"The scientists weren't really good and probably the virus escaped, causing the security system to shut down the facility. Just like we thought. He couldn't tell about it to the reporter so he lied about the terrorism. There is no one to capture, they all died inside that place."

She said something to the man before getting up. "That's all he knows. What do you want to do now? I can try to see if the Company kept some sort of online backup system."

I pondered for a couple of minutes before answering. "Let's report to Hunnigan, after all we need her to tell the pilot to get the airplane ready."

On our way back to the Hotel I called Hunnigan. "Hunnigan here. How is it going?" She asked, looking at me and ignoring Wright who also appeared in the screen.

"We were able to retrieve vital information. The Company had purchased a virus sample that resembled the T-virus and was studying it. One former-employee said that the inexperienced scientists probably released the virus in the facility and this caused the security system to shut down, killing everybody, including the director's board. There's no one else alive to be arrested. Wright asked if you want her to hack the online system to try to retrieve information."

The woman on the other side of the screen didn't respond, she grabbed another telephone and reported our discovery to someone else before turning to us.

"You can come back. I'll arrange the flight; it will be ready in three hours. Tell Wright that I can hack the system myself; there is no need for her to do it. Hunnigan out." And the screen went black.

"Wow, she really likes you." I said, turning to Wright, who stood inches away from me, so she could see and appear in the screen to. She backed away after the call was ended. "Yeah, I am the most loved person in the whole government." Sarcasm, of course.

I decided not to ask why Hunnigan was so cold toward Wright; it was none of my business. "So, want to have lunch before we go?" I asked.

"Sure, why not?"

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We decided to eat in a restaurant near the hotel, so we wouldn't get lost on our way back. We sat opposite to each other. She was really quiet and it was hard to initiate a conversation, I thought I was the unreachable one.

"So… How many languages do you speak?" I suddenly asked, making Wright look up to me. "Why? Do you have vacation plans to go to China or Japan or Spain or Italy or Serbia or Brazil?"

"Please, like we get any vacation." For a second I thought I saw her smiling, but if she did, it was really quick and her expression was now blank again.

The waitress came with our food some time after our arrival, and she looked to me up and down, checking me out, and glared at Wright. She rolled her eyes and I smirked.

"Why are you working for the Government?" I asked, she took her time before answering. "It's a secret." She said simply. I wanted to ask until she finally revealed, but this just wasn't like me.

"You?" Wright asked then. "It's a secret." She smirked and I did too. "Nah, they made me. Once they set eyes on you, there is no escape."

"Well, it's not like your work lately has been easy. Ashley is a pain in the ass." Sure, it wasn't difficult to look after the President's daughter, but it was almost unbearable to stand her for hours like I had to.

"Glad someone finally got that. Tell the President this." This was the first time that I felt the mood between us lighten. "And get fired? Sure, I would love to." Sarcasm again.

"Well, at least Ashley didn't say she will force you to get married. And to her!" It's true. She had said that after some time we got back from Spain. The thought scared the hell out of me.

We talked until for a while after we ended dinner, mostly about Ashley and how she was difficult to deal. Wright had been assigned to protect her once or twice and she felt like sleeping for years due the emotional exhaustion it was.

We were on time to catch our flight and once again, Wright sat far from me, for some reason that bothered me a bit.

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Hours later we were back in the USA. Why were flights so tiring? You sit for hours and get up tired like you had run a marathon.

We got our luggage and went to the car that waited to take us to our HQ.

Hunnigan was waiting when we got back, sating behind her computers and phones. "So, did you find anything about this seller?" Wright asked entering the room behind me. The woman on the computer didn't answer.

"Did you find anything about the seller?" I then asked and she turned smiling at me. "Yes. We have connected this purchase to a few others; all pharmaceutical products that were considered illegal. We will try to locate buyers and the seller, it may take a while."

"Ok, thank you. Do we report to the President?" I asked again, since she wouldn't answer to Wright. "No, he's already been informed."

Well, at least I could avoid the White House for today. "Leon, take a few days off to rest from your trip." Yes! No Ashley for a couple of days!

Wright smirked while looking at me, like she knew what I was thinking; I smirked back, what made Hunnigan mad from the look on her face.

We both left the office, Wright snapping her neck softly, she too looked tired from the flight. "I need my bed…" She murmured, but I heard, even though I knew she was talking to herself.

Need company? Oh, my God, did I really think that? Thank God I just thought and not said, I am sure she would have killed me if I had.

"Didn't sleep well in the Hotel?" I asked, she looked surprised at me, as if she had forgotten I was there.

"Didn't sleep." Her answers were always so vague and short, and almost every time ended a conversation. That's why she was up so early. It's not that she woke up early, she hadn't slept.

"Well, Wright. It was a pleasure working with you." I said when we reached the HQ door, we were about to go home. "Same here, Kennedy."

I reached out with my hand, so she could shake it, and she did. Soft and small hands, I noticed, but a firm grip. She let go after seconds.

"Goodbye then. Good luck with your fiancée, Kennedy; she is a real rare jewel and a piece of work." Wright smirked again and left. Something about her was really mysterious, I couldn't help but laugh at her joke before going home.