Rude Awakening

Five years of French learnin' at school with the brightest minds and scholars and I finally can use my skill... what am I doing with my life?

There was one thing Spy hated. That, was lack of routine. Yes, he does enjoy the wild bustles of new exploits and pursuit of adventure. One day here and gone the next, there and back again. Nonetheless, that was more suited away from his job. But here in the humdrum middle of the desert, routine was a necessary essential. The Spy was always an early riser, among both Engineer and mostly the Soldier, who doesn't seem to sleep at all. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy sleeping in. It was that he has to keep a step forward at all times though, keep ahead of everyone else and still appear surprised when something you saw a mile away suddenly occur.

Unlike this past week. Nothing could had prepared him for this. A supposed teleport accident conveying an English fool with it. Still, he kept his poker-face on and stuck to his routine like he always did. It was nights like this, when things like that teleporter accident and misplacing your cigarette case and later finding it covered with Scout's disgusting soda on the floor of the common room really take a toll on a man. His back straining, the brightness of the summer sun suddenly aching his sensitive eyeballs, almost mulling the senses. So, for one of the first nights in many months, Spy decided to go to bed early. Standing in the jab of the sun, with his uncultured teammates watching some stupid man kill himself with a rocket launcher like some mindless entertainment show did not appeal at all to him. At first, Spy had no intention of sleeping. But soon, whilst reading feel into a blissful slumber. Until his sleep was interrupted but a loud tapping.

"Ne parlez...pas à moi s'il vous plaît" he muttered into his pillow before shifting around onto his back. The tapping continued. Spy finally woke up, he thought the noise came from a dream he was having. The tapping continued thus more.

"Yes?" Spy spoke louder, lifting his head up towards the door.

"It's me." a muffled voice was heard, from the window.

Spy looked up towards it. Through the filter of sleep-sand and the dark, he could see an outline. It was her. Her poofy, messy mass on her head that she called hair was muddled up on top like a dead turnip. She was dressed in her farmer's disguise, which resembled what she usually wears- was that shit smeared on her face? Yes, it was Felizita pressing her mug up onto the glass of his filthy window. He rolled up and opened the window, allowing the cool air from the night breeze in. Spy resisted the urge to shudder from both the chill and the throb in his spine.

"Hmm... I can declare that I didn't expect you to be visiting me at his hour." Spy asked, leaning his head on his writing hand. No matter what the time of day or night, he must always appear laissez-faire.

"I was making sure you were here." she gave a sigh of relief, "I thought they replaced you. And what are you doing? It's nine at night. Were you sleeping?"

The Spy winced at her loud whisper. His mask was uncomfortably askew.

"Not too loud Jolie. I just was dosing off. Lost track of time I suppose."

Words couldn't describe how much he loathed Felizita. RED often tried to hire experienced or at least competent individuals. But Felizita, she is the description of an amateur want to be. He had the displeasure of being stuck with her for weeks in South America, following a lead on another Spy gone rouge. Spy spent one day with her and he already despised her enough to quit right there and then. She, pretending like she knew what she was doing, and him going along with it. All her terrible plans and her delusions, fallacy about everything and her annoying, mind-numbing conversations. Like he cared about what every little thing she thought. And not to mention, terrible in bed. He could get off easier trying to stick his penis through a keyhole then one night with her. But right now, interrupting his sleep was almost the last straw for him. Still, he will ignore that, he will ignore everything little annoying thing she's ever done. For now...For now, he will keep up his facade. But one day, if any blade makes its way through the thin stretch of flesh and in-between the flat discs of her spinal column, it would be his.

"Anyway, what brings you to my window?" Spy said, trying to ignore what he hoped was just mud on her face.

"Who's that guy stumbling around outside?"

Spy stopped himself from reacting. Yet, he couldn't help the physical reacting inside his body. The heat rising in his belly, the heat from the anger and disappoint from this pathetic week. Too much for keeping Jackson a secret. Perhaps she just saw Scout wearing the foreigner's jacket. Scout is always stealing others things, as he's well aware. If he twisted what she saw enough, she would forget about the man and leave him alone.

"I don't know who you are talking about."

"Really? Because I just had a very interesting conversation with this guy from England who came here by teleport."

Spy was exhausted, yet attempt to pull on his best poker-face as possible.

"Who?"

"Jack, JACK!"

Merde

"You...saw him then?"

"YES. He caught me near the garbage cans. Dad to tell him I was a farmer."

They did let him outside.

Spy slammed his fist on the sill. Too much for keeping it all a secret, too much for his plan. Failure after failure was all in his cards. And now he had to talk to her. Her voice was shrill to say the least. Like a sow, or one of those stupid pigeons Medic keeps . It pierced through the air like a cannon ball aimed for the head.

"The jig is up Spy. What's going on? Who is he?"

Spy composed himself.

"He is no one."

"Lair. He seemed to know a hell of a lot of what's going on. If he's some sort of cruel joke those... thugs are arranging-"

"I assure you, he isn't."

"Sure he is. Then why you and the others haven't beaten him to a bloody pulp yet?"

"You really don't think much of us do you?"

She scoffed, "I really don't."

"No matter. I assure you, once everything is clear, I'll let you know. But at the moment-"

He leaned in closer, ignoring the strain in his back to appear suave.

"You must promise me, give me your word, that you won't tell anyone from RED about this. This must be between you, me and the team."

"How can you honestly make me do that? I already put my neck on the line far too many times for you and your gimmicks. Do you have any possible idea what could happen to me if she found out?"

"I understand Jolie, I do."

He slipped his hand into hers, ignoring the dirt and grime between her fingernails.

"I value you. I value you with all my heart. I know the anguish and danger you could get into, and it hurts me to no end. Jolie, I want to get as much as I can from this situation, so It is crucial that no one from RED knows about him being here, at least not yet. Then, I will allow you to get all the glory, as you well deserve."

"What are you planning Spy?" Her voice softened. His words worked again. One thing for sure, besides all her faults, she was terribly easy to manipulate. Hopefully as easy as Jackson will be.

"Nothing, really. He is a unique source of information. I intend to bleed him dry of it."

"Figuratively?" she reluctantly asked, rising a hairy eyebrow.

"Haven't decided...Is that a cigarette behind your ear."

"Yeah, he gave me one."

"This is my brand."

"I know. It was the last of a whole pack."

Spy slammed his fist on the sill again and swore.