(Jenny's POV)
I sit gaping at the Head. I blink my eyes several times, as if I didn't believe what I was hearing.
"Y-you want me to be an MI9 agent?" I ask.
"That's right," says the Head, nodding.
This has to be a dream – a hallucination. There's no way this is happening in real life. I must be dreaming. I know, I'll slap myself. If this is a dream, I can't feel pain. I slap both of my cheeks hard simultaneously with the palms of my hands.
"Ah!" I cry, and then hiss because it stings.
"Miss Brownstone, are you all right?" the Head asks with concern.
"I'm good," I say, giving a thumbs-up. OK, so this is not a dream. This is all real. "So you really want me, the Cat – the mysterious, credit-grabbing, cat-costumed heroine – to work for MI9 as a secret agent?"
"Yes."
I blink again. "But why?"
"MI9 could do with someone like you in our agency. You have the determination and ambition. You're a peak athlete, an extremely skilled gymnast and hand-to-hand combatant, who can coordinate their body with balance, flexibility, and dexterity easily, and you're a marksman. Plus, you speak several different languages, which makes you the perfect person for the job. Also… now this is going to sound embarrassing, but… I'm a bit of a fan of the Cat and I've wanted to have her – or you should I say – come work for MI9 for a while now."
My eyes open wide in surprise. "You… you have?"
"Mm-hmm. I've been following your activities as the Cat in the papers for quite some time and I've read your file reports, and it seems that we both share a deep commitment: stopping crimes and capturing criminals, as well as keeping the public safe. We need each other's help, Miss Brownstone. If you do end up joining us, we could exercise our power together to, like you said, Miss Brownstone, fight crime and diffuse humanitarian crises all over London." The Head stands up and walks over to me. "So, what do you say? Would you like to join MI9 and become a spy?"
I stare at the Head. This is the greatest opportunity that been handed to me on a plate since Zeke asked me to become the Cat. If I say yes, I'll have to work alongside Frank and the others, who may not be in the forgiving mood after everything I've done to them. But if I say no, then it's goodbye greasy takeaway food, sweets and chocolates and hello spam and gruel because I could be spending the rest of my life in prison.
Decisions, decisions…
I open my mouth to speak, when I hear a loud voice saying, "You cannot be serious!"
"What the…?" I say. I turn to the door to see Stark marching into the office, his face looking like thunder.
"Ma'am, you're seriously not considering in letting the Cat come work with us, are you?" he says.
"Stark! What the hell are you doing listening to a private conversation?" the Head demands.
He blushes. "Well, umm… I…I… I used the whisper upgrade on the Spy-Pod to eavesdrop."
"You did what?"
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry. But when I heard that you wanted to see the Cat, I assumed that you were going to severely punish her, like send her off to a nastier prison or erase her memory."
"Now why would I want to do that? Besides, we could do with someone like Miss Brownstone on our side. She has the reflexes, agility, and stamina of an Olympic level acrobat. She is physically very strong and athletic and has great physical endurance. She is an excellent street fighter capable of taking on several assailants and incapacitating them without being injured herself. And she is trained in several martial arts styles – she's a brilliant asset to our organization."
"She may fight on the side of justice, but her methods and phenomenal track record for combating crime and targeting criminals embarrasses us by comparison."
"You may be sceptical of Miss Brownstone's vigilante methods, but her methods always get the job done. Who knows, maybe you can learn a thing or two from her."
"But, Ma'am –"
"May I remind you, Stark that I'm the Head of this service, and whatever I say goes. So if I tell you to go after the Grandmaster in your vest and boxers, you better be damn ready to do so. Is that understood?"
Stark gulps. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good." The Head turns to me and smiles. "Take all the time you need to think about it, Miss Brownstone."
I nod. "OK."
The Head looks up towards the door and back at me again. "In the meantime, while you're thinking about your answer, there are some things you need to sort out with someone."
My heart turns over. I know exactly who she means.
"Let's go, Stark," says the Head, and she and Stark exit the room, closing the door behind them, leaving me alone with Frank. Or maybe it's not him. Maybe it's Rose, Carrie or Oscar – or all three of them.
"Jenny?"
It's Frank.
Crap.
I really don't wanna face him, considering that I look like a reject from the TV show Misfits. But I'm gonna have to.
I stand up shakily. It's time to face the music. I take a deep breath and turn around. But when I do face Frank, I jump in alarm.
It takes me a moment to recognize him. His hair is tousled and standing on end. There are dark circles under his red-rimmed eyes and his cheeks are puffy, as if he has been crying. Also, the buttons of his shirt are in all the wrong holes and the tails of the shirt is tucked out of his trousers. He looks completely and utterly dishevelled. He looks worse off than I am! We stare at each other. We both go pink.
"Hi," he says.
"Hey," I reply.
There's a little pause. I raise a hand and rub the back of my neck as my eyes are searching the floor, while Frank sweeps a hand back through his messy hair.
"Listen, Jen –" he starts.
"Before you say anything," I cut in, "I would like to say something. I am so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for any and all trouble I've caused. I'm sorry for slapping you when you wanted to explained your side of the story. I'm sorry for punching you when you found out I was the Cat and I needed to escape. And I'm really, truly, very sorry for not letting in to see me. On top of that, I am so so sorry for all the lying that I did, the sneaking around and the silly excuses that I came up with. I am so not worthy of you. You're sweet, kind and oh-so wonderful, and you deserve someone who is honest, loyal and steadfast, with the homemaking talents on the level of Martha Stewart. It's a shame I'm not that person, and for that, I'm sorry. Now that that's out of the way, you can scream, shout, yell or do whatever you want with me. It's OK – I can take it."
I close my eyes and hold my breath, waiting for Frank to do his worse. Like I said, I can take it. I can hear footsteps coming up to me. Then they stop. Then, without warning, he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me, pressing me against his chest. He's holding me so tightly, I can barely breathe. Suddenly, I feel his lips push against mine, like… like… he's kissing me. Wait a minute – he's kissing me! What's going on there? Why is he kissing me? I'm so confused. But that thought is pushed out of my head when Frank's lips are pressing hard against mine. Harder, harder until the kiss actually hurts.
Uttering a low, startled cry, I begin to pull back. But I'm overcome by a rush of feeling.
I return the kiss. His hands move to the back of my head. He presses my face against his.
My heart is pounding. This kiss is never going to end.
Eventually, it does. I push myself away from him, my hands on his chest. He lets me go, dropping his arms to his sides.
"Frank," I pant, "what the hell was that?"
"That was me forgiving you," he says.
"You're forgiving me?" I'm now suddenly confused and conflicted. "I-I don't understand. After everything I've done to you – Rose, Oscar and Carrie included – you're forgiving me? Just like that? Why?"
Frank goes into his pocket and brings out a black device.
"What is that?" I ask.
"It's a Spy-Pod," Frank says. "A standard issue gadget used by all MI9 agents. It also comes with this…" He pulls a mini satellite dish from his pocket. "A whisper upgrade – it's a device that lets you hear things from up to a kilometre away. I used this to listen in on your conversation with the Head on Friday."
"You used a bugging device on me? Oh, my God, what the hell is this – MI9 or News International?!"
"I'm sorry, Jen. Please don't be cross. But when the Head told me that I couldn't see you, I had to find out why. I needed to know the reason, also… I wanted to hear your voice again."
My lips are still throbbing. I can still taste him; still feel him pressing me to him so tightly.
"So… so you heard everything that I told the Head? How I became the Cat and all whatnot?" I ask.
"Everything," says Frank. "You should know that I don't hate you."
"You don't?" I ask. I taste blood on my lips. Such a hard kiss. "You're not even mad that you found out that I was the Cat?"
"Of course not. I was just shocked and surprised, but I'm not mad at you. And I most certainly don't hate you – I can never hate you."
I let out a relieved sigh. "Well, that's a relief."
There's another little pause.
"So do you really think I sound like a posh person called Peregrine Carruthers?" says Frank.
I shrug. "Well, let's just say that how you speak makes David Cameron sound working-class."
Frank grins at me, the grin I find irresistible. I smile back – something I haven't done in weeks. It's just like old times.
He takes my hands. "Darling Jenny, I am so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for not telling you sooner that I was an MI9 agent. I'm also sorry for listening in on your private conversation with the Head. On top of that, I am so so sorry for all the lying that I did, the sneaking around and the silly excuses that I came up with. I never, ever, ever meant to hurt you. Can we please rewind right back and start all over again?"
My eyes widen. "Wha…? You want us to start again?"
Frank nods. "More than anything in the world."
"Bu-but what about the sugar and spice and everything nice Martha Stewart-esque girlfriend who can make gourmet meals, breakfast treats and pineapple bran muffins?"
"I could have her… but she's not the Cat, is she? She's not someone who wears an ultra-sexy skintight catsuit and fights crime, is she? She's not someone who's a beautiful, curvaceous, drop-dead gorgeous woman who's confident and assertive, as well as kind and caring, is she? She's not someone who can make me my heart go aflutter whenever I see her, make me go weak at the knees whenever she talks or blows my mind whenever we kiss, is she?"
I swallow as I feel the colour rise in my cheeks. "I… I do that to you?"
"All… the… time…" He covers my mouth again in a long, clinging kiss. "You're the one that I want, Jenny. I don't want anybody else."
I stare at Frank, my eyes shining with hope through my tears. "You really mean that?"
He smiles. "You're the only girl in the world for me. I love you."
"Oh, Frank!" I say – and I burst into tears. He puts his arms around me while I cry on his shoulder. But I'm not upset – I'm crying because I'm happy. Frank has forgiven me and we've made up! Not to mention that I'm being offered the job of a lifetime. I feel like I've won the Lottery.
I pull back and smile at him. "Oh, Frank, I love you, too. I don't want us to ever be apart again."
"It's a deal," he smiles back, gently wiping away my tears with his thumb.
My eyes trail to the door. "OK, guys I know you've heard everything with the whisper upgrade. You can come in now."
The door flies open, and Rose, Oscar and Carrie come rushing in. They run over to me and we all hug.
"I'm so sorry, guys – for everything," I say.
"It's all forgotten," says Oscar.
"Yeah – we forgive you," says Carrie. "We're just so happy that you and Frank are back together."
"So am I," I reply.
"So have you decided what you're gonna do?" Rose asks. "Are you gonna join us?"
"I don't know. I mean this is a huge opportunity – massive even. What am I gonna tell my handler? He doesn't even know that I'm here."
Suddenly, an alarm begins to blare loudly and the room starts to flash red.
"What's going on?" I yell.
"There's being a security breach!" the Head replies. "Someone's broken into MI9!" She goes to her desk and the remote to open up her cabinet that displays a large monitor. The screen comes on and shows CCTV footage of a large in the side of the building and a small powered-armour hovercraft roaming the corridors.
I gape at the monitor, open-mouthed. "Oh, my God. It can't be."
"Jenny – what's wrong?" Frank asks.
"I think – and it's a pretty big think – I may know who the person that broke into MI9 is."
"You do?" everyone chorus.
"There's just a chance, but I think I do know. Can anybody pinpoint the location of that hovercraft?"
"Give me a sec," says Rose. She brings out her Spy-Pod and opens it, revealing an architectural structure of the building and a flashing red light. "They're on level eight in the west wing."
"You better lead the way, then," I say.
We all leave the office and head to a nearby elevator. It's a bit of a squeeze, but we all get in and travel down to level eight.
When do get off the lift at level eight, we run down the long corridor and turn a corner – and stop, where we're confronted with multiple number of SWAT officers who are firing at the blue and silver hovercraft, but that's deemed useless – as there's a circular bubble around the hovercraft protecting it from the attacks.
"Holy frick on a stick," I say, astonished. I can't believe he's doing this. What is he – crazy? I've got to put a stop to this before he gets himself killed. "Frank, give me your phone," I say. He passes his phone to me and I punch in the numbers.
The person who I suspect picks up on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Zeke? Please tell me you're at home playing video games instead of breaking into MI9 and challenging the SWAT team," I say.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not…" he says. "But I am… breaking into MI9 and challenging the SWAT team."
"Zeke! What the hell are you doing?! You're gonna get arrested – or worse, killed!"
"Not when I'm in the protective bubble. Besides, I'm rescuing you. Just give me second – you may have to run for cover as I'm going to use sleeping gas on these guys and have you out here and out of the country within the hour."
"Zeke, you have exactly five seconds to surrender, or so help me… I'm gonna tell your mother."
He gasps. "You wouldn't dare! You don't have the bottle."
"Try me." I cover the mouthpiece. "Could I borrow someone else's phone, please?" The Head takes out her phone and hands it to me. "Thanks. Zeke, I'm dialling the number."
"You're bluffing," he says.
I dial the number to show that I'm not bluffing. I hold the phone up and press the call button because I know that Zeke has surveillance in his hovercraft.
"It's ringing," I sing down the phone.
"And it's gonna stay ringing," says Zeke. "There's no way my mother will answer an unknown numb–"
"Hi, Carmen! It's Jenny – Jenny Brownstone," I say.
"Oh, Jenny – hi!" she says. "How are you? I haven't heard from you in ages."
"I'm fine – I've just being busy."
"What can I do for you?"
"It's about Zeke."
I hear Carmen sigh. "What's he done this time?"
"Oh, Carmen, you wouldn't believe what he done now." I smile slyly. "He's only just gone and…"
"OK, OK, you win! I surrender!" Zeke exclaims. "Just please don't tell my mum!"
"Brought you tickets to that West End musical you like," I end up saying. "What was it – Mamma Mia?"
"Aww! That's my favourite musical. That is so nice of him."
"It was, wasn't it? He's such a good boy, isn't he? He thought after all the work you and Denzel have done, you two deserved a bit of fun."
"What a sweet gesture. Tell him I said thanks."
"Oh, I will, Carm. I gotta go now, but I'll see you soon. Bye!" I hang up the phone and pass it back to the Head. "You can call the SWAT team off. Our little raider is surrendering."
The Head does what I say and tells the SWAT officers to fall back. They stop firing, but still have their guns pointing to the hovercraft. The bubble around the hovercraft disappears as it lowers itself onto the ground. Then, the door opens, and out steps the twenty-one-year-old, fawn-skinned, brown-eyed, dark curly mopped-haired boy-genius, Zeke Williams. He's wearing a tight white T-shirt, blue-coloured jeans and light purple Converse shoes. He has a light purple bandanna around his neck, a beige beanie, a dark blue retro watch and oversized black horn-rimmed glasses.
I hand Frank his phone back and march up to Zeke.
"Oh, er, hi Jen," he says nervously. "Umm… you're looking lovely today."
"Ezekiel Russell Williams, what the hell is the matter with you?!" I yell. "Are you absolutely and completely bonkers?!"
"I'm sorry, Jen! Look, I know you're upset…"
I scoff. "Understatement of the bloody century!"
"But I can explain."
"Well, go on, then! Explain."
"When you called me on Friday to tell me about the mission, I knew that something went wrong. You told me that nothing happened – but your body language spoke for you. After we hang up, I used the homing beacon that I planted in the communicator to follow your movements. My worst fears were confirmed when you flew over to MI9 headquarters. And when I saw that your communicator was still there the next day, I knew that you were either arrested or you turned yourself in. So I thought that I would be the Wonderful Prince Charming and rescue you."
"And you decided to do that by creating a giant hole in a building?!"
"Again, I'm sorry. I'll pay for the damages. Oh, Jenny, I'm so so so sorry. Please forgive me." Zeke puts his hands together in a silly praying gesture. "Please please please pretty please!"
My expression softens. Even though he's a genius, Zeke can also be a right idiot. But he also means well.
"Fine," I say with a sigh. "I forgive you."
"Yay!" Zeke cries, hugging me.
I shake my head. I forget to mention that he can be a bit of a big kid.
I notice that the SWAT officers have lowered their guns – that must be down to the Head. I turn to face her.
"I hate to break up this little forgiving fest, but would you like to tell me who your friend is," she says.
"I'll be glad to," I say. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Zeke Williams – genius-level intellect and inventor. You may also know him as Mr. Zed. He's responsible for briefing me on my missions, as well as providing me with my gadgets." I turn to Zeke. "These are my friends… and Stark."
Stark narrows his eyes but says nothing.
"This is Francine Fairchild – she's the Head of MI9. Those three kids are my students from St Hope's: Rose Gupta, Oscar Cole and Carrie Stewart. And finally…" I go over to Frank and link my arm with his. "This is my wonderful, lovely, glorious MI9 agent of a boyfriend, Frank London," I say, and I give him a kiss on the cheek.
Everyone says their hellos to Zeke.
"It's nice to finally meet you all in person," he says, coming up to us. "Especially you, Frank. Jen talked a great deal about you. You know… before she found out you worked for MI9."
Frank blushes. "You should know that I didn't mean to lie to her," he says. "I was going to tell her."
I turn to him. "You were?"
He nods. "I was going to tell you on prom night. I was sick and tired of having to sneak around, lie to you and put you in danger. So, in order to protect you, I was going to leave MI9."
I start to tear up. "You were willing to leave your job… to protect me?"
"Yeah. But somehow, you managed to find out before I could tell you."
"That may be down to me," says Zeke. "The day you guys had prom, I saw CCTV footage of you and the spy kids coming out of the caretaker's storage cupboard at school. I did some digging and I found out that there's a base hidden under the school. So I did more research and saw that that base is an MI9 base. So I hacked into MI9's system and saw the files on Frank, which I showed to Jen."
"But that's impossible!" Rose cries. "Your computer should have been infected with the virus I placed within the firewall – to stop anyone from hacking the database and stealing information. How did you get past it?"
"Well, what can I say? I like a challenge. Also, you should never base your three-digit passwords on the IQs of scientists, Noble Prize winners and people from Mensa."
Rose blushes with embarrassment.
"But why didn't Zeke find out about this earlier?" I ask. "Why did it take so long?"
"Normally, we would take a photo of an empty corridor and place it in from the security camera to make people think that it was an empty corridor – to make it easy for us to access the cupboard," Oscar explains.
"But since we had exams all throughout June, we couldn't do any missions, so the photo was taken down," says Carrie.
"And when the exams finished, I'd forgotten to put it back up," says Frank.
"Ah!" I ah-ed. "This also explains why you kept running off to do your 'chores' and why Rose, Oscar and Carrie kept skipping classes."
"Exactly."
I nod my head. Everything makes so much sense now.
"You should probably know that I was gonna tell you that I was the Cat," I tell Frank.
"Really?"
I nod. "I was going to tell you on prom night. And like you, I was sick and tired and having to sneak around and lie to you. But then, Zeke told me about you and I decided to not tell you."
"Until he found out on Friday, when he tried to capture you," says Carrie.
"What?!" Zeke exclaims. "How did he find out?"
"He confronted me in the sewers when I tried to escape," I say. "We got into a little scrape, I got distracted, and Frank kicked me, knocking my mask off. That's what I was so upset about when you called me."
"Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you flee the country!"
"I wanted to, but I couldn't. I didn't want you to be in much trouble as I am – or was. Plus, if I ran, I would run forever. I'd have to keep looking over my shoulder and jump from one city to the next. So I came up with a plan to let MI9 think that I was fleeing the country by planting a tracking device on someone at the airport. And while everyone was there, I flew over to their headquarters and quietly turned myself in."
"It was there that Miss Brownstone told me how she became the Cat," says the Head. "You have trained her well, Mr. Williams."
"Oh… please," he says, waving the Head off, pretending to be embarrassed when actually, he's loving the praise.
"You have trained her so well, that I've been thinking about recruiting her as an MI9 agent."
Zeke freezes. "You what?" He turns to me. "Jen?"
"The Head called me in her office about ten minutes ago and asked me if I wanted to become a spy."
"But surely you're going to say no, right?" He sees my hesitated face. "Right?"
"I, I… I don't know, Zeke."
I really don't know. I mean it's a huge opportunity, but at the same time, I don't wanna leave Zeke. He's the reason I became the Cat. He made me the person I am now – minus what has happened in the last sixty or so hours. But he's also my best friend…
I know what I have to do.
I turn to the Head. "Ma'am, I've made a decision," I say. "I have decided that I would like to join MI9…"
Zeke bows his head.
"…On the condition that you hire Zeke as MI9's resident scientist and technician," I finish.
"What?" he says as he snaps his head up, his eyes wide open. "A-are you serious?"
"I am totally 100% serious. Zeke, other than Rose, you are the most intelligent person I've ever met. You're an inventive genius with an IQ of 190 who's an expert in the fields of mathematics, physics, chemistry, and computer science. You began college at the age of eleven, started graduate studies at fourteen, and earned a Master of Engineering degree at the age of sixteen – all before obtaining a driver's licence! As well as my gadgets, I've seen you conceive, design and build highly-advanced mechanical devices like advanced fighter-jets, mind control devices, a weather control device, robots and androids, clones and a shrinking pod, as well as an assortment of guns, including lasers, rocket launchers, and crossbows. You also speak various languages like Finnish, Spanish, French, Mandarin Chinese, Persian and Arabic. Not to mention Middle-earth Elvish from the Lord of the Rings/Hobbit books, Klingon from Star Trek and Parseltongue from the Harry Potter books! And you've got hacking talents, meaning you can access government and top secret sources easily without having your computer been infected with a virus or being caught.
"Zeke, we're a team – we're partners. Wherever I go, I want you to be there with me. If it wasn't for you, I'd be stuck in some tiny office cubicle, with git-faced miserly of a prick as my boss. Since I became the Cat, my life has changed for the better: I've got a cool job, made some awesome friends along the way and met the most fabulous man in the world. And that's all thanks to you. You have cared for me and looked after me during my time as the Cat, and now it's time that I returned the favour." I turn back to the Head. "So, Ma'am, if you want me, you'll have to take in Zeke, too. You either take us as a two-pack or it's a no-pack."
There's silence after my little speech. Everyone looks to Head. What will she say?
"Hmmm," she says. She glances at me, then Zeke, then back at me again – and she smiles. "Miss Brownstone, you've got yourself a deal."
Zeke gasps. "No way. Are you serious?" he says. "This isn't a dream, is it? Good God, I may have to slap myself."
"I can assure you that this is very real and I am serious," says the Head. "The two of you together have single-handedly solves more cases and captured criminals than the whole of MI9 and the Metropolitan Police put together. With Mr. Williams and his great intelligence and talent of inventing gadgets and weapons, and Miss Brownstone and her extreme athletic skills and extensive reflexes, the two of you make an unstoppable team. You'll be a very useful asset to the organization. Congratulations and welcome to MI9… agents."
Zeke and I stare at the Head with our mouths open. I can hardly believe it! I'm an MI9 agent!
Zeke and I cheer and hug each other.
"Ohmigosh!" I say. "I'm an MI9 agent!"
"Oh, my gosh! I'm an MI9 scientist and technician!" says Zeke.
I let out an arm so the others can join in on the hug. I can imagine that Stark isn't joining in. He's probably rolling his eyes and making a sour face, but I couldn't care less. I'm not gonna let him spoil things. I'm paying too much attention being happy about working with my friends, side-by-side.
"Oh, Ma'am, thank you so much!" I say when I break the hug. "You have no idea how thrilled I am."
"Now that you're an agent, you're gonna need some gadgets," says the Head. "Follow me."
I, along with everyone, follow the Head back to her office. She goes to the cabinet and brings out two gadgets that all too familiar to me.
"My communicator and my Jetpack Backpack!" I gasp. "I can't believe you kept them. Thank you."
I take the gadgets from the Head and slip on my communicator. I open up the communicator and pressing the blue button, I change into my catsuit, along with mask and cat ears.
Everyone, except Zeke and Stark, stare in awe, not believing what they just saw and all talk at once.
"Wow!" Carrie whispers.
"That's amazing," Rose gasps.
"Awesome," Oscar murmurs.
"Incredible," says Frank.
I giggle at their expressions. "I'm gonna miss being the Cat," I sigh. "It's the end of an era. We had some good times. It's time to say goodbye to the purr-fectly mischievous crime-fighter…" I take off my mask and cat ears, and unzip my catsuit to show a little cleavage. "…and say hello to Jenny Brownstone – secret agent."
"Congratulations, Jen," says Frank, kissing my forehead.
"Thanks," I smile. "And my first order of business is this: have a long, luxurious bubble bath – or shower. I mean, I smell so bad I could bring people out of comas, so that's first on the agenda. Secondly, I need get some food inside me as I have lost some weight since Friday and lastly, I need some fresh clothes – there's no way I'm walking the streets of London looking like a zombie from Misfits."
"You can use the showers in the gym facilities," says the Head. "Afterwards, we need to take down your identity formations – fingerprints, retinal recognition, etc. And after that, Agent London will show you to your other headquarters – the one located under St Hope's."
"Excellent. But before he does that, he needs to show me the way to gym – because one, I don't the way and two…" I turn to Frank, "you need a shower, too. Because let's be honest, you do smell quite musky."
Frank blushes a very deep red and leads me out of the office and to the gym.
And as we walk, I think about all the new missions and shenanigans I'd be doing. But rather than doing it on my own, I'll be with Rose, Oscar, Carrie and Frank. It's a whole new adventure – and I can't wait to get started!
A/N: Hey, everyone! I hope you're enjoying the story so far. I just wanted to tell you that the next chapter to this story will contain some fruity content - if you know what I mean (wink, wink). Meaning that I'll be changing the rating of this story from T to M. So, to anyone that isn't following or added this to their favourites will have to filter their ratings to see this story. Anyway, I gotta go now. Please keep reviewing - it's what keeps me motivated. Ciao! XOXO
