Agent #21531555
A/N: I own nothing except for my own characters and N.S.C and I think I own some of the spy stuff they use...oh well if I don't. Well, on with the story. Yes, you'll see Yu-Gi-Oh characters in this chapter. Yay.
This part of the story takes place in New York so yeah. Just so ya know.
Chapter Two: Six Years Later and A date
Max, you need to restock on bullets.
I know. You told me two minutes ago. Dammit I'm out. Looks like we're off to see Markus.
Told you to stop by the store on your way home but noooo don't listen to me.
Screw you.
Don't be such a bitch Max. You know you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.
Fuck you.
Max and Markus both lived with Singer(Even though they were like twenty), their sort of adopted father since they were both orphans.
Max walked to Markus's room and opened the door without knocking. She was used to this. She never knocked when she opened his door. Markus was changing shirts and whipped around-shirt half on half off when he heard the door open. "Max, don't you ever knock?" he asked, pulling the black long sleeve over his head and looking at her.
"Nothing I haven't seen before." Max replied, sitting down on his bed and looking around his room, filled with posters of half naked girls, stupid sicko.
"That's right, you're the hooker spy."
"Am not. Guys just take me home we never get serious."
"Mmmm hmmm. You just never record that part."
"Jackass. I need some bullets."
"What do I look like? The bullet dude?"
"No you look like a jack ass's ass. Now I need bullets."
Markus shrugged and walked over to his desk and pulled out a cardboard box of bullets. He threw them at her and she caught them out of the corner of her eye. "Thanks." she said, walking out of the room.
8:00 p.m. That Night
"Max, Singer wants to talk to you." Markus said opening Max;s door without knocking and walking in on her pulling her shirt over her head. "He's in the recording room."
Max turned and walked out of the room. Shewalked down into the basement of the house where Singer kept all the TV screens and speakers that they used for spying. They had their own labs at home, all the spies in the organization did. Singer turned to Max, "Come sit down." he said patting a rolly chair next to his.
Max sat down and Singer turned on a screen and shoved in a tape. It was a shoot out in a subway. Some red-head chick and a black dude. When it was over Singer paused it. "Max, there have been shoot outs like that over the past few months. We have a suspect but..well we don't have any hard evidence that it's him. We need you to spy on him for the next few weeks for us."
"Who's the guy?" Max asked curiosly.
"Him." Singer replied, pointing to a blonde headed man with tan skin and lavender eyes. "He's been seen walking away from all of the shoot outs but when cops check him they don't even find a bullet shell on him. And be careful, he's suspected to be a murderer but like I said, no one can ever find any evidence. We're not associated with the police so we can't say anything so.. If you want something done right you gotta do it yourself like you say."
"I know that too well." Max muttered, looking at the blonde.
He's hot.
Max, you're a spy, no time for a romantic life with a prime suspect!
Ah, fuck you. He's cute!
God, what is wrong with you? You're acting like-argh!
Oooh! He doesn't look gay. I think he's straight!
Man, why am I stuck with you?
"So when do I start?"
"Tomorrow morning. We have an apartment set up next to his right now so you move in tomorrow as a new neighbor. You have a job acroos the street as a waitress at the cafe so you can look like a normal person so yeah, you move in tomorrow so pack up and we'll send you your furniture in the moving van."
"Good night." Max said, walking up to her room. She packed all her stuff into a bunch of boxes and layed on her sheetless bed and fell asleep.
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"Where do ya want this one ma'am?" one of the dudes from the moving van asked Max at the door. He was carrying a coffee table.
"Um just anywhere. I'll get around to rearanging later. Tell the other dude that too." Max replied. The moving guy nodded and took the table inside.
"Hey, need a little help?" came a voice from behind Max. She whirled around to see the dude she was supposed to purssuing standing there. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, I'm Malik Ishtar, I live next door and um hi."
Max blushed and looked away. "My name's Max. Um, no thanks, I've got it."
"Alright um, do you want to go out for a movie or something later tonight? My treat to the newcomer?"
"Uhh...sure. What time?"
"I'll come and pick you up here around eight. Hope you don't mind motorcycles." Malik said walking into the apartment next door.
Max looked after him.
Smooth. What do you think Singer is going to have to say about this?
I don't know but he isn't hot in person he's sexy.
Oh. My. God. Max! Max! Red Alert! Max! Are you still there? Oh no we've lost contact to the real world! Max!
Hmmmmmmm?
Focus.
Ok.
Eight o' Clock
Malik stood outside Max's apartment and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Max called downstairs.
Malik opened the door and slid inside. Max ran down the stairs dressed in a pair of tight black leather pants and a light blue tank top with a jean jacket over it. "Looks like you're ready to go." Malik said looking her over.
Max blushed and picked up her keys and they walked out, locking the door behind them. They went outside and Malik pulled an extra helmet and handed it to her. She put it on and Malik climbed up on the seat and Max got on behind him and grabbed the bars behind her.
"That's not safe." Malik teased.
Max rolled her eyes and sidled up to him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Malik revved up the engine and sped off.
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Malik and Max slid into theater seat just as The Ring 2 started. It had come to the part were Rachel unzips the bag and finds the dude's body and Samara reaches out and grabs her arm and says "I found you!"
Max clutched Malik's arm tightly and he looked over at her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. She layed her head on his shoulder and they watched the rest of the movie sitting like that.
"So, where do you work?" Malik asked Max, sipping at coffee with hazlenut in it. They were sitting at a small table in a coffee shop right next to the theater.
"Across the street at that bar nobody goes to." Max laughed. "I don't know how we get paid if we don't have any bussiness, but we do."
"Hey, that's an insult, I go there." Malik replied smiling.
"Yo, Malik, find another hooker?" came a voice from the booth across from them. Malik looked over to see a white haired guy sitting there.
"No, Bakura, this is Max, notice she's not half naked and she's not a dye bottle like your girlfriend."
Max blushed and looked at the foam in her cup.
"Hey, it's like twelve thirty." Malik said looking at his watch. "Do you want me to take you home?"
"Um sure."
When they got in Malik walked her to her apartment. When they got to the door Malik turned to her and pressed his lips to hers and smiled. "Good night, Max."
The Next Morning
Max sat up and opened her eyes.
God, the sunlight, it burns!
We established that last week.
Who asked you?
Me. And I decided to answer.
Talking to yourself and answering is the second sign of insanity.
I'm not insane! Wait-what's the first?
Denying it.
Fuck you.
And I'm foul mouth.
Max looked outside to see if Malik was home. Nope. Good. Max grabbed a bunch of little micro cameras and microspeakers and slid into Malik's apartment wich she unlocked with a credit card. She planted two chips in his living room, three in his bedroom, two in the kitchen, and one in the mirror in the bathroom. Then she walked out innocently and back to her apartment and turned on the surviellance TVs in her closet.
A/N: Hi. Plz R/R. I don't know if it's good or bad. I like it sorta. Dude please review!