CIA AGENT OR CROWNED PRINCE
Chapter three: Elizabeth and El learn the truth
After six hours of being on a private jet with Elizabeth Swan, Sands was just about ready to do who ever the fuckmook was that was out to get the presidents daughter a favour. He was sorely tempted do the assonating for whoever.
God she was such a spoilt brat it wasn't even funny. Swan noticed the irritated and venom coated glares the agent was sending his daughter's way, he swallowed nervously.
Elizabeth had been a serious pain in the ass the whole flight, and only shut up for the last three hours when she had fallen to sleep. Even he was closed to the end of his patients with his daughter.
She really was being unreasonable. Agents Sands was just trying to do his job, nothing more and nothing less. She was worse then ever, because she was unable to push this one around like she had the other idiots he had hired to look out for her.
This agent was as tuff as nails he was no idiot, if anything he was very quick and sharp and was not about cave any time soon, if even ever. But it didn't mean he was not pissed at her, Swan knew this.
Elizabeth moaned "this is ridiculous Father, why on earth did I have to come, I had plans this week." Sands couldn't help she was getting on his fucking nerves.
"And what may I ask did you have planned Miss Swan, to get a manicure or a pedicure? Or perhaps to work on your tan; or even better yet to wash your hair. Or maybe you were planning to spend daddy's money on the latest fashion accessories" Sands quipped sarcastically.
Swan winced; Elizabeth was fuming, whilst Sands smirked irritatingly at her. Swan pleaded "agent Sands please, I know you are not comfortable at all at the moment, but please try to at least ignore her."
Elizabeth turned and glared at her father who glared right back "and you Elizabeth Nyah Swan will exercise some respect to those that are just trying to do their jobs.
No matter how much you believe him to be beneath you, you'd be surprised that he has more right to consider you beneath him then you do him. And as for why you're here, deal with it. I brought you here for a little culture and change of scenery."
Elizabeth snorted in disgust "me beneath him? Surely you can't be serious father? He's just another idiot who welds a gun for a living."
Swan wanted to scream the plane down and tell her to stop. She had gone too far that he was sure of. The look that crossed the agents face was positively murderous.
It was enough to even chill the tough ex CIA agent turned president to the bone. This was a very dangerous man who appeared to be someone who killed without remorse; he was being to see that from the look in his eyes.
Sands turned to face Elizabeth and said in a chillingly calm voice proving just how enraged he truly was. Sheldon Sands never shouted when he was truly angry, he spoke in a calm and low whisper.
"Word of advice you are mere presidents spoilt rotten little princess and daughter. I am a CIA agent; that I will not deny, because it is exactly what I am. But it is not only what I am. Last time I checked I was born his royal highness Sheldon Jeffery Arenas-Quintez the crowned prince of Spain. You little girl with in the next day or so will be on my home turf from birth. If anyone is beneath some one, then it is you that is beneath me."
Sands nodded to the president and said "I will meet you outside the plane I need some air?" Swan nodded in understanding, knowing exactly what would happen if the agent did not go out side and blow off some access steam. He knew that Sands had not meant to reveal his true identity; it had slipped out in his anger.
He and a seriously rattled Elizabeth watched Sands pause half way towards the door and cursed. Before he took out a box from his jacket pocket and then reached up and seemed to be removing something from his eyes and placing them inside a box.
He then replaced that box in his pocket and pulled out a bigger and longer box from out of his other pocket. They were surprised to see him take a pair of glasses and place them on his face. It was now apparent that the agent had just removed a pair of contact lenses.
When Sands had exited the plane Swan turned to his clearly stunned daughter. "Now do you see you are not the only one who feels suffocated by their life style? Your obligations are to only me as my daughter. I'm the one who has the obligations of dealing with what goes on inside the white house and in Washington D.C."
He continued "agent sands on the other hand before you ask is most definitely who is says he is. It is his family that you will be meeting with in a day or so. He is not just a CIA agent. He from the time he was born up until the age of eighteen was being groomed to some day become king, to rule a whole European country. He felt suffocated by his royal duties and obligations, he had it harder then you do.
When he was eighteen he made a deal with his parents. He was allowed to come to our country to study; then afterwards go into any profession he saw fit. But as soon as his mother queen Belicia Alita Quintez-Arenas could no longer rule then he would have to quit what ever profession he had chosen and return to Spain and take over as king.
He does not want to be king, but has resigned himself to fact he has not choice weather he likes it or not. He will be king and I suspect he will have to marry and produce an heir." He added "please try and not be so hard on him. I have a feeling you two would get alone so well if you could be, well be less head strong like your mother. He is here to protect you not order you around."
He added "it just occurred to me that agent Sands, or should I say prince Sheldon will be the first king in over six generations. As for last six generations there has been only a queen."
Elizabeth shook her head in amazement "a CIA agent who is also a crowned prince and future king. Why do I get the impression that he will most likely be the only king to not need someone to guard him?"
Swan chuckled "no actually he will be the second king in the whole of Spain's royal history. It is said that his father, the current king, was a body guard sent to guard the queen when she was the crowned princess. They fell in love and she married him and made him the prince consort. Then later on he became king when she became queen after her mother become to old to rule."
They both rose from their seats and made their way off of the plane and noticed the Mexican president had already arrived and that he was standing with a Mexican man dressed in clothing with chains on them.
They noticed Sands was standing to one side and was smirking at the man who was standing beside the president, and was scowling something fierce at the smirking agent.
Sands, he was silently fuming as he walked off the plane. Could this day get any worse? And on top of that he had to put on his glasses which had been something he had not wanted to do. But he had no choice, his eyes were killing him and he couldn't afford to be distracted whilst protecting the spoilt little bitchy Elizabeth.
He had not wanted to reveal to her his true heritage until he had no choice in the matter, oh well what's done is done and perhaps now she might treat him with a bit more respect. Because she was getting on his fucking nerves, something just had to give before he deliberately forgot it was his job to protect her and not fill her full of lead.
He had spoken to soon, far too soon. His day could and just did get worse. For their standing less then twenty feet from the plane was the Mexican president. That was not was bothering Sands through. No what really ticked Sands of was the fact there was another man, a man in particular who was now scowling at him.
El Mariachi. There was no way in hell he was going to let El know exactly how irritating and unwanted his appearance was to Sands, he wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pissing Sands off by just being there.
So instead he smirked and said cheerfully "ah El Mariachi. And what do I owe the pleasure of your presence here?" (Insert major sarcasm on Sands part) El scowled "I now guard the president. I could ask you the same question Sands. What are you doing here?" Sands never answered because Swan answered instead "he is doing his job which is to protect my daughter."
El looked incredulous he asked "your protecting the American presidents daughter?" Sands snorted "yeah is a matter of fact she's very interesting fancy swapping charges?" Sands turned when the woman in question cleared her throat and smirked "oh agent Sands you wound me, surely I can't be that bad, can I?"
Sands returned that smirked and replied "oh but Miss Swan I assure you can and you are that bad. But I've dealt with worse. Say the El Mariachi over there for example." El scowled at Sands and asked "besides protecting the presidents daughter what else brings you back here? After what I heard about what happen last time you were, should I say a little worse for wear and I figured you would not be so quick to return here."
Sands raised an eyebrow and asked sarcastically "oh and what might that be, what have you heard?" El returned the smirk and replied "that a blind gun fighter dressed all in black who had his eyes ripped out by the cartel. Took out four members of said cartel singled handed and blind, obviously it is a load of rubbish."
Sands smirked "drilled out actually. They didn't rip out my eyes, they drilled them out whilst I was still awake. And yes for your information I did take out four of the cartel single handed and very much eyeless thank you very much.
The only reason I'm standing here now seeing your god forsaken butt ugly mug is because of a procedure that implanted a set of donated eyes into my once empty hollow eye sockets."
He continued on the smirk gone from his face at look of horror on everyone's faces, El's included. "I then went through six months of intense therapy to allow me to adjust to my brand spanking you set of eyes.
But there was unfortunate snag. Optical surgery is not that quite far advanced yet. So without the aid of glasses" he tapped the side of his glasses "and contact lenses, then my vision would be blurred.
I will never have perfect vision ever again without the aid of glasses or contacts. So El do you still think it's a load of rubbish?" El didn't answer he didn't dare, knowing he was in the wrong. He hated Sands, but no where near enough to wish such a horrifying fate upon him.