My Spy
Chapter 5
RING.
RING.
RING.
Chloe shot up in bed, looking around. When she was awake enough to realize her phone ringing is what woke her, she grabbed her phone and checked the caller ID.
"It's early on a Sunday and my day off, Jason," Chloe said, answering the call. "This had better be good!"
"Good morning to you, too, Sunshine," Jason's voice said through the phone.
"Bite me," Chloe said. "What do you want, Jason?"
"We just got word that DSM is coming back to the U.S.," Jason said. "The Director has scheduled a briefing in an hour. Do you want me to pick you up?"
"I'll meet you there," Chloe said and ended the call, mumbling, "There goes my day off."
Chloe threw off the covers and got out of bed. She went into the bathroom, wincing when she saw herself in the mirror. Blond hair was not her best look.
Chloe ran a hand through the short blonde waves and grabbed her toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it. She stuck the toothbrush in her mouth and turned on the shower.
Once Chloe was dressed and ready, she glanced through her notes. Having been the one to infiltrate DSM, she had gotten close to Kommissar, their leader. It was her intel the agency was using to finally put a stop to the German group from smuggling drugs into the United States.
Chloe threw her notes, phone, and wallet into her backpack before walking out the door.
~~ My Spy ~~
"Chloe," Matt said as Chloe entered the briefing room. "Can I see you for a minute?"
"Sure," Chloe said and followed Matt back out into the hallway.
"I'm going to need you to sit this one out," Matt said.
"What? Why?"
"DSM came to the U.S. to take over a singing tour from the Barden Bellas," Matt said. "You could compromise the whole operation if any of the Bellas see you with any member of DSM."
"First, it's been almost three years," Chloe said. "The Bellas have forgotten all about me. And, look at me; I don't look the same as I did back then. They would hardly recognize me now."
"All the Bellas?" Matt asked.
"And, second," Chloe continued, ignoring Matt's comment referencing Beca. "There is no information that we have that would put the Bellas in any place at the same time as DSM."
"But there is a possibility that could happen," Matt countered.
"The smallest of slight possibilities, maybe," Chloe said, running a hand through her hair. "Uncle Matt, I already told you that Beca moved on a long time ago and so have I. I've put a year of my life into getting Kommissar to trust me. I can't let all that time have been for nothing. Are you willing to go back to square one on this? Because that is what will happen if I'm suddenly out of the picture. Kommissar is not stupid; she'll know something is up and we will lose whatever advantage we have to take them down."
"I guess you're right," Matt sighed. "Come on. Let's get this briefing started."
Chloe nodded and followed Matt back into the briefing room.
~~ My Spy ~~
After the briefing ended, Chloe walked with her partner, Jason, to the IT Services office.
"Yo, Blondie," Agent Marc Donaldson, laughingly called out as they entered. "I got something special for you today."
Chloe smiled as she made her way over to the table where Marc was standing.
"Let's see what you've got," Chloe said, looking at the various items on the table.
"Well, since Director Collins was concerned about the Bellas being around and recognizing you," Marc said, reaching for a pair of leather cuff-like bracelets. "I've come up with a few things that should help keep you from having your cover blown."
Chloe took one of the bracelets. She looked it over and then looked at Marc.
"What's so special about these?"
"They have a hidden wire in them," Marc said. "Virtually undetectable if you are searched."
"I helped come up with the bracelet idea," Jason said, taking the second bracelet and handing it to Chloe. "They serve two purposes. You can record conversations and also cover up your ladybug tattoo."
Chloe looked down at the tattoo Jason mentioned as if seeing it for the first time. Covering it up was for the best; all the Bellas knew about her tattoo and would surely recognize it if they saw it.
"Good idea," Chloe said, snapping the bracelets on her wrists. "What else you got?"
Marc picked up a pair of large sunglasses with very dark lenses. "These have a small camera built into the frames. We can watch everything you see in real-time and it will also record everything back to a link I'll send you to download on your laptop."
Chloe took the glasses and put them on. Marc turned and punched a few keys on his computer, positioning the monitor so Chloe and Jason could see. Chloe came into view, looking back at herself on the monitor.
"Look around so I can see if I need to adjust anything," Marc told Chloe.
Chloe looked around as Marc and Jason both watched the monitor.
"Perfect!" Marc said.
"Look at me," Jason told Chloe.
Chloe looked at him and he studied her face. He looked into the lenses and then smiled.
"They hide your baby blues, too," Jason said.
"That's even better," Marc said. "Gotta admit, Beale, your eyes are pretty unforgettable. Even with blond hair and that scar on your cheek, one look into your eyes by someone you know and your cover would definitely be blown."
Before Chloe could respond, Director Matt Collins walked in and walked over to stand next to Chloe and Jason.
Nothing was said and Chloe looked at her Uncle Matt; Matt looked back at her.
"Let me know as soon as you hear from Kommissar," Matt finally said.
Before Chloe could respond, one of her phones pinged with a text notification. Chloe pulled out the phone and read the message.
"Speak of the devil," Chloe said, looking from Matt to Jason. "It's Kommissar letting me know DSM is arriving in Atlanta later today and she's ready to talk about a large shipment if I'm still interested."
"Tell her you're definitely interested," Matt said. "And set up a time and place to meet."
Chloe did and waited for a reply, which came back almost immediately.
"She wants to meet tomorrow at the Metro Mall in downtown Atlanta," Chloe told Matt. "DSM has some kind of show there."
"Grab your go-packs and meet me at the hangar in thirty," Matt told Chloe and Jason.
"Yes, sir," Jason and Chloe said.
"Good luck," Marc called out as they headed for the door.
"Thanks, Donaldson," Chloe said and followed her Uncle Matt and Jason out of the room.
~~ My Spy ~~
As the jet made its way to Atlanta, Chloe and Jason were given a final briefing by Director Collins. Chloe tried to remain focused but kept slipping up and calling the Director, Uncle Matt. He didn't say anything but she knew she needed to be more careful when speaking with him, especially when other agents were around.
"I want you to be extra careful, Chloe," Matt said. "We have word that the Germans have shipped several cargo containers to the U.S. They are scheduled to arrive over the next few days at several different ports around the country. Atlanta is not a port area, which means they'll want you to travel elsewhere to get the shipment. We won't know which one of the shipments has the drugs in them until we know where they are sending you."
"That won't be a problem, Director," Chloe said. "I'll give them the standard I have to run it by my bosses schtick. That should appease them until we can make a plan to intercept the shipment."
"That's good," Matt said. "We'll need to know as soon as you are given the pickup location."
"I got this, boss," Chloe said, smiling.
~~ My Spy ~~
Chloe entered her Atlanta "apartment" and threw her bags on the sofa. She placed her briefing book and laptop on the coffee table and went to the kitchen. She checked the refrigerator and was not surprised to see it had been fully stocked. The agency always had "homes" for undercovers and made sure to make it look like someone lived there. This allowed the agent to plan meetings in their "homes" without raising any suspicions.
Chloe grabbed a bottle of water and made her way back to the living room, sitting on the sofa and opening the briefing book. She read through several of the notes she had made during the last interaction with Kommissar.
Kommissar and her DSM co-captain Pieter appear to be in a relationship
Kommissar and Pieter are not exclusive; they both have an eye for the ladies
Pieter may be the weak link we need to explore
Should check DSM's previous travels; may be able to work with another country to bring them down
Chloe pulled her laptop toward her and started searching DSM's website to find out where they had traveled in the last six months. She wasn't the least bit surprised to see they had been to almost every known drug exporting country in the world.
Chloe did some more research and found DSM's travels from three years back and was surprised to see they had been to Mexico on several occasions during the time Chloe had been undercover at Barden.
Chloe got excited because they have been trying to determine where in Mexico the drug pipeline had originated. Maybe she could get some information from Kommissar or Pieter to kill two birds with one stone - close down the Mexican pipeline once and for all and stop the Germans from smuggling drugs into the U.S.
Seeing the Mexican connection took Chloe back to her time at Barden, specifically to the day she lost Beca. She couldn't help the tears that stung her eyes as she remembered the look on Beca's face as she and the Bellas watched their professors and fellow students being arrested by Chloe and the other law enforcement agents.
Chloe scoffed when she thought of how Beca's father to this day was claiming his innocence. The evidence against him was more than overwhelming, and Chleo felt he deserved a much longer prison sentence than he received. Chloe had been made aware that the Prosecutors had tried to flip Mr. Mitchell, but he held fast to his claims of innocence. She couldn't blame him for that. If he told what he knew, he was admitting he was guilty and that wasn't something he was eager to do.
Chloe's mind wandered back to Beca. How was she handling her dad being in prison? Does she visit him? What does Beca's mother think of her ex-husband being involved in a drug ring? Did she know about his involvement? Was she involved as well?
Chloe shivered at the memory of her interaction with Beca's mother; that woman was one scary bitch.
Chloe pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, stopping when she landed on Beca's number.
"Beca is just an hour away from here," she thought. "I wonder if she'll want to meet so we can talk?"
"Forget it, Beale," Chloe mumbled aloud. "It's been three years; it's time to let it go."
Chloe threw her phone onto the table and went back to her briefing book.
~~ My Spy ~~
Memories of Beca kept bouncing around in Chloe's head. So much so that they invaded her dreams.
Chloe flopped back on the bed, laughing as Beca crawled her way up Chloe's body. Beca kissed every inch of Chloe's bare skin as she made her way up, finally landing on Chloe's lips. The kiss was full of passion and want.
"Ready for another round?" Beca asked in between kisses.
"I'm ready for round 3," Chloe responded, in between more kisses. "And round 4, and round 5,-"
"God, I love you," Beca whispered before fully capturing Chloe's lips.
Chloe woke up with a start. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her forearm.
"I should reach out to Beca," Chloe mumbled and reached for her phone. "Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll want to talk."
A/N: It's a little shorter than the previous chapters, but I needed to end it here so I can dive a bit deeper into things in the next chapter. I'm building up to something so stick with me for the ending. I think it will be worth it.
A/N 2: I had said I wasn't posting this week because of BeChloe Week but since I completed this chapter I thought I'd go ahead and post it today. The next chapter will be posted on Thursday next week and the following chapters on subsequent Thursdays.
