"Lane 4"
"Lane 5"
"Lane 6 –that's ours." Emmett boomed. I walked in, and gave a stern nod to the hostess standing there. She followed behind us, and helped us in our private jet, she obviously work only for spies. Charlie's face appeared on the 48" inch screen right across from the sitting. The sitting was four white retro chairs, and in the middle was a table with four bottles of wine. The left of the chairs was an old fashioned green sofa, which went along with the outline on the ceiling, and the carpet.
There was fish tank in the back, and a stainless silver stairs that led upstairs too our private room. I knew this plane all too well. There are three different rooms upstairs. One bedroom with three queen size beds, a kitchen, and small game room
We sat down on the oval white chairs, and the hostess left.
"Good timing" Charlie said. I smiled.
"Alright I'm going to get to the point, so Emmett can start playing Guitar hero." Charlie joked, Emmett laughed and I just smiled. When I get in the spy mode I don't have any humor in me to laugh or anything.
"Your mission is to figure out why these three do what they do" There was a picture of well-built blonde guy, he did look threatening. The next picture was of a red headed woman, she had this fiery in her eyes. The next one was rather different he had long black hair braided; he had this concerned soft scary look in his features.
"The blond one is James Chance."
"The women is Victoria Stain"
"And the third one is Laurent Williams"
"This three have been hacking into government files, to find out about us. For some reason they want to get rid of us, and expose us as a huge threat to the world." Emmett and I stayed quiet, ready for him to continue.
"You'll go undercover as brother and sister…tourist of course; I have new identification for the both of you, and new weapons that is easy to carry." The hostess came back with a long rectangular black cart. She opened it up and pulled out a silver gun. It was small, and cute. It had a black lightning running in the center.
"This darling right here hold seven bullets, but hurts like crap" "Don't judge the baby by its size" Charlie finished.
"The next things are the rings" The hostess pulled out a metal box, with two silver rings with five diamonds on top; I took it from her hand inspected. I touched the diamond and brought it closer to my eyes. Not a real diamond I thought and pulled one out.
"Good eye Bella, there tracking sensors. I programmed your phones to track the diamonds down so if they do get out of your hands you'll know where to find them. But you have to be quick to stick this where they can't find it." Charlie said.
"Next we have, I'm sure you'll love this Bella, you used it in one too many battles, the lipstick." I smirked. I loved that gadget. The 'lipstick' is an ordinary looking lip stick that can burn any surface it touched.
I just open the pink top off and write on the wall with it, and the next thing you'll know the wall would start to smoke and burn down. I put it on my lips once of course, it killed a guy. I used one of the white strips they (spy center) told me to apply before I put it on, and I followed, then they said apply the lipstick over it, I did. It looked really like lipstick on my lips. When the guy came in for a kiss, poor guy died. He was just a major assassin, so I don't think I should say poor.
The white strips prevent the lipstick from activating unless it touched another surface, like another pair of lips without protection. And I don't mean lip balm as a protection. He gave us regular guns as well, the huge black ones that hold about ten bullets.
Charlie finished talking and the hostess handed me and Emmett a white file. We opened it to see more details about James, Victoria, and Laurent. Their last missions and the people they've been in contact with, and of course their location.
Emmett studied for a little while, why I checked all the status on the spy computer. It didn't say much about them. Charlie booked us a room in the same hotel they were staying in so it would be easy to keep an eye on them.
We arrived in New York little earlier than planned, but who cares as long as we were already here and not late. We settle in out suite, it was a normal suite with two twin beds, and stuff you know. We set up the laptop that had all the coordinates of the camera in the hotel. Each hallway, every entrance and outside - over the pool and balconies. It wouldn't be enough just to keep an eye on them, we would need to do that in person as well.
"Emmett I'll go for a walk around their suite, and after I come back we'll check out the bar not far" Emmett laughed at the stupid rhyme, and I pointed to the laptop with my index finger.
"Move one inch, and I'll toast ya" I threatened before walking out. I was in causal enough clothes to not get noticed or anything. Not look suspicious would be better description. I was wearing dark wash flare jeans, with red heels. Also a red halter top with a white belt at my waist line. In my pocket was the lipstick just in case, and a gun strapped to my stomach. I flipped my hair just to look little more…fitting. I head a white tote full of things I'll need, and I was sure I was going to need.
Just then the door to the suite that I was hoping would open opened. James Chance came out, and I smirked, but hid my victory once he looked at my direction. He closed the door to his room, room 2830, and walked towards me. I didn't meet his eyes but took out my phone. I dialed Emmett and waited for him to pick up. Just as planned he picked it up quickly.
"Hey Nancy" I played. Emmett laughed on the other line.
"Of course I'll love to go" I answered enthused,
"Yeah the bar is not far from here. I think it's called Romanza." I said all happy and giddy like a Barbie. The guy's lips twitched up.
"You sound like…those type of girls" Emmett said cracked up.
"Shame, who care if I don' have a date"
"Sounds like he's taking the bait" Emmett said
"Sure is, I think I'll wear the black dress." I answered Emmett, and then added little bit of my flavor. By this time James walking speed was low and very interested in my conversation. From the corner of my eyes I swear I saw his eyes roam my body, I looked at his direction and smiled shyly before walking little faster. Guys are idiots for shallow girls. I rolled my eyes.
"Bella I mean…Amy job is done?" Emmett asked amused. Stupid new identity. New names are rubbish.
"Yep Greg, see you in ten after I check him out little bit" I smirked.
"Be careful" Greg said before hanging up. I shook my head of all jokes, and got in business. I walked out of the building spotting him calling a taxi. I quickly committed the plate number in my head and called for a cab of my own. I threw a fifty in the passenger seat and said.
"Follow that taxi" I said. He looked at the money and nodded he did as I told him. I knew he would, I mean who turns down money? I pulled my hair up in a pony tail and took out box from my tote. I quickly took out the green contacts and placed the glass lens on my brown orbs. We were still following the taxi at a maximum speed, so I didn't need to worry. I took off my halter top and gave a guy a glare before he could say anything about the gun strapped to my stomach. I pulled out the belt that the gun was strapped to and pulled on a black tight fitting shirt.
I didn't need to change my jeans because they were already dark. I changed my heels to black heels, and took off any jewelry I had but kept the ring with the tracker diamond on.
I saw the taxi take a turn in an alley. I told the driver to stop before he turned, I didn't want to be obvious. Following can be nearly easy, but when the driver or the passenger gets suspicious of a car following its every turn, it kind of gets creepy.
I handed the guy another fifty.
"Say anything to anyone, and I swear the next day you won't live" I said menacingly to the driver. He visibly gulped and nodded stiffly and scared. I smirked. Good boy.
Once the taxi driver drove back I ran to the side of the alley; my body glued to the brick wall that led inside, and peeked in. I could see the rear lights of the taxi so I ran in the shadows of the building, just in case he decided to look in the rearview mirror. I followed the car till it came to a stop. I heard a gunshot and a glass break before I heard a scream. I knew exactly what happened. James got out of the backseat and opened up the driver's door. He looked around, and I gasped and hid behind the dumpsters. Disgusting. I thought of the smell around me.
James threw the body out and took the taxi. I sighed once he was gone, and went out to inspect the dead body. I looked over him and tested his breathing. It was shallow.
"Help me" He strain to see, barley keeping up with the pain of a bullet shot in the back of his head.
"What happened?" I asked in a whisper. I didn't want to touch him.
"He was talking about killing someone, and going to the bar or something. He killed me because I asked him if he was a criminal" You should've known better. I pitied the guy's fate.
"Can you tell me exactly what he said?" I asked.
"…" No answer. His eyes shut close, and his breathing stopped. Poor innocent fellow. I dialed Emmett and told him the situation, he said he was going to be over right away and take a look at the body, and send it to headquarters.
"Thanks Em," I hung up. I lost James already so; I guess I'll see him at bar tonight, maybe with his friends. I sighed and waited for Emmett to come and pick him up.
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