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. : Chapter 13: Plans No One Likes : .

I had a plan. Or, more the beginnings of a plan that no one would like. I wasn't even particularly thrilled with my plan, but it was the best option I had.

There was a man, the biggest, nosiest, sexist, rat that has ever walked the earth, who also knows just about everything about everyone in the spy world. And if he didn't know, he could pretty much be guaranteed to find out.

He'd be locked up if it weren't for how useful he was. CIA had bought him and his Intel to stop any tit-bits about our agents getting out to other countries. But Wayne could usually be swayed away from this agreement with the right payment.

The point is that if anyone would know, or could find out about Adam, it would be Wayne. And as much as I found him annoying, he was well worth his weight in information. So I ran from my room into the bathroom and had a quick shower then darted back into my room.

I noticed distractedly that it was kind of disturbing referring to a room in Sam's house as mine. But I quickly disregarded the thought and got back to the urgent task at hand.

I texted him as I dried off and rummaged around in my bag for clothes to match our meet location and my cover. It didn't take him long to reply, as predicted.

'Well, well, Miss Hanson, what can I do for you?'

'Can we meet?' It was always better to do these things in person. I could get better control of the situation if I was there in person to…sway the terms. If only I'd thought to pack knives.

'When and where, darling?'

I rolled my eyes. Wayne would chase any member of the opposite sex and I, unfortunately, was no exception to this. Even though he was over twice my age and I had made it crystal clear that I was not, nor would I ever be, interested. But, he was easier to persuade if given the right kind of encouragement. 'Today, Seattle, AllStars club,'

A club was a good public place, it was loud and often packed but everyone was too busy with their own lives to notice anyone else's. 'I'll be there at four thirty, don't be late.'

I rolled my eyes again as I did up the clasp on my black bra. I was organising this, why on earth would I be late? 'You don't be late.'

I snapped the phone shut and dropped it on my bed as I continued getting ready. I'd have time to kill before I had to meet him, but I wanted to get away from here as soon as possible. I didn't want anyone to know and Leah would no doubt press to find out. I'd be home late again, but Ben would be in safe hands here, and everyone else would just have to deal.

I pulled on black stockings over black panties that matched the bra, not that anyone would be aware of this but anyway. I shimmied into a black leather skirt that was about three inches to short and pulled on a red silk top. It hugged my curves and dipped low down the front, and hung down far enough on my back to expose my tribal tattoo and part of the wings.

Inspecting my reflection in the mirror, I plastered a fake smile across my lips and applied eyeliner, mascara and blood red lipstick. I brushed my hair and pulled it over my shoulder, letting it hang there naturally. Grabbing the pair of black high heeled boots I slid them on and zipped them up. The tops came up almost to my knees, so they well and truly covered my leg wound.

I threw my phone into a black clasp purse and slid one of the handguns into my right boot top, then grabbed my favourite black leather jacket and pulled it on. I zipped it up and did one last sweep of the room to make sure I'd put everything incriminating away before I walked out.

My heels clacked as I strode down the stairs and drew all eyes to me as I came into view. Black stood straight as a board when he saw me, and my eyes were unwillingly drawn to him. He looked star struck, shell shocked, gob smacked...and every other phrase to describe shock.

"Evie…" He breathed, taking a step towards me.

"Wow…" Max mumbled then winced as Black snapped out of his stupor to march over and thump the back of his head. I rolled my eyes.

"What's the occasion?" Embry asked, also running his eyes over me.

I shrugged and went over to Ben who was being nursed by Leah as he flicked through a book. He looked up as I approached but frowned when he took note of how I was dressed. He'd been around spies long enough to know where we were leaving for spy-related-business.

"You said we were gonna do stuff today." He pouted sadly, not needing to ask. He knew I was going away.

"I know, sweetheart, but I have to go meet someone today. I'm so sorry, BB, I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?" I leaned down, making sure to bend my knees. This lot had seen enough of my thighs thank you. I kissed his cheek and left a red imprint of my lips there. "Can you stay with him, Leah?"

She was giving me a calculating look but sighed and nodded. "Where are you going and how long will you be gone."

"I'll be back tonight some time, don't wait up, it'll probably be late." I said apologetically, wincing and groaning internally as I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Why are you dressed like a hooker?" My sister squawked.

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and sighed. "I'm not dressed like a hooker, I'm going to meet someone, there's a difference." Give me a sec while I think of something else to describe this outfit as….

"You're planning to get laid obviously." She said disapprovingly.

"WHAT?" Sam and Black bellowed at the same time. Seth covered his ears and muttered a drawn out 'eeewww'. I didn't blame him.

"Cover your ears, Ben." I commanded and he did so with no hesitation. I rounded on Tashie. "Whether or not I screw someone is of no concern to you. But, if you must know my business, it won't be the person I'm meeting." I smiled evilly, deciding to distress her more. "But you never know, I might find someone else, it's never been hard in the past."

While Tasha puffed herself up to yell at me some more and Sam and Black looked ready to either explode from anger or faint. I walked right out of the house. I had a bad track record with…other male-related activities. After I recovered physically from the accident, I ran off the rails a little. When I mentioned clubs or having an interest in guys now it sent a lot of the people I knew into overreact-mode.

"Evie, wait!"

I groaned. "I'm gonna be late, I will be back." Did he ever give up? What was it gonna take to get it through his thick skull that I was not interested, and never would be?

The hot hand on my arm brought me to and abrupt stop and I was spun around so fast I lost my balance and would've fallen if he hadn't caught me. His face had the same tortured expression that made me wince. "Can you just spare me a couple of seconds, please? I know you hate me, and you don't want to speak to me, but please…I need…I just need…" He trailed off, lost for words to describe what he 'needed'. His dark eyes bore into mine, pleading with me to comply, to understand.

"Make it quick," What am I saying? Why am I giving into him! God, I've officially going insane. It was those goddamn eyes of his, I just knew it. They were so dark and gorgeous and what in the name of all things holy am I thinking? Insane. That's all, I've just gone insane. No need to panic…

"Who are you meeting, is it a guy? Are you dating him? Oh god, you love him don't you?"

"Shut up! What the hell are you going on about? Love? Get a grip, Jacob Black!" I yelped, yanking myself out of his scorching hold, that I could feel even through my jacket, and backed up to my car. He was seriously starting to freak me out. "It's none of your business who I'm meeting! Haven't I already stated, multiple times, that I'm not dating anyone? I don't love, not romantically. It's a useless emotion to me." If there was a wall nearby, I'd be banging my head against it right about now. Since when did I loose control of my tongue?

Jacob looked torn between being relieved and even more distressed. "Oh…I'm sorry…"

"If I hear you say sorry one more time I'm going to hit you. It's getting seriously annoying and it's totally wasted on me." I said and he looked hurt again. "I have to go."

"Where are you going, what time will you be home?"

"I'm going clubbing, make a note to tell Tasha that will you? Should freak her out some more. And I have no idea, look after Ben and I suppose I'll see your pain-in-the-arse self later then." I got in my baby and got the hell out of there.

The wheels spun and sent dust everywhere. I did like to make things more dramatic, made everything more interesting. And leaving behind a completely insane, kinda hot, and really confusing guy behind in a cloud of dust seemed like a good idea to me.

I sighed dejectedly. He was really starting to send me crazy, I mean, I wasn't very stable to begin with…but this is just ridicules. Who thinks this way? Me, apparently. I turned my focus onto the meet, anything else, I just had to get him out of my head!

As soon as Black left, however, Adam popped in. For the love of all things sweet, what is with me and guys? Why is it that I attract the crazy, heart breaking ones? I scowled at the road stretched out in front of me in frustration. I must be a magnet for them or something.

The more seconds that ticked by and the closer I got to Seattle, the more nervous I got. Nervous was a foreign feeling to me, I prided myself on being calm and confident…spy traits. But this, this was different and I wasn't in the mood to convince myself otherwise. What if Adam was here for me? What if he didn't know that he'd killed his child? The thought that guilt hadn't been plaguing him for all this time made me fume. Why was I the one left to suffer, when he was just as much to blame as I was? Why had he escaped my fate?

I don't know how lenient my agency was of murder. Actually I do, and the answer is we're not lenient. I've never killed someone I wasn't supposed to kill before, or not directly by my hand anyway. I know my boss has interest in Adam, and in the words of Marcus from Bad Boys, 'dead suspects can't say shit'. I doubt that Adam would be forth coming with information anyway, dead or alive. But I doubted my ability to not kill him even more.

My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white and I once again found my speed climbing. I decided it was a much better idea to calm down and get to Seattle in one piece.

I wasn't a murderer now. But that didn't mean I couldn't become one.

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When I finally arrived in the city I felt more relaxed. It was easier to hide in a place full of people, where you didn't recognise every other person who walked down the street. I still had plenty of time to kill so I explored a little. Mapped out the area around the club that hadn't opened yet, got something to eat, found a park and worked on preparing for the meet.

As the time finally came, I was relatively ready to face Wayne and handle whatever he could tell me. I strode into the club, which was about half full, with easy going confidence. Like I was just a girl coming for a night out, no problems no ties no secrets.

I ordered a drink from the bar and moved my way to an unoccupied booth and sipped it as I watched my surroundings. The alcohol burned my throat but it was a welcomed sensation. I just had to remember not to get too smashed.

The large clock above the bar said four forty two when a body slid into the seat opposite me. I raised my eyebrows at Wayne as he took a mouthful of his beer and watched me over the top of his glass.

"You're late." I said, monotone.

He grunted. "You're lucky I was in Portland and not across the country. I'm aloud to be a little late, kid." He looked like he always did. He was one of those people who never seems to change. His dirty orangey coloured hair was slicked back with to much gel, his face was red from to much sun, ironic if he'd been anywhere near Washington. His suit was neat, though the colours were horrible, dark blue jacket with vertical orange stripes and matching trousers and a lime green shirt with orange tie. No prizes for guessing his favourite colour.

"Now," He said, leaning forward on his elbows. "I hope whatever this is is worth me time, since ye dragged me away from me holiday time."

I scoffed quietly. "You never work. And when do I associate with you when it's not important?"

He gave me a smile, a creepy one that showed his yellowing teeth. "Ye don't know what you're missin', sweetheart."

"Oh, I think I'll survive."

He gave me a long look and we fell into silence as he stared at me. I tapped a fingernail on the table top in annoyance until he spoke. "I know what ye want to see me about," His voice was low and secretive. Not that anyone could have heard us over this music.

I raised my eyebrows and stopped tapping, trying to ignore the constricting in my chest as my heart beat a little faster. "Oh really?"

He nodded and took another mouthful of beer, something which I personally hated, and smirked at me. "An ol' friend arrived back in the states the other day, nice fellow, til he went a bit crackers. Your bosses are lookin' fer him, have been fer months now."

"Spit it out, what can you tell me?" I demanded in a snarl.

"Steady, pet, what do I get out of this? I'm sure you're not the only one after these juicy bits of information I've got." He gave me another of his creepy smiles and his eyes drifted to my chest.

I however, was not in the mood to even humour him. I slid my booted foot up the inside of one of his legs slowly, then slammed it in his crotch and smiled nastily as he gasped and let out a little squeak. "You tell me what you know, with not a word of a lie, and I let you keep your manhood. Sound fair?"

"Ye drive a hard bargain, missy." He whimpered, his face getting redder and a layer of sweat became visible across his forehead. I put a little more pressure on his privates and examined my fingernails uninterestedly. "Alright, alright!" Wayne wheezed. "I'll tell ye, just stop crushin' me balls, for the love of god!"

I released the pressure and fixed him with the dirtiest glare I could manage. "Well?"

He waved me off, catching his breath and running a handkerchief over his sweaty face. "You're a cruel little shit, ye know that? Everyone reckons you're a piece of work, Eva Hanson. No doubt you'll go a long way in this world…"

"I plan on it." I snapped, taking a moment to be pleased that I had a reputation. "But you won't go far if you don't stop dithering around!"

He nodded quickly. "I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya. Ye want to know about Adam Tyler, am I right?"

I glared.

"I'll take that as a yes…"

A/N: There we go, you finally have chapter 13! Am I up to that already? Sheeish. Lol. How was it? Just on a note, I have no idea about clubs in Seattle. AllStars just popped into my head when I was thinking about names and I just went 'might as well.' So yeah, lol.

Pretty please leave your thoughts! Next chapter shouldn't be to far away,

~Meg x x x