bathroom with the same look of the kitchen featuring a deep set tub, double sink and shower with a steam feature.
I headed back out the living room and found my suitcase sitting next to the couch. I grab it and threw it onto my bed. I went back out to the living quickly found the standard bugs under the two side lamps and in the smoke detector. I went to the bedroom and grab the same bugs from under the lamps and from behind the light switch by the closet. I head to the kitchen looking for any planted bugs and after a while found them underneath the faceplates in the coffee maker, microwave, and under the fridge. I grab a trash bag from underneath the sink, throw the bugs in it and toss it down the trash shoot.
I head to bedroom and withdraw two phones from a discreet pocket in my suitcase. I tune the first phones radio to 90.5 and head out to the patio carrying both of them. As soon as I sit down my phone rings.
“Hello? Yes. Yes Sir. Yes Sir they have. Yes they want me to stay until they get a yes. Yes sir. Yes I understand. I will be ready. Yes sir. Goodbye Sir.”
I head back inside, and tuck the phones back into a concealed pouch in the bottom of my bag. I tuck the bag in the corner of my room and covered it with a blanket. Just as I flop onto my bed I hear a knock at the door.
Strange. Maria wasn’t supposed to come back for me until tomorrow. I know my cover hasn’t been blown, if it was they would have just knock on my door. They would have broken it down.
I head to the door but before opening it I peer through the peephole to see who it is. Instead of Maria, it is a young gentlemen who is dressed in the nines from head to toe. Black suit with a white shirt, black tie. Typical government issued uniform.
“Yes, can I help you?” I asked before opening the door.
“Hello, yes ma’am. My name is Agent Rickson. Maria has asked that I escort you to her office.”
“I’m not due to meet her until tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, she is aware of that. Still Maria asks that you do come. She says it is urgent”
Reluctantly I unbolt all of the locks and give Agent Rickson a quick smile.
“Let me just grab my sweater. Unless this is a formal meeting?”
“No ma’am. The sweater will do just fine.”
I grab my sweater off of the couch and follow Agent Rickson down the hall after locking the door behind me.
As we make it down the hall Rickson gives the guard in the hall a nod and continues down towards the elevator. We wait in silence and I turn my eyes from him onto the number system that informs you where the elevator is.
Before the elevator dings open I start walking towards to gain as much distance as possible.
“Which level is her office on?”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.” Rickson snapped sternly
Well that’s rude.
Agent Rickson punch the number 5 and stood away from me on the other side of the elevator. Thankfully we were only going down two floors so it wasn’t one of those awkward rides. The doors opened up revealing another pure white reception area with not one thing of color.
“I guess the director hasn’t chosen a color theme for this area as well?”
“Thanks correct.”
So much for small talk. Agent Rickson leads me down the closet hall on the left and stops at a door marked, ‘Closet’.
“Her office in in a closet?” I questioned?
“Not exactly. Follow me please.” Rickson asked.
Agent Rickson punched in a key on the number pad and after a second or two the door beeped open.
“Hurry please. Before someone sees us.” Rickson beckoned.
“What?”
Before I could move Rickson pushed me inside just as we heard footsteps rounding the corner. Inside the closet it wasn’t a closet at all but another elevator.
“What is this? Why is Maria’s office hidden? Yet the Directors is not. This makes absolutely no sense.”
“It does make perfect sense, in a world where we have to hide inside the CIA. Jennifer Grays. It is truly a pleasure to meet you. Sorry about all the sternness back there but we all have our parts to play. My real name is Mitchell Thains. I’ve been undercover here for about four years. It’s my job to help you with yours.”
I knew we had resources but did not realize I was not a solo job. I need to test this guy before I can trust him.
“What do you mean you are here to help me with my job? I’m not on a job. I here for protocol reason in the reason of the incident in Germany.”
Mitchell hits a combinatio0n of numbers on the elevator keypad and we start moving down.
“I am also employed with AACO. I know you are here to assassinate the Director of the CIA because of his ties to terrorist that have been planning on bombing the states. I am also aware of the fact you have to convince them that you are nothing but a tourist that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. That and the fact that your AACO code name is Red Wing. You are also the granddaughter of the founder of AACO. AACO, the Assassins against corrupted organizations was renamed in 1952 because of one Mr. Jimmy Station, who blew cover and exposed us. I know we went underground for twenty five years until it was safe to resurface. Oh and you have a cat named Billy.”
“…..How do you know my cats’ name?”
“Simple. Internet.”
“Ah, yes well that would make sense. What part does Maria play in all of this? What part are you playing in this?”
“Me? I’m simply here to make sure no one gets wise to what you are up. If my cover if blown then it’s just up to Maria to watch out for you. Maria’s part here is your handler, she will take care of all the jobs you get assigned to and that they get completed without any deaths on our side.”
“When I took this assignment I was told that it would be a solo mission. No help on either side.”
“It started the way but while you will held captive in Germany, we got some information for a confidential source that the Director was planning jobs from with his coordinators. Seeing how Maria and I were already on the inside for years and had the trust from the previous director and the current one. We were perfect candidates for the job.”
The elevator reached the bottom and opened up to an empty room with hardwood floors and dark gray painted walls.
“So no color down here either huh?”
“Ha-ha just this area down here. The rest of the facility is pretty awesome. If I do say so myself.”
“I’ll take your word for it. If it isn’t…I’ll kill you, and you know I can without you knowing where the hot came from.”
“I will take your word on it Jen.” Mitchell said with an unnerving laugh.
“I’m just kidding.” I said with a light punch to his shoulders.
“I know.” He responded in a chuckle.
Mitchell walked to the far wall and pushed on a small section that opened up the wall on the right, revealing a set of stairs going down.
“How did you guys build this without being seen??”
“Why do you think I’ve been here for four years? We have had multiple people here that have put in time to complete this. It has been completed for a couple of months now.”
“Looks good.”
We make our way down the stairs that lead into a reception area with a couple of chairs and couches. There is one girl sitting at the desk typing away. She waves us into the office behind her without glancing up from the screen. We enter the office that is decorated in a glam rock style. Sitting behind a desk at the back of the room is Maria chatting away on the phone.
“I’ve got to go I will call you back.” Maria said quickly. “Jennifer! Glad to see you. You are probably a bit confused.”
“No, No I’m all caught up to speed thanks to Mitchell here.” I said gesturing to him.
“Good I’m glad. Now. For your first assignment.”
I took a seat next to her desk and prepared myself for the next step in what will begin my real assignment. Assassinating the Director of the CIA.
> End of Part One.
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