I woke up to the sound of something smashing from downstairs. 

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and made my way to the kitchen, where Maximus was speedily picking up shards of what had once been a plate. When he saw me, he quickly dumped his handful of pot in the bin and gave me a guilty look.

"Maximus." I said. "Couldn't you have just had cereal?"

He shrugged, then frowned. "I thought we were friends now."

"We are."

"So why do you still call me Maximus?"

I grinned. "'Cause I'm used to it."

"Can you get un-used to it?"

"Nope," I laughed. "It's far too amusing."

He laughed as well. "You're so unprofessional."

I raised an eyebrow. "Boss would disagree."

At that moment, my phone buzzed in my pocket, so I answered it, and speak of the devil...

"Briony," it was Boss, naturally. "I need you to go down to your bank."

"My bank?"

"Yes! Yes, that one near you. It's been robbed, it's to do with your mission. Follow these instructions. Take your car, it's inconspicuous, and we don't want the gang knowing we're on their case just yet. When you get there, act as though you're just looking to withdraw some money. Get Max to search around for evidence. when you're done, there'll be someone from the forensics team outside waiting for you. Don't cause a fuss, I can trust you with this. You're a professional. Give the phone to Max."

I handed the mobile over, my smugness at the need to take the mini overriding the fact that I couldn't understand how Boss knew that Max was here. Still, he had ways. 

I went upstairs and grabbed my bag, which I liked to call my "inconspicuous bag" because it looked smaller than it was, and nobody would suspect anything suspicious being in it. I put in my purse and my iPod, and my mirror which I used for nothing else except looking behind me and around corners. I dressed in some jeans and a blue t-shirt, pulled a hoodie over it and went back downstairs. 

Maximus handed me my phone, and then stood behind me. 

He said, "A good way to carry this is to put the pistol end in your pocket," he shoved my gun into the front pocket of my jeans, with the handle sticking out at the top. The he stretched the bottom of my hoodie over it, and because it was loose the gun was completely concealed. "And then pull your jumper over the trigger bit, and that way no-one can tell it's there."

I turned around and looked up at him. "I'm not going to use it."

"I know," he smiled. "You're withdrawing money. The point is that if you do need to use it, when Boss gets the report that two armed officers are dealing with the situation, he'll be impressed."

"Oh. Thanks." I said. "That's very... professional of you."

"Why thank you." Maximus grinned and slung his backpack over his shoulder. hen he waited.


"It's your car. You wouldn't catch me dead driving it."

I beamed up at him. "I'm loving this mission."

"I only like it 'cause it hardly requires any effort."

Rolling my eyes, I unlocked the door and we set off for the bank.

The End

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