Undercover AgentMature

Maximus Wayde

I swerved around the corner of the street, pressing on the brakes hard as I came skidding to a stop in front of the supposed 'den'. Damn. That was going to have left marks. Sighing, I rested my back against the seat and stretched my arms, yawning involuntarily. I felt dead tired. I had had plenty hours of sleep and there was no reason for me to have droopy eyelids right now.

 Besides, I was actually looking forward to this action. It had been a long time since I'd gone undercover. The thrill of it all was enough to keep me up and jumping. Yet, I had a feeling of constant uneasiness about what I was going to get into. I just had this feeling that my 'partner' was hiding something from me. Something that could put me into unnecessary danger.

Yet pushing away those feelings, I got out of the car when I saw another car pull up just behind me. Looking through side mirror, I recognized everyone that got out of the car. It was the same people that I'd met at the cafe. Besides, I would recognize the man that had picked on my 'girlfriend' anywhere. They walked past my car, chattering among themselves rather quietly as they looked around suspiciously.

Anyone could just look at the group and figure for themselves that these were your everyday criminals. They were all out of place, just very odd looking. There were the bald ones, the tall ones, the extremely ‘dangerous’ looking ones. And all of them put together was just a huge arrow marking “BREAKERS OF THE LAW”.

But they were quite dumb as none of them seemed to have noticed my presence as I watched them furtively. Deciding to rat myself out, I got out of the car and slammed the door very loudly to get their attention. The youngest of them was the first to turn around, her baby eyes widening when she saw me.

“It’s him! From the café.”

Immediately, the others turned around as well, their eyes fixing upon me in cold stares. Two of the men pushed past every one else and walked swiftly towards me as if they wanted to kick my ass but I quickly put my hands up.

“I come in peace.”

The man closest to me was the burly one from before and he eyed me up and down, muttering something to his friend that I couldn’t quite catch. I gave them all a friendly smile and waited for them to relax but they didn’t. So I dropped my hands to my sides and waited for the questions.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“I work with another group. I was sent on a special…assignment, you could say, to meet you here. Apparently, our groups follow the same interests and we’re guessing your next visit to the bank would interfere with our own.”

Genius Max.

My story worked; I could see it on their faces. These people were too easy to trap and the fact that my explanation did suit with how I knew where they were was a reason for them to let me in. And that’s exactly what they did. Within minutes, I found myself following them into the den. Yet, there was a trouble maker among them who doubted me which of course brought about more questions.

“If what you’re saying is true, why were you at the café? That couldn’t have been just pure coincidence, right?”

"I was dropping in. I'd gotten a tip from someone that your group would be there at that time. And so you were."

"Then who was that girl with you?"

I paused but not with hesitation as I stopped and turned around to face the guy completely. He had a look of impatience on his face as one of his fat eyebrows was raised.

"My girlfriend of course," I said coolly.

"Oh yeah? Why is it that I don't believe you?"

"I've been with her for about half a year now. You have all the reason to trust me," I answered.

"Do I? Then have you slept with her?"

I closed my mouth and glared at him. This guy was twitching a nerve. "Not like it's any of your business but yes I have."

"There's no proof. No real evidence. So I'm afraid I won't be able to let you in." He stepped right in front of me, blocking my way as we were close to the main entrance. I tried not to let my anger show but I quickly said.

"I found a pregnancy test in her pyjama drawers."

Where the hell-?

The look on his face was of pure surprise but that seemed to shut him up as he gave me a stiff smile, and opened the door. Stepping in, I had a feeling that I should no longer be worried about getting myself in trouble here but with my soon-to-occur funeral back with Briony.

The End

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