Chapter 3

   The boss man called me up to his office the minute I walked back into my room after training.

   That's exactly where I'm headed to now. The elevator opens up into the familiar office. I walk inside and take my regular seat in the recliner. My arms cross over my chest and I get comfortable. 

   "I just wanted to give you all the files you'd need for your next mission, please take them and update Agent Hutson as well." I stand up from my comfortable sit and take the files from him. I turn around and begin leaving the elevator when his voice stops me in my tracks.

  "Keep in mind you and Joshua are partners. You need to have each others backs Keira or you know what'll happen." I don't bother to reply and I step inside the elevator going back down.

   I step outside the elevator and scream with frustration. I hate this place sometimes, I hate that I have so much to lose. I slam my fist into the drywall at the right of the elevator. A small hole is left in the place my hand once was.

  "Damn, I wouldn't wanna be hit by you." I turn my head around and come face to face with none other then my partner himself.

  "You have been hit by me, and you whined like a baby." He rolls his eyes and takes the files from my hand.

"So this is everything we need to know?"

  "Yeah, care to take a look at them at my place." He nods and follows me up the elevator to my room. We walk in and sit in the living room, I leave and grab my computer.

  "So I was thinking that we could go undercover and set up a sale with him, pick some random information he has up on his site and get him interested enough to set up a meeting with us."

  "That's actually a good idea Hutson."

"Hey, don't sound so surprised. I can have great ideas too."

  I roll my eyes and turn my computer on. I type in the website shown in the files and find his page.

   "Okay it says here he's selling confidential CIA agent information." I click on the private message and type in a response.

  Interested in the CIA Info , can we talk?

The reply comes quickly.

Not on here. Text me 780-324-7890

I quickly punch the number into my phone and send of a text.

  Meet somewhere?

Yes , warehouse two miles out of the city

What time

9:00 pm

Deal, see you then

"Okay , we have a meeting time so we'll just have to get prepared for that."

  "Prepared how josh, we just have to show up and one of us has to hide. Well ambush him."

"I have a better idea, do you own a dress?"

  "What? What would I need a dress for."

"Do you own one or not."

"Well yeah one dress, it's a tight maroon one I bought for a banquet last year."

"I remember that one, it'll do."

"What are we gonna do, seduce him?"

"Yes ma'am that's exactly what we're gonna do." Josh gets up and walks into my bedroom. I follow after him and watch him pick through my closet to find the dress.

  "You'll need a good bra too, not the sports bras you always wear. You have good boobs don't hide them." I punch him in the arm, hard.

  "I'm gonna do that every time you're an ass."

"Just shut up and listen." I walk over to my underwear drawer and pull out the only good bra I have. He finds the maroon dress in the back of my closet and I take the bra and the dress into the bathroom to change.

  I pull the dress on and stare at myself in the mirror, it really does look nice on me, especially with a good bra.

  I walk out and josh eyes me from top to bottom, grinning approvingly.

"Damn Michaels, if i didn't find you so disgusting I definitely wouldn't find you disgusting."

  "That made absolutely no sense, you are a moron." 

  "A moron with good ideas." I roll my eyes and try to find shoes to go with the dress. Obviously he's not going to let me wear the normal black boots I wear every day. Combat boots definitely won't look good with this dress.

  I slip on the only heels I have and they thankfully match this damn dress.

  "Alright let's go meet our target.” Josh stares at me with wide eyes unmoving. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. I roll my eyes and toss the closest object to me at his head. The small book collided into his forehead , thanks to my impeccable aim, and he snaps out of his idiotic reverie.

“What the fuck was that for Keira?”

“You, yah moron. Don’t stare at me like that. We have a job to do.”

“Ugh sometimes, you’re all work and no play.” He gets up shaking his head and follows me out the door of my apartment.

“Let’s get this fucker.”

“Not fair that you get the cool exit line now, thanks a lot.”

He chuckles and we spend the rest of the walk to his car in silence. Something doesn’t quite feel right about this mission. I push those feelings aside and get ready.

**

  I stand outside this damn warehouse freezing my tits off waiting for this damn idiot to get here.

  Just as I'm about to get pissed a black sedan pulls up beside me. The window rolls down and a man sitting in the drivers seat looks me up and down.

  "Get in." I nod and walk around the front of the car and climb in the passenger side. He puts the sedan in drive and pulls around to the back of the warehouse. He stops the vehicle and cuts the engine.

  I turn and face him and he looks at my face, first with confusion and then with shock.

  "You look just like her." I furrow my brows.

  "Like who?"

"Your mother."