IM SO SORRY FOR THESE CHAPTERS BEING LATE IVE BEEN FLAT OUT TODAY AT SCHOOL.
"the house of a cartel lieutenant?" i asked alejandro.
"sí, sources tell me the VIP's of las almas will be here tonight." he nodded.
"what's the meet about?" graves asked from behind us.
"us, the city is burning and they wanna know who lit the match." he nodded.
"will sin nombre be there?" ghost asked.
"i don't know for certain, but this is our best shot at finding him." alejandro turned to face us.
"then we take it, i've got enough shadows to take over the country." graves agreed.
"we need sin nombre alive, don't forget." ghost added as we got into a circle.
"then we need to meet him." graves nodded.
"how?" soap questioned.
"give 'em what they want, intel and a pretty girl." graves looked down at me.
"well cover blown, thanks graves, absolutely not." i glared, taking my mask off.
alejandro knows i'm a woman now, thanks graves.
"a woman this high ranking in the army? that's new." he smirked,
"i'm not going in there, that's a horrible idea graves." i shook my head.
"we need someone, and they'll notice an american or a brit that's all muscle, throw you in a little dress and heels, they won't know. they'll probably mistake you for entertainment." graves smirked.
"absolutely not." ghost interrupted.
"i am the highest rank, i am in charge. she's going in." he ordered.
"i don't exactly have a sexy dress just and heels laying around." i shook my head.
"there's a big city 15 minutes away, we'll get you a dress." alejandro offered.
i thought for a moment.
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i was sitting in a dress, spaghetti strapped, black, and very, very short.
it was form fitting, deep cut v-neck, and showed off lots of boob.
it barely covered my ass.
i was wearing black heels too, pantyhose stockings and a few cheap silver-look rings/bracelets.
"you're on your own, we can't wire you without placing it in some kind of unholy crevice." graves explained.
i rolled my eyes.
"if you can hide a knife somewhere on your person that would be ideal." ghost said, handing me my tactical knife.
i pulled the neck of my dress out, tucking it under my breasts.
they all tried to look away.
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