Agent Miller Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I woke up groggy and uncomfortable. the kitten was playing with my feet, pawing at it gently making me laugh softly. 

I sat up and picked the kitten up. It was deffinatly a girl, I made sure. I played with her for a few mintues and laughed when she almost rolled off onto the floor.

"Poor kitty!" I said and put her on the floor and went into the kitchen and filled a saucer of milk up. i wasn't hungry so i didn't get no food.

i left the kitchen door open so the cat could stay in or go out. i went up stairs and put on a hoodie and jeans, with my gun underneath. i went down stairs and the kitten a quick cuddle and walked out my front door. as i was locking it i saw i note. i froze before yanking it off and reading it.

Be careful. 

I'm watching you.

i swollowed noisily and schrunched it into a tight ball and threw it away. nothing. it was nothing. i walked to the CIA Base when i did the password again, said hello to john and went to speak to Davis.

"any news?" i asked.

he jumped, not having seen me appear so suddenly

"erm... on what?" he said, puzzled. i slapped him on the back and he winced.

"don't act it, Damon, you nitwit!" i said annoyed.

"oh, yea, we haven't found him yet."

"great!" i rubbed my temples. crap,crap,crap!!!

"you might want to talk to Stan." he said, rubbing his shoulder.

i shrugged, "sure." Stan was boss guy, in charge of this base. he sorted it all out.

i went into his office "whats up Stan?" Stan was huge, black short hair and grey eyes. he towered over me. intimidating - but not for me.

"we got you another mission." i sighed.

"sure, what is it?" he threw a folder that skidded towards me across the desk i slammed my hand down quickly, stopping it from sliding off the desk.

i opened it up. Jennifer smith, working on a project to kill our agents. karate, zansin, boxing - pips. tall, blonde, slim and blue eyes. She was trying to start something like a war between us and the eagles. the 'bad guys' very bad dudes. she was spreading dumb rumars.

"this is like kids stuff! what the hell stan!" i said loudly, annoyed.

"people are beliving what she says and she turning brother against brother, sister against sister, mother agains-" he said fowning, but calm.

"ok, ok, ok i gettit, jeez i'll sort her out." i interupted, sighing.

"good." he smiled.

" locataion? undercover? kill or live?" i said, almost bored.

"new jersey, we need you to be undercover, jorden can sort that out and we need her alive but if she kills any civilains or does something dangerous than you know how to deal with her. take a day or two off, relax. we'll get you when were ready, most likely monday." i nodded.

great, new jersey hadn't been there in like 5 years.

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