Count on Me

Chapter 1

Author's Note :

Hey yall, I hope you all enjoy this story, It is my first one I've written so go easy on me okay?

Enjoy! !!!!

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"WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR !!!!!!" he yelled at me in his thick russian accent, his breath fanning my face reeking of alcohol and garlic.

I spat at him, they would never make me talk. I've trained long and hard for times like these and I won't give in now.

He grabbed my dark hair in his rough hands ,and pulled on it, he pulled hard causing me to groan . I could feel the wrist bounds that tied me to the chair, slicing through my skin as he tipped the chair slightly backwards, his hand on the chair was the ony thing keeping me from falling 20 storeys to my death, as he leaned the chair out of the open window.

The adrenalin in my system spiked sky high, I could feel my heart slamming against my ribs. I wanted to escape, I really did, and I could , but I had to keep him talking I had to get the codes.

"I would hate to mess up this pretty face of yours. " he said his face still near mine. I worked hard to repress a gag from the stench of his breath.

"Flattery will get you nowhere. " I replied with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

He tipped the chair back to its former possition. I relaxed a little.

That was when his phone rang.

But I suppose you would want to know how I came to be in this possition. Well this is what happened...

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7 hour earlier...

"Target aquired. .." I said to the person on the other side of my earpiece.

"Good now get your sexy ass down there and seduce that son of a bitch, so we can call it a night. " my partner , Aaron's voice came through my earpiece.

He should really stop being so hasty when out in the field, well actually I'm in the field, he is just in the van outside being the obnoxious tech genius that he is.

But I love him ,we have been partnered together since we were recruted by MI6 four years ago, we were both orphans so we got along quite nicely.

Well, after the first few months he was jackass thinking he was better than everybody else, untill I kicked his butt in combat training. After that we were inceprable.

We even dated for a month about a year ago but, we soon realised that we were better off as just friends and being the most awesome team that existed in history.

"As much as I appreciate you calling my ass sexy. This is not something one can rush Aaron. Spying is an art, you're either good at it or you aren't, either way, to be good at it you have to have excellent timing, and not have your partner rushing you! " I fake yelled at him.

I wonder what people were thinking seeing me talking to myself, they probably thought I was crazy or schizophrenic or some thing.

"Al right fine..." he said and I could just imagine him throwing his hands up in defeat to my argument.

"You do look hot though. "

"I look like a slut or a prostitute. " I replied slightly pulling at he bottom of my extremely shiny, sequin dress, that barely covered anything, The dress just covered my ass, and I'm pretty sure by boobs were almost peeling out of the tight dress, whose neckline came way to low for my liking.