With a Pull of a Trigger

Chapter Fourteen

Puzzled, she mentally shook her head and shrugged. Whatever Samuel’s problem was, he could deal with it. She wanted so badly not to care anymore, and at that moment, she knew she had to start stopping herself from caring.

It was a cruel oxymoron, yes, but it was absolutely necessary. She didn’t want to get hurt again.

As they settled down, Amrie cleared her throat to get their attention. The room quieted down, their attention at the person seated at the head of the table.

“Good morning agents,” she said, nodding at each of them. “First of all, I have to welcome Misters Milton, Vesper, and Thornton, as well as Miss Willis, to the team. Welcome to the CIA, and welcome to Cell twelve.”

Reini, Charles, Eena, and Greg all clapped politely, stopping after a few seconds have passed.

“And now, the matter at hand,” said Amrie, the casualty gone. She took the remote on the table and pressed a button, directing it at the screen. “There’s a party tomorrow evening in Lisbon, the birthday party of Miss Tanya Gray, a friend of The Alliance.”

Amrie pressed the button on the remote once more, and a picture of a tall woman with waist-length black hair, gray eyes, and luscious red lips appeared.

“Very rich, very powerful,” said Amrie, gesturing towards the picture, “she has a team of chemists meticulously chosen. She had hand-picked the best and formed a team specifically for the sole purpose of creating what she wants. What she wants, she gets, and this year, she wants The Alliance’s list of plans.”

A click.

“That is Gaspar Weiss,” said Amrie, referring to the picture shown. It was a picture of a man of slight muscular build, warm chocolate eyes, and dark brown—almost black—hair. “He was the one tasked by The Alliance to be at Miss Gray’s birthday. In return, they would get a small vial of toxin specifically engineered by Gray’s team of chemists. Our mission is to feed Miss Gray false information and grab the vial of toxin.”

“How important is the toxin?” asked Greg.

Amrie shook her head slowly. “I cannot stress enough how important it is that we get this vial. A single drop released into a company’s pipeline would kill the people in it once they get as much as a single drop down their throat. We all know that once The Alliance grabs hold of that vial, they’ll use it on us. We can’t let that happen. At the moment, there is only one small vial of antidote for that specific poison, and that is part of the things Miss Gray would give us.”

Greg nodded, determined.

“Now, Mister Weiss was abducted by some of our lovely agents in Spain, and they have already grabbed the list of plans. Charles here,” said Amrie, gesturing to the man seated at her left side, “has made a new list of plans. Miss Gray hasn’t seen a picture of Mister Weiss because it was supposed to be e-mailed to her when Weiss was in Spain. All she knows at the moment is that Mister Weiss has brown eyes and brown hair.”

“The problem is that Greg’s the only male Cell Twelve agent and he’s blond,” Reini blurted out.

Amrie nodded. “Correct.”

“I can dye my hair,” said Greg, shrugging.

Eena cringed. “No. God, no.”

Tiffany chuckled, and Reini smiled at her. Reini felt bad, really, because Tiffany honestly had no chance in hell with Greg. It wasn’t something she could just tell Tiffany, though.

“I would though,” said Greg, trying to convince Eena, “if it’s important and if it’s for a mission, I will.”

Amrie shook her head. “You’ve already been assigned to a mission concerning Miss Gray once, Greg. I won’t risk it.”