Agent 1 (Book 3)

9. Oh we didn't miss it

"Hayden."

"Last name?"

"Torrens."

Lily shakes her head. "Doesn't ring a bell." She mutters as she narrows her eyes at him. "Why do you look familiar?"

"Imagine him younger, slightly different looks, and a pissy attitude." Lydia tells her.

Lily lights up like a light bulb. "Cody! You're his older brother." She states.

I turn and glare at Lydia. "What?" She asks innocently. "She knew who I was describing right away."

I continue to glare at her and she just leans back against the wall, crossing her arms and her feet at the ankles. She gives me a similar look back. I hear footsteps approach and I send a silent prayer that it's just Sam returning and not anyone else at the moment.

My prayer is not answered.

"Thirteen I need-" Fifty-three's words die out in his throat as he takes in everyone else in the room, but mainly Lydia.

"Agent 13." I correct him, still not taking my eyes off Lydia. I'm grabbed roughly by the upper arm and pulled away.

"Forgive me, Agent 13."He practically spits out at me.

I decide to give in and allow him to drag me away without putting up much of fight. At this point he's so pissed off there should be steam coming out of his ears and an egg frying on his head.

I'd love to say the situation can't get any worse...until I see Henri.

There are no words to describe Henri when he's pissed off. He's like ten times worse than Fifty-three and that's usually without resorting to blows.

I'm ripped from Fifty-three's grasp and pulled behind Henri. I rub a hand over my face. There's literally no point in trying to get between these two. Believe me I've tried in the past and it only made things worse...a lot worse. It's better to just sit on the side lines and watch this unfold. Otherwise we'll be here even longer and taking one of them out of here on a stretcher.

I'm personally betting it'd be Fifty-three on the stretcher. But Henri doesn't need to know that.

"You keep your hands off her." Henri says in a scarily calm voice.

He's pissed. Fifty-three's screwed. And if Henri could control me I'd be grounded for life. Let's be thankful he can't.

Fifty-three makes the stupidest decision he could possibly make in this moment. He ignores Henri and tries speaking around him to me instead.

I should probably go get icepacks and a first aid kit before this really goes downhill.

"What were you thinking?" Fifty-three hisses at me and I just shrug and examine my nails.

"I wasn't." I reply simply.

Henri shoves Fifty-three forcefully back a few steps. Henri may be older than Fifty-three by a far bit, but he's no weakling.

"Do not speak to her either." Henri says. "Unless you want to be tossed out of this house and never be welcomed back."

By now everyone who was in the kitchen is now in the main room with us. Though they all keep a respectable distance away. All except Lydia.

"Do you want to pretend to be acquaintances for a just a minute?" She asks me as she walks up to stand on my side, eyes focused solely on Fifty-three and Henri.

"Not really." I respond honestly, turning my head to look at her. "But what did you have in mind?" I question, humoring her.

"A bet." She says simply, still eying them. She turns her gaze to meet mine.