No emotions. Do your mission. Don't look back.
After the sudden death of her partner and boyfriend, Sophia Montgomery makes the promise to never put work and love in the same equation again. Being an agent at the North Agency where she practically...
He must remember, too. And I hate myself for doing this. I shouldn't do that. I shouldn't remember the past.
Focus, Sophia. Ignore him and focus on the damn mission. That's all that matters.
Thankfully, Nova interrupts this moment.
"Let's go," she declares, glancing at me a long second before she smiles at Brandon.
News flash: we are still not best friends.
"Why do I feel like tonight is not going to end well?" Andrew mutters to my right, shaking his head.
"Thanks for the optimism." I sigh, before I narrow my eyes at him. "You won't do anything stupid, right? We're just here to watch."
He only rolls his eyes.
The target of the night: Charles Barton.
One of the names on the list. With our researches, we haven't found a lot. Male, thirty years old, and possibly a criminal.
We're all crouched on the ground, hidden from all eyes. The building in front of us is apparently what we need to watch. Charles Barton might be in there, but it's still possible he's not.
A few minutes pass. A woman enters the building, a man comes out. It takes another three minutes before we see another man walking out. I narrow my eyes, looking at his expensive suit, his dark skin...
"It's him," I declare as I watch the man walking towards a black car.
"How do you know?" Nova narrows her eyes at me.
"I just know," I reply, not looking in her direction.
And somehow, the man seems familiar.
"Okay, let's follow him," Brandon says, standing up from his hiding place.
Nova frowns, glancing at him. "But what if she's wrong?"
I grit my teeth. Not only she's talking as if I'm not just beside her, but she's saying that I'm wrong. I don't know what's worse.
"You can stay here and keep watching this building," I propose bitterly, standing up as well. "I'm going."
"I'll come with you," Brandon says, loading his gun.
Not a good idea.
But we don't have time for that. So I just start to walk away, not looking to see who's following me.
I climb in the car and when I look to my right, Brandon's in the passenger seat.
"Let's go," he declares calmly.
I sigh before I speak to Andrew through our earpieces. "Keep me updated. And keep an eye on her."
We can't fail this, tonight. We need answers. But knowing that Andrew is with Nova doesn't reassure me. Last time, he couldn't even stop her to do something stupid.
I follow the car at a respectable distance. Silence falls inside the vehicle, and I don't dare to glance at Brandon. He's the first one to say something.
I wish he didn't.
"Are you sure of yourself?" he asks, but somehow, there is no doubt in his voice, so I wonder why he bothers asking.
Nodding, I keep my eyes in front of me. "I am. If you didn't believe me, then why did you choose to come? You could have stayed with Nova and Andrew."
A few seconds pass before he answers.
"I want you to trust me, too."
His words shock me, but I keep a blank face and focus on the car ahead of us.
You shouldn't even trust me. Just like you shouldn't be alive, right now.
Blinking a few times, I try to relax my shoulders as the car in front of us comes to a stop. I park the car a bit farther to not be noticed and watch as the man climbs out of the black vehicle. My eyebrows furrow when I see him disappearing in a dark alley.
Great. A dark alley, again.
"What's going on?" I mutter under my breath, undoing my belt.
"I guess we're about to find out," Brandon says, glancing at me before he climbs out of the car.
We carefully get closer to where the man disappeared. The black car is already gone.
"We just saw a man that looks suspicious," Andrew's voice stops the both of us, and we wait for more. "We'll see what happens. Maybe it's him."
I glance at Brandon, and we both stare at each other for a few seconds before we make our way to the alley.
He grabs my arm before I can go farther, and we hide behind the wall. I take a careful look at the alley and I notice that the man is not alone. I try to see more of his face, but it's too dark. Shaking my head, I look at the other men that he's facing. All of them are wearing suits.
"You again," one of the men declares in a hard voice. "Why isn't the Master here, this time?"
Master.
"He trusts me enough to let me do the talking part. Plus, it's too risky for him to go out. For The Circle."
The Circle.
"And the Bird?" the man replies, raising an eyebrow.
The Bird.
"Yes. If the Bird sees him..."
I glance at Brandon. We finally get our answers. I knew it.
Something big is going on. And it all has to do with the list.
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