Trigger

Chapter Two

I took the pair of sunglasses and blinked, "Woah, this is high-tech. It does a quick scan of everyone in the room to check for weapons too?!"

He grinned, "I invented them. But they are connected to your thoughts. If you want a scan or check on anything, it'll automatically do it for you. It can also check through our data base." 

I blinked. This mission is going to be fun

"Is there anything it can't do?" I asked impressed. 

He smiled amused, "It can't shoot lasers. Yet." 

I laughed, tucking a gun in the waistband of my jeans and another one on the inside of my jacket. 

I kept the shades on, "I should go."

"Bye Agent Ross. Don't die." He advised in a warning tone. 

I smiled, "I'll do whatever it takes to complete my mission." 

Walking out, I remembered the faces of the men I was supposed to kill. What could they possible want that an eighteen year old superstar could want? I got on my motorcycle and sped out of there. Reports told me Justin would at Lunch with three adults and two children. A Pattie Mallette, a Jeremy Bieber, a Scooter Braun, and the kids were a Jazmyn and Jaxon bieber. They were in a restaurant in L.A., and as I pulled up towards the restaurant, there were tons of paps and a few Beliebers, girls waiting. I walked passed them, and once I got inside, the waitor eyed me. 

"Are you here to eat?" 

I nodded, "Yes sir." 

He nodded and led me to a table that was a bit farther from Justin's booth. 

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked taking out a notepad. 

I glanced at the waiter and my sunglasses did a weapon check. He was harmless. 

"Water." I replied, "Please." 

The waiter put down a menu and I looked around. My eyes immediately spotted Justin's waiter. His dark brown hair and shaved face didn't fool me. Andrew Richmond.  Glad to make your acquaintance at last. He looked around, and when hethought no one was looking, he took out a packet and ripped it open. He dusted it all over a plate of spaghetti, then walked over to Justin's table. i stood up immediately and began walking. As he put the plates down, I pretended to trip--taking the plate of Spaghetti with me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I apologized, "I didn't mean to, sorry. I just came to ask why there was a cockroach in my food. Has the health department cleared this place since it was last infested with bugs. You know, after they got that kid sick and he almost died?" 

Pattie, Jeremy, and Scooter, along with Justin all took the kids plates away before they could eat. 

"Let's go eat at McDonald's." Jeremy suggested. 

They walked away and Andrew was picking up the plate of spaghetti. He doesn't suspect anything. I smirked and followed them out. 

"Pattie Mallette, Ma'am, May I have a word with you?" I questioned in a polite tone. 

Justin and Scooter got into the car with the kids. 

"Whaever you want to say, you can say in from of him." She replied gesturing to Jeremy. 

I opened my leather jacket that held my C.I.A. badge, "That information is classified and only accessible to limited personal" 

They both looked shocked, but Pattie led me to an alley. 

"Who are you?" She asked turning towards me. 

"With all due respect, you need to listen to me. Don't let Jeremy say anything about me or my badge. I'm not supposed to be talking with you. Now listen closely to what I have to say. There are people after your son. What they want is unknown, but i'm here to protect him. I'm a C.I.A. agent. I will be following your son's every move. That waiter is one of three men after him. His spaghetti was poisoned. Repeat none of this to anyone. I'm telling you this because I need to know his schedule from day to day, and I'll need back stage passes to all his concerts." 

Pattie looked stressed and worried, "Yes, Yes, I can do that. What happens when they'll try to kill him?"

I started walking away, "It's my mission to protect your son. I'll die trying." 

I put my helmet on, when I got to my motorcycle, and I followed a few cars behind Justin's car. They pulled into a McDonald's drive thru, and I X-rayed the bag as it was passed through the window. I couldn't believe it. There was a bomb timed for Twenty seconds, and it was active. 

"Damn it." I growled. 

Can I never catch a break? I kick started the motorcycle turning the hands fiercely. I sped in between the window and Justin's car; grabbing the bag. What to do? I took my chance pressed down on the gas, turning the handles more. A few feet away, there was a Truck's ramp, the same kind of trucks that hold six cars at a time, except this one was empty, thankfully. I wheeled onto the ramp as the clock hit the five second countdown.

4

I sped up the ramp more. 

3

I tightened my grip on the bag. 

2

I threw the bag as high and as far as I could.

1

It blew up in the air, the backlash sent me and the motorcycle backwards. I grunted in pain as the motorcycle skidded across the pavement, and my shoulder hit the concrete. 

I took a deep breath.

That was too close.