The Mission of a Lifetime

Two: Lucky Kicks

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                    One month earlier:

My dress swished as my feet carried me through the jumble of people. My white heels clicked against the hard concrete. I felt my breath beginning to shorten, and heard the crude screaming of the people, the annoyed comments of by passers. I looked behind my shoulders and turned a corner heading toward my black Volvo. I ducked as I heard a knife whipping through the air. I stopped and stood up, turning around. I took big breaths and faced the man with the scarred face. His muscles were bulging and intimidating, screaming for me to just try. I slowly reached my hand in my hair for the two knives. He moved closer pointing a small gun at my forehead. I twirled around and threw the knife, hitting the man square in the chest. He fell with a quiet thud. I spun on my heel and ran the rest of the way to my car.

I didn't bother to look around the corner before passing by it. I big hand hit me square on in the jaw. I grunted and backed up a bit. I turned just in time to dodge another hit. I threw out my hand and lashed out at his face. He stumbled a bit; I threw up my leg and kicked the left side of his face, causing him to fall unconscious."Lucky kicks," I opened my car door and started my engine, backing up and driving past the speed limit.

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Present Day:

I shifted uncomfortably in the trunk.

I felt the hot breath of the stranger I had only met ten minutes ago breathing down my neck. I took deep breaths, trying to get as much air as possibly in the crammed area. I felt myself starting to panic; I didn't have my inhaler medication on me, and I wasn't going to be able to use it for 2 hours. I I wondered what the man next to me was thinking. I wondered if he was use to this kind of thing: sitting in a trunk with a British spy. I sighed. 

"Enjoying this?"

I rolled my eyes, "Very much actually. Mind scooting over a bit?"

"I'm Agent Charlie Barton."

"Agent Corey Smith."

We sat there the rest of the way in silence. Being enclosed in such a small space with an almost complete stranger was uncomfortable. I felt the car stop, finally. I sat there, waiting for the trunk to open to strike. I felt the excitement bubbling up inside me during any mission. The footsteps outside were growing closer. My eyes were exposed to bright sunlight. I swung my legs out, and brought them up to the drivers face, knocking him unconscious. I stood up and pushed the red strands of hair out of my face. I looked around at the private area. I looked at the beautiful jet sitting next to the car. Wow. For international criminals, they sure do have nice taste.

"Lucky kick."

I looked at the tall man next to me. I grimaced. "Let's go." I led the way toward the back door of the jet. I jumped at the feel of two hands on each side of my hip. I turned my head to the side.

"Do you want me to help you up there, or not?" 

I could almost hear the smile in his voice. I opened the door and climbed in. I reached out my hand, helping Barton up. We both stood there and looked around.  Wow. I didn't even know where to begin to start. The room was filled with hundreds of bags. Maybe even millions.

"This should be fun."