A shot was heard
In a flash all of us had Timothy tackled to the ground as he screamed from the sudden action
With my heart throbbing loudly against my chest I roam my eyes on high alert trying to find who shot and who's shot with my own gun raised
"DST#1 and 4 get Timothy inside the damn car! Move! move! move!" I ordered the men
Defense and Security Team (DST)
I knew taking this little brat out was a bad idea
Secret Service Agent Kurt seconded loudly next to me getting the team to pull Timothy hurriedly towards the one of the many black heavily tinted and bulletproof cars as we made sure he wasn't shot
Thankfully no one was shot
Gritting my teeth I pushed Timothy rather harshly inside the one of the many SUV's all heavily tinted, bulletproofed and secured
We started to drive off with a total of 12 more similar SUV's leading, following and around us while the other agents blending on the traffic with different kinds of cars to keep a low profile just in case
"The gunshot was intentional but none got hit, they're playing with us" Lance spat from his seat on the passenger seat equally riled up as me and the other 5 Secret Service agents with us
"Inspect and secure that goddamn area RIT's, capture the threat and try not to terminate the fucker unless necessary" I hissed to my earpiece as agent Carson inspects on Timothy for any signs of gunshots, checking his blood type and heartbeat for any panic attacks
Reasearch Investigation Team (RIT)
"Im fine" Timothy grumbled in discomfort gently prying the hands of the agents away from him halting their inspection "where are we going?" He asked me slightly out of breath from across me
I stare at him not wanting to lash out on him as I was cut from the thoughts running through my mind
That was a close call... the shot was made from a birds eyeview which obviously was made by a sniper rifle
But the shot had not meet its target—no more like it was made purposefuly to not embed it on the target.
"The executive mansion sir, its much safer for you there" Agent Hendrix's slight scottish accent answered for me in his usual blank tone and expression as he kept his eyes on the road
I nodded and looked away from Timothy and into my phone a message from Sasha saying she had already hacked through the Security surveillance both inside and outside perimeters of the Mall before I could even dial her number
Sighing I willed myself to relax as Lance converse to someone on his phone
Fiddling with my hearing aids I ignore the tense and guarded tension of the atmosphere
My lip twitch in an amused smile when Timothy ripped his still miraculously attached mustache wincing and yelping as he manage to do so
"Am not wearing that hideous shit again"
He's taking this more lightly than I thought he would
I heard agent Carson snort followed by agent Hendrix and the other agents chuckles effectively easing up the tensed air
"Pardon me sir but you didn't even have to wear a disguise—" Agent Carson stated trying not to laugh
Timothy turned to me with an accusing glare "I knew you just wanted to make a fool out of my—"
"Questioning my authority as a special agent incharge on my precautions and safety measures to reduce the possible risks that may happen towards my client aren't you now Secret Service Agent Carson?" I raised an eyebrow at her as almost all of them tensed at my words not wanting to intervene even Timothy shut his trap
"Zaia.." Lance sighed quietly in exasperation
"O-Of course not, agent Mak—" she stammered
"Don't be so tense agent" I stated cooly interrupting her "otherwise I might just think you're lying to my face" I fold my legs and stare straight through her brown eyes
Clearihg her throat sodtly she gulped before, stating in a more collected tone "I sincerely apologize agent Maksimov, questioning your authority was never my intention."
I nod at her uninterested before Lance shoved a phone up to ny face
"You insolent. what now?" I glowered lowly at unaware of the phone now on my hand "you're so gonna get it now you stronzo-"(asshole)
"Is that how you greet your director Special Agent Maksimov."
A booming deep calmly taunting voice came from my phone and all of us tensed once more
Scrambling to put it off speaker I felt a sweat rolling down my temple
Infront of me I heard Lance snort out a slightly nervous and smug chortle
Setting him a dark look I note to myself to throttle him later as I put the phone on my ear looking away
"Uh— pa—sir..." I trailed off lightening my voice in a sweet tone
"Right, let's just pretend you had not just cursed while I'm on the phone 14 seconds ago—"
"It was because of Lanc—" I tried to reason
Wrong move buddy
"Do not interrupt me agent Lilliana Zaiarhys Dawn Marie Maksimov" he warned making me cringe at being called by my full name
"Yes yes sir, Apologies" I sighed calmly trying hard to act proffesional
My eyes snap to Timothy as he tried to hide his snicker as if admiring the mustache while describing it to Agent Hendrix who just kept nodding unsurely
Glaring at the side of his face I pinch the bridge of my nose at his stupidity
"I had been notified at what happened, are yo—"
"Sir Anderson is fine sir, it was a sniper gunshot by either possible threat or a prankster from personall affairs regarding the big status Anderson upholds and some of the Secret Service group has stayed at the mall investigating further and to track down the culprit as we speak, and we are on our way no—"
"Lia." He groaned through the line exasperated
"Yes?" I bite my lip waiting for the storm
"I was trying to ask if you're alright little flease..." he sighed
Despite my shock at the sudden concern on his voice I groaned at the nickname he gave me ever since my first halloween when I was a atleast 4 years old where I wore a ladybug costume and my father mistook it stating it looked a flease, I look like a flease
How rare to hear him call me that...
"I'm fine sir" I whined slightly, the embarassment of him calling me a flease my lip quirked up in a small smile with a slite cringe
"Of course you are, you're my daughter a Maksimov for that matter" he boasted pride lacing hid voice making ne roll my eyes my lips pursing "Vien kept whining about how much he misses you already" he groaned
"Oh yeah?" I asked imagining his cute pout and misty eyes "can I talk to him?"
"Lia... you know how upset he was when you left" he sighed
"I know p—sir ... I just— nevermind" I pinch the bridge of my nose and look out the window as I start counting houses with white exterior to distract myself
I kept forgetting the fact that I should not call him anything but boss or sir in public to act proffesional infront of other agents and high officials
He just doesn't sit well with thinking of him being biased considering that I'm his daughter and all
"Maybe later... we're still at the event and his performance isn't done yet, I don't want him to cause a scene atleast after the event perhaps" he said in a defeated tone
When I left to go undercover for this mission just last week, Xavien my little brother didn't handle it too well ever since. Mama and papa kept informing me how he'd get more silent than usual and when I face timed him just the night after I left he cried and when I called the day after he cried once more its like everytime he see or talk to me he always ends up crying so I decided to just text him not being able to handle to hear and see him cry because of me
"I understand.." I gave a small sad smile biting my bottom lip and clear my throat softly "why did you call on Lance's pho—"
"Why is there a problem on trying to check in on your missions?" He asked sternly
I banged my forehead on the window lightly and exhaled through my mouth
"Pardon, I was just confused as to why you would call on Lance's phone if you wanted to check on our mission instead of calling me since it is practically my mission in the first place" I stated calmly and fish out my phone from my pocket
"Did you really think I didn't tried dialing your useless phone for about 13 missed calls agent?" He grumbled just as I turn on my phone that started bombarding my lockscreen with notifications making
Biting my lip I frowned at the number of missed calls
⚠️Papa⚠️
16 missed calls
"Sir its 16 missed calls" I corrected before cursing internally right after it left my mouth
"Oh isn't that right?"
I put the phone away from my ears when my father started scolding me loudly through the phone
Once I saw the mansion and agents outside swarming every corner and at the entrance relief washed through me
Going back to my phone my eye twitch at his loud voice
"—why even buy a damn phone if you won't bother answering even a single goddamn call?!"
Biting my lip we drove inside the mansion as Agent Sanders informed our arrival to one of the agents by the gate entrance
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to ignore your calls—"
"Damn right you should—"
"Papa" I groaned quietly "I gotta go now we've arrived at the presidential mansion and was about to get Timothy inside, see you soon"
He sighed once more "Good luck agent."
"Yes yes" I chew on my lip unable to look at Lance who eyed me in understanding instead of pity which I know is hidden behind those blue orbs of his yet I appreciate his efforts on trying not to make my situation worse "see you papa, let mama and maybe Vien know I said hi"
"I will" with that he hung up
Tossing Lance's phone to him over the car I walk along side Timothy ignoring him completely
"So you do have emotions, thought you we're an alien with those constant glares and blank face you always seem to wear everytime or was it just with me?" Timothy nudge my elbow as he whispered lowly
"You realized that just now?" I raised an eyebrow without glancing at him as we continued to talk
"Why don't you try smiling?" He asked all of a sudden my eyes rolling in irritation "I'm sure as hell I saw you smile at the car while on the phone"
Shrugging I opened the door to the Presidents meeting room for him
"I do... just not when you're around"