Monday, May 7, 2018

Bond and Co.

Ava climbed out of the back of the van, she quickly moved to the drivers seat. Frantically she started her car and drove to the meeting spot for her fellow agents. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she impatiently waited for Bond and Forty-Nine to arrive.

The communications agent tapped her fingers against the steering wheel as she looked out her mirrors. Eyes constantly moving in search of her charges. If they didn't arrive in ten minutes, she knew the rules with the agency. She did not want to leave the duo behind, as they were both two of the best agents within the agency.

The back door slid open. Ava snapped her head back to see Forty-Nine climb into the back. The bottom of her dress torn and caked with mud and dirt. Her high heels in her hand, which she promptly flung onto the floor.

"Forty-Nine, where the did the intel go wrong?" Ava demanded as she shifted the car from park to drive. Her foot slammed on the gas, as they van took off to head back to headquarters.

Agent Twelve met Forty-Nine's blue eyes in the rearview mirror. The anger in Ava's eyes was evident as she briefly sent Emma a glare over her shoulder.

Bond turned his head to see the guilt in Emma's face, as she looked down at her hands. The same hands that she nervously wrung in her lap to avoid meeting the gazes of Bond and Twelve. A frown marred the senior agent's lips as he began to wonder if Forty-Nine had kept things from him and Twelve.

"Emma," Ava growled frustrated at the lack of an answer from the Intelligence Agent. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles white as she moved the car onto a highway entrance.

"Emma," Bond quietly said. Worry lines creased his face.

The blonde agent sighed but said nothing. Instead, she turned her head to look out the window.

As the silence ensnared the trio, both Bond and Ava realized that Emma was hiding something. Something that had compromised the mission and potentially the agency. H would be hearing about this incident and demanding a review of their three combined files and missions.

Ava and Bond shared a concerned glance, as they approached HQ. Fear in their features as they prepared themselves for the worst case scenario.

-fin

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