Get Your Spy On

Get Your Spy On Chapter 25

My target runs off, but I have better things to do now. “Ben, what happened?”

Ben looks at me, surprised. “You aren’t assigned.”

“Where are you shot?”

“I’m wearing a bullet proof vest, I’m okay.”

I sigh in relief. “Why are you here? Why are the secret agents here?”

“Why are you here?”

“Tell me why you’re here.”

“The Alpha’s here. The secret agents are trying to kill him.”

I smile at him, “Thank you. Now give me a gun. You need to get out of here. I’ll finish up.”

Before he could ask any more questions, I take his gun and hurry after my target. Out for the kill, a kill that’s not theirs to have. I hurry my pace, and as I round the corner, I see my target, a man, and a spy that I’ve seen a few times.

My target shoots the spy, and he falls to the ground. The man, who has to be a secret agent, sees me, and aims his gun. Now’s the time. I can’t let this go on any longer.

“Stop!”

At my voice, my target turns around and stares at me. Her black hair whips in her face, and a look of shock on her face. The man shoots at me, and I duck. I try to shoot at the man, but my target screams no.

She puts her body in front of the man. I feel pain hit my stomach. I have to do this, for her. I drop my gun in surrender. I see the fear lessen on her face, but she still stays in front of him, but not to protect him, to keep him from shooting me.

“It could only go on for so long,” I say, laughing. “Things were stacking up, especially in the past week. Here we are, you, me, him.”

I nod at the man. She doesn’t say anything. I shake my head, still laughing. “How can you still be playing dumb? I’m here right in front of your face, I know. Remember Paris? You refused to shoot me. I was confused, but then I realized something else later. Why me? Why only me? It didn’t add up. Come on, take the wig off.”

She doesn’t. I didn’t expect her to. I didn’t expect anything from her. “Are you going to let him shoot me? Am I nothing to you?”

This got her. “Of course I won’t let him shoot you!”

As if to prove a point, she takes the gun out of his hand, and drops it on the ground. He grunts angrily. She turns around and stares at him. “Go, I can take care of this.”

He looks at her, unsure. He does leave though, but not without taking his gun back. When he’s gone, she turns back around, and stares at me. “Why are you doing this?”