Safety Net

Luckily, Agent Dagger only got around to opening and downloading one file before the incident occurred. Regrettably however, he opened a file with information about one of my beloved pawns.

Pawns, I have many but I don't hold them to the same sacrificial standard as I should have. This pawn happens to be one of my favorites.

I've only been getting his voice box so I know his phone is turned off. So I decide to do something other than sulk. I throw my antique chair that I bought on auction for $40,000 at my office door. As the chair broke against the heavy oak office door, I remain standing.

The most important fact I can grasp for the moment is that none of my sacrificial pawns have never met me. They weren't high enough in the food chain to do so. Which is why I ignore the broken priceless chair and open my supply closet near my office door. Which has a foldable metal chair for such occasions as this.

I do this so I can sit in front of my desktop again and see how Agent Cloak is doing. Since Agent Dagger is doing nothing at his residence...or at least, I think he does. As I've said before that bastard has an annoying habit of sweeping for bugs.

Agent Cloak isn't spending her day away from Agent Dagger at home it with her best friend Freesia. Instead, she's at a man's home. This man is one I've never had the pleasure of having footage of, yet I know him nonetheless. For in the phone calls I've been able to intercept between Ayla and her younger sister Ula, she hasn't seen her former Beau Neale since she left Ireland for the United States.

As I look at them kissing and grabbing each it her ferociously from Neale's laptop camera, it looks like no time has passed on at all between them. "Luna, I see both of them just fine, but would like audio as well," I speak into my phone before it gets translated into text form. Luna is my IT lady. The woman can do wonders with every brand of tech on the planet. She also has a personal stake. I feel like that's her tale to tell though.

Only a minute after I send the text, I hear audio. I plug my headset in and listen as well as watch. Neale isn't the brightest bulb in the world, leaving his laptop open like that. That's not why Ayla fell in love with him. It was his heart...how even though he was a giver like her father, he still made time for just both of them; Ayla's words to Ula.

A few moments later, Ayla roars and then deflates in Neale's muscular arms. It takes a moment for both of them to catch their breaths...amateurs.

"So, how have you been?" she asks him.

Neale laughs. "Woman! You pick me up from the airport, bring me to your place for a cuppa TEA, and we quickly skip the tea and end up here. How do you think I'm doing?!"

"Confused maybe," she asks sheepishly.

Both of them start roaring in laughter after that. Irish, Italians, and Mexicans have one thing in common. They laugh loudly when it's genuine.

"Well, I'm happily confused. If you still love me, then why did you break it off?" he asks her.

"Who said I still love you? Maybe I just wanted to fuck you." I laugh at that. "If we're being honest here I should be asking you why you traveled all this way to see me."

Neale looks out of Ayla's bedroom window, which give the laptop camera a perfect view of his angular jawline. Mmm, what an Adonis even if he has pebbles for brains. "Isn't it obvious, Eye. I'm still in love with you."

Ayla sighs and covers her torso up with a thin sheet. "I know Neale, and I wish you didn't." Ayla remembers very well what it was like being engaged to Neale. A dream come true, but it was a fleeting dream. "As much as I love you Neale, I can't give you what you want. I'd be a terrible mother and an even worse wife."

"You'd be my wife for better or for worse, Eye. That's all I'd care about." Neale doesn't know how amazing the woman he loves really is.

He knows she knows how to shoot well and can kick a man down better than well, a man.

However, he doesn't know about the operations she'd been on. How many people she killed or helped in killing. All he truly cares about is her which is his ultimate downfall. Poor, Stupid, and Dumb Neale O'Doherty.