Chater 31

"Wha- I mean, Pardon me." Zeke blurted out. I giggled at him while David just shrugged his shoulders innocently. "I should explain" I started. "Me and David, like he said earlier, have know each other for a while. Due to the fact, that we have the same occupation, we decided, why not work together and make things easier for all of us. We're all here for the same reason, or should I say mission so-" David cut me off with his mouth half full, spiting all over the place.

"Go away with your posh words. We don't say 'mission' here. That sounds like we're part of a gang." He shured some of him words in between.

"Trying to make fun of me?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. "No... Maybe?" He answered slyly, knowing that he was irritating me already. "It was a rhetorical question dumbass." I snapped back.

Zeke, on the other hand, found amusment in out quarrel and let out a loud joyful laugh. "I can see the bond between you guys, you act like brother and sister."

"Brother!" "Sister!" We both called out. David chocked on his food and tried to spit out his food but it didn't work. He started coughing frantically, in hopes to catch a breath that was badly needed in order not to die. I, thought that he was joking, so I didn't think twice about trying to help him.

Sighting this, Zeke jumped in action and lauched towards David and started trying the Heimlich manoeuvre on David. David was gasping for air and started acting a little distraught. Eventually, Zeke succeeded in his acts and David was transported, by Zeke, onto the floor with his arms above his head slowly regaining his breath and consciousness back.

While the whole time I stood still, glued to the spot with a resting, unfazed scowl on my face. "Thanks for the help, Camilia." Zeke spat with a venom poisonous venom called sarcasm.

"What did you expect me to do?" I gave out, lifting my hands at a 90 degree angle at my sides with my shoulders shrugged. My facial features screamed 'innocent' as I tried explaining to the unamused figure in front of me, now slumped on the couch, that I wouldn't have been in any way helpful.

David must have regain all consciousness during my pathetic explanation as he turn on his side and started snickering. I stopped when I heard him dying on the floor. His was in stitches and there were tears raining down his face. It was obvious that he wasn't going to stop soon, so I gave up all hopes in explaining my self. Instead I decided to change the subject.

"Okay, once your finished.." I started, glaring at David, who still hadn't calmed down and was looking at me with half crescent eyes full with glistening tears.

"Pack some bags and clean up. Since your moving in, you guys are going to have to attend the party tonight. It is a formal gathering, so dress accordingly." I warned them, again hinting at David. Zeke just grabbed a dish of food off the messy table and tucked into it humming in understanding.

"Your such a mood killer." David complained, finally deciding to listen and getting up of the wooden floor. He still had a smirk plastered on his face.

"So now I'll leave you guys, if that's alright, and make my way back home and see if the preparations are going according to plan. If you need me hears my number." I explained, while ripping a piece of very thin cardboard from some sort of packaging that was left among the mess on the table. There was a pen laying on the coffee table beside the couch that was thrown on top of scattered pieces of paper and envelopes. "Gotta lot of mail.." I muttered.

Once satisfied with my writing, I passed it to Zeke as he was the closest to me. "Right, I'll leave you guys to it. See you before the party. Wouldn't fancy anyone seeing us together." I announced as I stepped out the door. Earning a 'Oi watch your mouth' from one of the males.

As I was waiting for a green, I suddenly remembered that Ryder had no idea about David and Zeke moving in with us, nor did anyone in our building.

"Lola, call Ryder." I demanded while being slightly distracted and keeping an eye out for the red light to turn green. "Ms. Blaze we have been informed by the department of C.I.A to use you professional names. As of now, I will be referring to you as Ms. Blaze or Camilia Blaze if needed. As for your P.I.C, I will be refering to him as Mr. Kim or Royce Kim. Due to you informing Sandra about David and his P.I.C, this will also go for them. From the end of this explanation, I will no longer be able to identify any of you in any other name other that these. Please be aware of this as this might interfere. Message programmed from C.I.A I.T Tech headquarters Langley, McLean, Virginia, United States." I was taken back with monotone, robotic answer I was given back.

Just as I was about speak back the car behind me honked there horn causing me to yelp and slam down the brake.

"Don't buy a big, flashy, expensive car if you don't know how to drive it, kid!" The driver behind me shouted, leaning out the side of his window while lifting his middle finger up at me. I simply rolled my eyes as I was already half way across the junction. Then I tried to call Ryder a second time  but this timw I was aware of the fact that Lola only knew us by our fake names.

"Lola, can you call... Erm Mr. Kim please." I asked still looking through my side mirrors, checking for any cars trying to pass me out.

"Calling Mr. Kim."

The phone rang for about ten seconds before a male voice answered through the pumping speaker. "Hey, Ryder. You know the guys that helped us at the bank?" I quizzed Ryders memory but it seems as he didn't need the little memory jog as he answered 'Yeah' straight away.

"What about them?" He asked uninterested.

*Bang*

>>to be continued