Poor Jonquil

IMNIM CH 2

Jakehill Resort, Jakehill Forest, Northern Srance.

"What do you mean it's stolen?!" a middle-aged man shouted, his hands on his hips. A woman carrying a toddler, who seemed to be his wife, stood next to him as she watched her husband yelling at the two police officers. The child in her arms was crying, trying to figure out why her daddy was all angry.

The young police officers were startled and were gesturing the man to calm down. With a pleading tone, an officer uttered, "Sir, we understand-"

"WHAT UNDERSTAND?" The man cut him off, "THIS IS MY MERCEDES 39-P WE ARE TALKING ABOUT, HOW DARE YOU TELL ME ITS STOLEN." He barked.

"We know, Sir you've mentioned the model of the car thousands of time following this morning-"

"I knew it. A vacation trip in this sketchy ass resort, which is basically in the middle of nowhere, would be a flop." The man lowered his gaze. "I had this gut feeling that something bad was going to happen…" He mumbled as he turned back, narrowing his eyes at his wife. "IT WAS YOUR FAULT! NOTHING WOULD'VE HAPPENED IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO COME HERE." His wife shivered, unable to say anything, looked absolutely terrified by her husband's continuous barking. Now that he was shouting at her, the baby in her arms intensified her sobbing.

"A-all my hard earned money I s-saved for that sexy piece of Mer-mercedes." His voice unusually went low as it quivered, "M-my goddamn two nights free discount voucher at Hotel La Sandria was inside the ca-car too." He squatted down, face palming himself, and ultimately started sobbing.

"Waaaa- My car- my voucher- my everything" He was indeed crying an ugly cry. Wiping his tears, he sobbed even harder. Seeing her all mighty powerful alpha male Adonis-ing, buff husband turn into a weak weeping, Jeffrey the wife was beyond shocked. Scared, and without the knowledge of what was happening, she also squatted beside her husband- of course holding the child- and joined the newly found a trend in her family. Her child was crying, her child's father was too, therefore she started crying too.

The jaws of the both young police officers were dropped. Shocked and panic-trucked to the max pro. Not knowing what to do, one of the polices approached to the dad. He soothed the wrinkled shirt of the man as her patted the back.

"Mister, please calm down." And the man sobbed even harder, burying his face against his palms. "We will figure out a way to find your car out. Yes. We will help you find your car out." The officer hesitantly kept his cool.

"Really?!" The man's hopeful pleading eyes shot up almost immediately as rays of rainbow were pouring out of those eyes.

The officer cleared his throat, nodding. "Yes, that's possible if you stop shedding tears as of a teenager and would really appreciate it if your missus did the same and cooperated with us both of you."

The wife glanced up before quietly standing up, clasping her child. Her cheeks were burning red, embarrassment overflowed through her as she tried her best to control her hiccups- aftermath of crying so ugly-

"Yes, that's appreciating. Now it would be great if you spared us the details about your missing car."

The husband slowly stood up, looking at the officers with pleading eyes. And he looked absolutely horrible, making the police officers' facial expression go north.

"A black mercedes." Hiccup. "A sleek brand new one, no scratches." Another hiccup. "Number was S-30590." He said while the other officer was noting all of it down on a notepad, adding the line 'Sleek black, no scratches' with the other descriptions and nodded.

Exactly 16 miles away, a sleek black Mercedes made its way through the forest. Hitting countless trees, and someone of them- the ones which had a weak stem, of course- fell. And at last it hit the highway as the speedometer screamed 190 KPH. Its number plate read: S-30590.

Jonquil pulled out her painful shoes until she was barefoot, while her other hand was on the steering wheel. And the car sped up at high speed. She was heavily panting, her burgundy hair a mess and her eyes were bloodshot. Shoving the shoes behind her, Jonquil looked straight, focusing on driving. All she saw was long, enormous trees surrounding the highway.

A deer was all jolly and was about to cross the road. Until the black Mercedes passed it at high speed, leaving the deer shrieking and holding back onto a tree.

Jonquil slowed down after realizing that she was already miles away from the resort.

She woke up feeling suffocating this early morning. Only to find a wild bunny sitting on top of her while it devoured whatever vegetable it got. Jonquil sat up, realizing that she's in the middle of a forest. Dirtied up and smelly. God knows for how many days she'd been here, unconscious. She sat up, hitting her smart watch- A SIEG gadget- but unfortunately it was badly damaged. And thus she couldn't get hold of little information, such: what time it was, what day it was, AND WHERE THE FUCK WAS SHE. Of course she couldn't contact with the headquarters, because 1. the major inconvenience to her watch 2. It was the only device she had besides her another broken smartphone. And she still couldn't figure out WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE.

And suddenly an ocean of pain went through her as if she had hit a bullet. Oh fuck, she actually hit a bullet in her right shoulder. She caressed the place once again before pulling out the bullet at the speed of light. Jonquil hissed at the amount of pain again overflowed between her body.

Despite her injured health, she took slow weak steps forward. At least it was better than doing nothing- and sitting there in the woods, talking to the wild bunny (which was still busy munching its food down)-

To her surprise, it took only 10 minutes of slow walk to get hold of humanity. Her big eyelashes baffled as a Victorian architectural establishment came close to her blurry vision.

It seemed like it was the parking space, various cars were parked. And It was the back of the cottage house- or whatever the household called itself-

Staggering her way to the parking area, she looked around in search of a sign or something sort of containing slightest bit of information about this place. Her eyes widened when it spotted a signboard hung at the very end of the cottage. 'Jakehill Resort, Jakehill.'

"A Resort Eh?" Jonquil mumbled and smirked at the thought that- if she memorized the map correctly, A high-speed drive exactly from here, Jakehill would take approximately 40 minutes to hit the highway and more 50 minutes to reach the nearest town, Noel City if she remembered correctly. That adds up to 90 minutes, that means leaves her 1 hour 30 minutes to reach the civilized town/city, and contact the headquarters from the nearest tele station. Bingo!

She searched around, looking out for the best ride she can take from here. Something powerful would be needed from the rough drive. Her eyes wandered around the parking lot, spotting various jeeps, trucks, and some private cars. Ooh- Speaking of private cars. Ain't that a newly bought shiny Black Mercedes 39-P sitting lonely in the extreme left corner of the area?

Licking her dry bloodied lips, Jonquil stood in a distance- from the car- while she eyed the car with her unquestioning intention in fucking it- ahem riding it of course.

She approached the car and unlocked its door almost immediately. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the neatly organized car deck. And sit, oh god these were absolutely such a babe. Soft and perfectly sitta-ble–if a word like that existed, of course-

Jonquil searched the deck drawers and everything thoroughly and that resulted in her holding a 2 nights discount voucher of Hotel La Sandria, from East Noel City. Damn- now she could get a place to stay- few bottles of water and a small brown leather travel bag containing freshly sewed few summer dresses of a woman, and two baby girl dresses.

"Sweet." She uttered under her breath before gulping down a bottle of water in one go. Jonquil took her broken smart watch from her wrist and pulled out one of its belt that came with a key attached to it's end. A smile danced on her face.

She buckled up her seat belt before the Mercedes accelerated.

…

"Yes Ma'am, room 304 was reserved for Mr Ben Firecracker." The receptionist studied Jonquil with a brow raised. Jonquil stood there in front of the reception table, looking completely devastated. Her suit was torn out from the sleeves. She did her best to smooth out her messy hair and washed her dirtied face before stepping inside the luxurious 5-star hotel, of course, but she still looked out of order.

"Yes, I am Hailey Firecracker, his wife." She kept a bitter expression.

"But, from the records, Mr Firecracker's wife is Sara-"

"Hailey's my middle name."

"But your surname- It's not Firecracker, it's Mrs. Sara Windmill." The receptionist was indeed scared by the gloomy aura emitted around Jonquil.

"We will change it to Firecracker soon, so I prefer to address myself as Sara Hailey Firecracker." The sweats of nervousness dripped down her neck while Jonquil maintained an indifferent expression and a sour tone.

"Well, Okay-" The petite receptionist startled, "How may I help you Mrs Firecracker?"

"My husband will arrive soon. He's stuck in some work because of some sudden inconvenience. I got the voucher, so I will check in." Jonquil tried to smile, showcasing all of her perfect teeth, but she looked like a madwoman who was soon gonna have TMG for excessive teeth clenching.

"S-sure" The receptionist took the voucher scared and shivered while reaching out for the keys.

…

"Firecracker? Windmill? Really?!" Jonquil shouted all by herself to whoever this couple was for having such ridiculous surnames. She took out the summer dress from the small leather traveling bag placed on the hotel bed, internally apologizing to whoever this Sara Windmill was.

She ordered a cup of coffee with side snacks, calling the lobby before getting inside the bathroom. The suite was a decent amount of big with a big king-size bed placed in the middle and a smart TV settled up on the wall.

Unbuttoning her suit, Jonquil sighed at the reflection of herself on the ceiling to sink the mirror of the bathroom. She hung her suit on a hook before undressing herself.

The ice cold water fell on her soiled hair before it cascaded through her body. And slowly, all the memories floated before her from the last time she was conscious. They assigned her with this overly confidential mission- to arrest the fugitive Noman Hill and retrieve the white suitcase and deliver it to her supervisor Agent Gwen. Such a simple task, yet she failed. Jonquil growled, punching the marble walls of the shower until her fists were cherry red.

She failed.

She failed, despite the simple task.

She failed to some random unprofessional reverse spies.

She failed, the title of being the most effective agent of SIEG.

She failed to accomplish her mission.

She failed her supervisor for the second time.

And most important.

She failed herself.

But she never fails.

Another growl followed with a punch against the marble walls. She stomped feet and banged her head loudly on the walls. Causing her forehead to bleed, before water washes away all the bloodstains.

The only thing right now to soothe her down was the sounds of water dripping down her body and the repetition of the process.

She clenched her fists and her teeth, trapping her anger, guilt, regret for the one last time. And recalled the memories again.

She had a tablet to heavy her voice and a silicone mask to fully turn herself into her cover identity, Jonathan. Then she met Noman, retrieved the suitcase, got inside the helicopter, drank the water-

The thought of her drinking the toxicant water made her scream once again. Before she controlled herself, of course. She carried on with her thoughts;

After that, she figured out that they were reverse spies before knocking most of them down with her weak health. Right after that, she fought bitch named Malice and got the pen drive from the suitcase and jumped out of the helicopter after that bitch shot her on her arm- which she already had taken care of.

She tried to remember what happened next, but her thoughts looped around pulling the parachute, and that was it.

A pen drive. Jonquil's eyes shot up. She immediately stepped outside the shower, wrapped herself in a bathrobe while she sped her way to her suit that was hung on the hook.

Restlessly, she went through the pockets of the suit, before taking out her broken phone, some broken gadgets, her smart watch and a pen drive. THE PEN DRIVE.

She quickly made her way to the bedroom. Looking around, searching for a device that can read the files from the pen drive. Any device would do. Just anything-

Her eyes stopped at the large TV put up on the wall. A huge smile took place on her face. And Before she could even plant the pen drive on the USB port of the TV. Someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?!" Jonquil quickly shoved the pen drive on the side table and took the sundress, putting it on as fast as possible.

"Um..Ma'am, your ordered coffee and snacks." A male voice. A young one. Jonquil sighed at herself before reaching out to the door and making her face out looking at the waiter. He was young, with freckles around his nose bridge. Standing in front of her door with a steel cart.

She nervously smiled before taking the tray, which contained a kettle of coffee, a ceramic cup and a bowl of biscuits.

Locking the door with her toe and she placed the tray on the marble side table before taking the pen drive once again, and finally got successful in putting it inside the USB port.

She headed back, sat on the bed. Grabbed the remote as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Coffee is what she needed right now to push back all the tiredness, regrets, guilt and to escape the reality. She needed it. Sipping into the cup softly, she browsed through the TV, trying to figure it out. After a while, she got used to it, and found a file floating over the TV screen.

"Aha!" Gulping down all the coffee, she poured herself more. The arrow of the TV clicked that file, and Jonquil beamed in anticipation. At least she got the pen drive, which contained the formula of BAYA.

She opened the file. Her smile dropped. Lips agape. And her eyebrows twitched.

'Empty File' is what drifted across the screen leaving Jonquil, red mad. She closed her mouth and sat straight. An eerie silence followed her, and she fell from the bed, landing on her ass. She was acting like the ocean before a storm.

She stood up.

And before anyone ever think, Jonquil kicked the side table in front of her, causing the cup to spill coffee. She pushed the ceramic kettle with full force. It fell on the marble floor, shattering into pieces. The bowl of biscuits fell after that, making a coffee-biscuit mess on the tedious floor. And the cup was next, it tattered right beside Jonquil's toe. Drops of hot coffee fell on her feet. Making her wincing as she fell on the bed, holding her feet.

"Fuck." She let out a scream before sitting on the floor once again. Her wet hair was all over her face. Making her look like a madwoman again.

"I fucked it all up." She cried out another scream.

After realizing what she has done to the room. Her shaky legs went to the intercom, dialed the lobby.

"Send the housekeeper in room 303."

…

Jonquil stood there silently while she witnessed the housekeeping boy picking up all the ceramic pieces from the floor.

"I am sorry- I-" Her voice was shaky, her finger went through her semi-wet hair, "I- I fell." She internally laughed at her lie. There's no way one could fall and cause this much a havoc. There's no way- Jonquil silently snickered, hearing herself that how much stupid she sounded.

"Ma'am, the hotel will fine you for damaging their appurtenances." The cleaner mumbled under his breath while picking up the ceramics. He was wearing a disposable white plastic hand gloves. His back facing Jonquil.

"I know. I will pay the fine." Looking at the window, she sighed. She failed her mission beyond atrocious. Now she's safe, but she still can't wear off the awful feeling that all her devices are damaged and there's no way to communicate with the headquarters except calling SEIG's top secret hotline. Her thoughts broke out from a pin dropping sound the housekeeper just caused. She drifted her head quietly, and saw the housekeeper picking up a little red bead from the floor and put it inside a vase, and whatever the thing was, it was glowing.

Before he knew Jonquil jumped on him, causing both of them to roll over and land on the white soft bed. She gritted her teeth while strangling the waiter. She was on top of him, while his hands were trying their best to

"Only if I hadn't been fucked up enough-" words escaped her lips with unstoppable blows followed and landed on the pretty face of the waiter. The waiter grabbed her wrist as her fist blew his nose up.

Wasting no time, he pulled her arm, causing her to fall over the sheets, and he was on top of her.

"Pfft- really, is that all you can do? Top. Agent. Jonquil. Peach?" the waiter laughed in mockery. Pressing Jonquil's hands above her head, the waiter claimed his dominance.

Shit, he looked weak. Jonquil underestimated him. He was indeed strong enough to slow Jonquil down. Even for a minute, he did.

"I thought you were the most effective agent of SIEG?" He said while he injected a needle against Jonquil's skin. Pain rushed inside her in no time as she clenched her jaws, bearing it.

"You're wrong." She hissed through her teeth.

"Pardon?"

"You're wrong, I still AM SIEG's most effective-" her knee quickly blew his groin, "-Agent." The boy growled in pain as his grip loosened and Jonquil broke free. Kicking his crotch again, Jonquil straightened her finger as she landed another blow on his vagus nerve- situating on his neck- and the waiter immediately passed out. Jonquil panted as she sat on the bed.

The ocean of pain again resurfaced. Her attention went back to the needle that was pushed inside her veins. Pulling it out quickly, Jonquil threw the needle away.

Her throat was getting drier. And this wasn't good for her. Jonquil immediately got off the bed and reached out for the water bottle which was under the side table.

Gulping all of its content down in one go, Jonquil felt what a bit relieved. But, shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. She was surprised, and that bastard actually injected an untainted needle inside her. What if the needle contained poison? She could die. This was so bad. So fucking bad.

Before Jonquil knew it, she felt dizzy. Just like last night, the immense dizziness overflowed through her body. She collapsed on the messy floor. The water bottle had already slipped from her hands, causing the floor to be wet.

"Fuck." Jonquil uttered under her breath, her lips parted, craving for more air. She felt suffocated. Her vision was going blurry and black slowly.

Right then, she saw a foot walking up to her and stopped right before her. It was a man's feet. The shoes were sleek black, enough shiny to make her feel dizzier. They engraved a small shiny steel badge into the shoes. It looked like a logo. Logo that read...a smiley face? No joke, that was really a smiley face steel logo engraved on a man's shoes. How peculiar.

Jonquil tried to look up and see to whom these feet belonged to. But before she could do that, her head fell on the floor as her vision completely went dark.