Ringing was happening from somewhere in my apartment. Scratch that, by my head, I didn’t like it. I blindly groped around for the offender. Finding it with a groan I answered. Not really sure which phone I’d picked up.
“Hello?” I mumbled into the phone.
“Anais, do you have any idea how late you are to work?” My boss at my CIA gig was yelling down my ear.
I looked over at my alarm clock, a little after ten in the morning. Must’ve slept through my alarms. Again.
I plastered the biggest smile on my face as I spoke.
"Why Chief, I didn't know, thank you for telling me." I knew that would knock him off guard.
"Whatever, just get your butt down here ASAP. Big news at The UN." The Chief sighed heavily and hung up.
"Good news, for me! The UN cafeteria has tacos on Tuesday." I thought getting up from my bed to catch a shower.
Everyone likes me better when I don't smell like day old whiskey and glitter.
Being the youngest at everything in life prepared me for a lot. However, I was still 21 years old in a sea of grey haireds and ED med users. It was a major bummer to say the least.
The Chief looked angry as he tossed a file folder my way. I gave him my best smile as I read it over.
I was going to be second on a recon mission?
"Uh, Chief why am I second on this mission?" I asked point blank.
"Maybe because I have to call you to come in?" The Chief gave me a glare.
"Rough night?" I said offering an excuse.
"With you Agent 9 they are all 'rough nights' and you can't keep treating this job like a shift at Starbucks." He looked over at me as he spoke.
"Ew, like I would work there." I said with a grin.
"Agent 89 will be your Alpha."
"Jam Hands, you picked him over me?" I said possibly sounding a bit whiny.
"Agent 89 is a respectable agent." The Chief said staring me down.
"If you call shooting Germany's PM okay, then fine." I said. I was more than a little mad. James Graham aka Jam Hands was in his 30s and I couldn't quite tell if his bumbling nature was a product of him living with his mother, or if he lived with her because he'd eat his hat otherwise.
But, because Jam Hands was a kiss ass, he was seen a better agent, fuck that.
"Whatever, I'll go round up Jammy and scoot." I said coming back down to my supreme zen level.
"Anais, be careful." The Chief said with a smile.
"When am I not?" I said giving him a wink.