Priest knocked on my window glass as I pressed the ignition of my car. I arched an eyebrow before winding down the glass. “What?”
The frown on his face meant only one thing—he was worried about letting me return to the lion's den. It was either I did or let the Agency spend a fortune raising another classified ops team to infiltrate Con Thiels’ growing network. The federal committee on central intelligence won't allow that.
Priest Taylor, my handler and close friend, sighed and leaned on the door. “I don't feel good about this…just…be careful. You know what to do if it goes sideways.”
“Right. Contact you and hold on, no matter what.” I repeated the instructions I was given. He nodded and tapped the roof. I drove away, back to my undercover job as the trophy girlfriend of one of the most wanted organised crime leaders in the city, Con Thiels.
Thiels’ mansion loomed tall and stark against the cloudy sky as I slowly approached the metal gates. The sturdy guards, dressed in black cargo pants and fitting shirts with heavy guns, gave a nod and the gates automatically slid open to let me in. I drove up the driveway towards well-trimmed green grass that framed the front door.
Three men also in black with guns stood by the door while another two paced about the lawns. One of them spoke into his wrist and I knew I'd been announced. A tremor ran through me and my heart started to race. Something wasn't right. Usually there were only two guards by the front door.
I walked into the mansion and froze at the sight in the living room—a gathering of Con Thiels' inner circle. My eyes darted around the room in search of their boss.
“I'm right here, babe.” His deep voice murmured behind me. The hairs on my neck stood erect and I spun on my heels to face him. The blurry movement of his large palm was all I saw before a searing pain pierced my head and I fell to the ground in shock. Priest's concern and worried face flooded my mind.
As my head hit the armchair behind me, I realised I had been crawling away from Con's threatening stance and angry face. I patted the marble floor around me. My handbag must have fallen away when he hit me. “Searching for this?” He asked, raising my handbag.
“What…what is this, Con?” I whispered. The slow trickle of something wet down my cheek could only mean I was bleeding from my head. I gritted my teeth and tried to steady my heart rate. Any unusual spike in my heartbeat would trigger the fail-safe chip which doubled as a tracker embedded in one of my molars. Had I been found out?
Con emptied my bag on the floor before the men in the room. My mobile clattered and rolled towards me. He ground his boot on the screen, cracking it into tiny bits. That confirmed my suspicion. He knew.
“I trusted you, Sylvia. Is your real name even Sylvia?” He asked. “Sneaking around my operations like a mouse. I laid the cheese and you bit. You are caught in the web, sweetheart. Get up!” One of the men jerked me up roughly.
“I don't know what you are talking about, Con.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Have some dignity and own up to your failure. Your agency has lost yet again. I'll send you in pieces to them.”
That threat triggered my heartbeat. No, no. Don't contact him. Don't contact Priest yet. I muttered inwardly but the chip had started to tick and I could feel it pulsating in my jaw as spots of black clouded my eyes.
“You're wrong…” was all I could whisper before going unconscious. The chip was formulated to knock me out as the tracker revealed my location while my Agency moved in to extract me.
Hopefully they did before Con Thiels made good on his threat.
I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece. It's inspired by the Freewrite #dailyprompt word “don't contact him”.
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You're so good at this story writing thing. I was completely sucked in and it felt like I was reading something on Wattpad.
Btw, I wouldn't risk my life for an undercover job. Never!😂 My respect is to all the women that do it and come out alive.
Thanks so much for the compliment and the reblog! I'm glad you enjoyed reading this piece. You won't risk your life? But it's for a worthy cause—to put the menace of society behind bars. I'm sure agents undercover do this because of their belief in a working system. I appreciate your visit and comment.
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I know but it's a risky job. I bet most of them lose their lives or sustain fatal injuries in the course of carrying out these jobs. It was a good read btw😊