Chapter 3

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"So what's the plan?" I said loudly, practically yelling over to roar of the jet engine a few hundred feet away as I walked along side Hobbs on the tarmac of the private airport, putting on my aviator RayBans while I held a burning cigarette between my teeth.

The sun was shining down, heating up the pavement beneath my feet. The CIA's private airstrip was massive, and had hangers containing some of the most high tech military aircrafts in the world. We were walking towards a Gulfstream G550, a massive private jet that was shimmering under the bright sunlight. It was all black, and had a grey stripe traveling across the middle of the plane underneath the windows. It was unnumbered, and unidentifiable by civilians. A large door was open, and had a set of stairs with handrails that went down until they reached the pavement of the tarmac, allowing me access to the plane.

Like always, Hobbs was dressed in a pristine and pressed black suit and a red tie, while I was in my usual leather jacket, grey tank top, black skinny jeans, and combat boots.

"You'll be going under cover as Blaze Simmons. We kept your history similar, so it would be easier for you to remember except we changed where you grew up. Instead of California, you'll be from Manhattan, New York. Everything else should be similar, you lost your parents in a car accident when you were 10, lived with some foster parents who owned a martial arts studio in Brooklyn, they were murdered when you were 18, graduated from Dumont high school when you were 15, Masters in Psychology from the Dartmouth instead of Stanford, obviously leaving out the fact that you have your degree in criminal justice. You've been living in Richmond, Virginia as a behavioral therapist for the past 5 years. We put you in the system, so if they search you, that's what they'll find, along with your previous criminal record." Hobbs yelled as he walked next to me with his hands in his pockets and thick sunglasses covering his face.

"I thought those charges were expunged? That was one of the deals when you recruited me for the CIA?" I yelled at him with my eyebrows furrowed as I memorized all of the minor changes he made to my record.

"We added them into your fake identification to earn you some more credibility with the Mafia." He exclaimed over the loud turbines from the jet engine. 

"Got it." I exclaimed in annoyance. "How am I going to contact you?" I asked as I took another drag of my cigarette, my hand shoved in the pocket of my leather jacket.

"With this." Hobbs said as he held out a journal and a recorder the size of a bean. "That recorder fits in your ear. Even if they search you, it should remain undetected. Use it to record conversations, and get the evidence that you need. Whatever you write in this journal, I'll be able to see at headquarters." Hobbs said as I reached out and grabbed the items.

"How fancy." I said with boredom in my tone, mentally laughing at the lack of resources I was given for such a big mission.

"You'll be going to a bar that is known to be on their turf. London is one of their main hubs for sex trafficking. You'll be taken, and then you'll figure it out from there." Hobbs yelled with a calm tone.

Wait... sex trafficking? You've got to fucking kidding me.

"So you want me to be a whore for the Mafia? Yeah... no. That isn't in my job description Hobbs!" I said defensively as I stopped walking and stared at him with a scowl as anger flooded through me.

"Then you better figure something out after they take you." He said coldly as he stopped walking and faced me, his hands still in his pockets with an unemotional expression on his face before he turned around and continued to walk up to the jet.

"Fucker." I mumbled underneath my breath as I flipped him off behind his back and took a drag of my cigarette, quickening my pace to catch up with him.

"Lennon, this is a classified mission mandated by the government. That means if you see any cops or agents, they will not know you're undercover nor will the agency recognize this mission. They will engage if needed." Hobbs explained in a deadly tone.

"So basically if I fuck up, the American government will deny any affiliation with their involvement." I said as I popped the recorder in my ear.

"We're breaking our jurisdiction by operating on foreign soils. They'd say you went rogue." He nodded as he continued to look forward towards the jet. 

"So don't fuck this up. Got it." I said loudly as we reached the bottom of the steps to the jet. I turned and dropped my cigarette on the tarmac before stepping on it and twisting my foot.

"Good luck Agent Lennon, and remember, try not to kill anyone." Hobbs said as he held out his hand to me, his back straight and his posture tense per usual.

"No promises." I said coldly as I took his hand in mine and shook it firmly, before walking up the black steps to the private jet. My hands grazed the cold railing as I entered the plane.

The interior of the plane was lavish. The large and plush seats all had a black table in front of them that was attached to the wall. The windows were large, and there was a couch towards the back of the plane. I scoffed as I looked around the expensive and pristine plane, silently laughing at the irony that this was all funded by American tax payers.

I walked towards the back of the plane and took my seat. I looked out the window to see Hobbs quickly walking away from the tarmac, his hands shoved in his pockets and his hair was flowing in the wind as the jet started to slowly rotate and face the proper direction for take off on the runway.

I watched as Langley started to fade off into the distance, and the jet started to leave the ground. I sighed as I watched as the place I've called home for five years started to disappear off into the distance. I thought that I'd feel sad, leaving indefinitely until my mission is completed. It could take weeks, months, years, even decades until I'm able to come back.

But instead, I felt nothing. Nothing at fucking all. I leaned back in my seat, and closed my eyes deciding to get a decent nap in before I get fucking kidnapped.

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