Agent 001
Put. Down. My. Sandwich. Or This Knife Will Be Introduced To Your Little Richard
"Dick! Get your lazy arse here right now!" I scream at the top of my lungs down the steep stairs. I hear a grunt in response, yes people that is all. He does know I'm a trained assassin aye? I groan and bound down the stairs in a fury of anger, almost tripping over my own heels.
I see him standing over the kitchen counter with the exact cheese and onion sandwich I made for MY lunch. Oh no he didn't! That boy is so dead! He peers up from his sandwich and sees me standing there with a very pissed off look on my face. Slowly he places the sandwich down and gulps.
You better be scared.
"Xia, I'm sorry." He starts to apologize but I know he's not sorry. He does this at least once a week.
"Put. Down. My. Sandwich. Or This knife will be introduced to your 'little Richard'."I say referring to the part of his body, down under he calls the little Richard. "Just get your lazy arse upstairs and clean the mess you made in the training room, Conor and Luke will be here soon and we need to leave but I won't leave a messy house!" I rant on. He just looks at me with a lopsided grin. This boy will never learn! Slowly I reach down and my fingers curl around the handle of the bread knife. I'll teach him a lesson.
In a swift second I have the knife at his throat and his smirk has dropped. He raises his hands in defeat even though he knows I would never hurt him, he's like the brother I never had. We both laugh and I kick his arse upstairs to get him to clean his own mess.
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Two hours later, the training room is finally clean. Of course I had to help. And Conor had called me saying they would be home in a few minutes. Then we would have to go see The Boss, Robin. Robin the fuckface. He thinks that he can just order me around all the time. Pftt what ever, I don't listen to no one! Mind my England.
The door slams open with a loud bang and I know that Conor and Luke are home.
"Xia, Dick?" They announce loudly, one name each. "We're home!" Dicks. "Robin called us, We have to leave, NOW!" They command and walk back out the door. I call down Dick and we exit together.
I jump into the drivers seat off my Black Jeep and look over to the other side to see Dick standing there with a stupid grin on his face. He is motioning for me to open the door. I sigh and open the door for him.
"Luke and Conor kicked me out of their car." He simply states and climbs in without my permission. Oh well Robin seems to be in a bad mood if he called Luke.
Conor winds down his window and challenges me to a race to the Agency. Oh it's on! I nod and instantly place my high heeled foot on the accelerator and speed forward out the driveway first. Dick is hanging out the window pulling the fingers and yelling, "adiós Bitches!" Oh lovely. I grin and speed towards the agency.
Arriving first.
I yell ou to Conor, "I always win!"
Notes
So here is the update! Hope you like it!
This is really cool! Imma go read P.R.O.T.E.C.T
6/25/15