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Washington D.C.
October 11th 2015 1430 hours
I was drivin Nathan to another fuckin meetin. Nearly 3 weeks in and fuck all to report.
Im putting my fuckin life on the line for this? To be an overpaid fuckin lyft?
I knew I needed to get into his inner circle fast but fucked if I knew how. He thought I was a total psycho which on paper was what he needed but maybe the reality of workin with a loose cannon was less useful. Maybe if I showed the pissed off side less?
“So boss when do I get to do somethin besides fuckin drive?”
“You already are. You’re here to guard me.”
Progress I guess from lyft driver to babysitter
“My girls havin a party tonight. Can you get anythin to... liven it up boss?”
“What kind of party?”
“Couplea friends from the fancy arts college she went to I think. You and Zach if you wanna join”
I wasnt rushin things. Honestly the decision had come from the top. Nathan had to feel closer to me and a party invite could do that. It would mean burnin Vinh from bein used as any sort of surveillance but someone thought it was worth it.
Not sure I fuckin agree but who cares what the cunt riskin her fuckin life thinks?
“Actually sounds fun. No offence but I havent had much intellectually stimulating conversation for a while”
“None taken, tonight at 7?”
God it was hella hard to avoid 24 hour time
“Sure, I’ll let Zach know”
I nodded, tryin not to look too pleased with myself. Taylor will have her cover apartment set up for the party by then. I knew her cover was Alyssa Anderson and Vinh was Reggie Kagan but I wasnt supposed to have met the final guest so she would be a surprise. To keep my reaction genuine. I knew she was from the CIA though.
I hate working with those cunts. They fuckin love betting our lives but hate riskin their own fuckin asses.
We pulled in to Nathans meeting. I saw Zach waiting outside.
“Wait at the door Liz. Make sure we weren’t followed”
I nodded and lounged on the steps smoking a cigarette.
At the end of the meeting I drove Nathan home and gave him the fake address for the party. My next task was much more fuckin fun. I had to head to said fuckin address and sit around for 3 fuckin hours until the ‘guests’ showed up.
Fuck I miss my fuckin family. Will Eva even remember me in 2 months? Will the lack of contact damage my fuckin marriage? Will I even fuckin live to see them again or just be another flag shrouded coffin? Fuck it cant change it stop worryin.
October 11th 2000 hours
I stood apart from Alyssa and Reggie the fuckin snipin from him about me bein a loser and a criminal was too much right now. At least thats what Nathan should think. My real fuckin issue was the third guest. A fuckin CIA agent whose career should have ended in Afghanistan for setting her superior up on a drug charge. Agent Safi Llewellyn Fayyad . Cover name Maya. Pain in my fuckin ass.
She walked over to me
“So Alyssa says you are a bodyguard. That must be exciting. Although the guy you work for looks like an asshole”
Translation: Why the fuck do you not have anything concrete on this asshole yet?
“Its borin as fuck mostly just drivin to be honest”
Translation: He keeps me away from anythin that could mean jailtime.
“Is it serious with you two?”
Translation: Taylor has been pulled onto another job so fuck your support network to keep you sane
“I hope so”
Translation: Fuck you, don’t leave me in the fuckin wind
“Liz, lets be honest. You’re a violent thug, she can do better”
Translation: Cover ending. Mya is taking Alyssa away from this shitty life so fake cheating to be discovered at party. Only way to free Taylor up for new assignment... sorry and fuck you
“Fuck you Maya”
Translation: Fuck you Safi
“Liz that isn’t on, Maya is my friend”
“Fuckin friend Alyssa? You think I’m fuckin blind? How long you been fuckin your friend behind my back?”
They both tried not to smile. A smile that said well done for realising what we’re going for Chloe.
“Liz, Im so sorry. I tried to tell you, but the guests arrived early”
Translation: Nathan arrived early so we couldn’t fill you in
“Fuck you both. Fuckin cunts.”
I shoved ‘Alyssa’ hard. ‘Maya’ tried to to get between us, giving me the excuse to throw a genuine and brutal punch into her head.
I stormed Outta the apartment, hopin Nathan and Zach would follow.
As soon as they came out I turned as if to go back in, drawin the cheap revolver hidden behind my back. Zach grabbed me and pulled me away.
“Cool it Liz. Aint gonna do you any good to kill the bitches. They aint worth a fuckin life sentence”
“You’re fuckin right. I hella wanna smoke both of them though”
Nathan put a hand on my shoulder.
“You did well controlling yourself in there. Maybe a step up at work would help? We have a shipment coming in next month. I’ll bring you along. You earned it”
“Thank you boss. I’ll make sure you dont regret the trust”
I Couldn’t fuckin believe it. After weeks of undercover work a fake break up was all it took to get into the inner fuckin circle. I couldn’t help but feel kinda fuckin cheated. All that hard work gettin close and it was a fuckin lucky coincidence that Taylor had to work another case that got me my hand up.
Fuckin funny how life works out. I’ve lost my tether to my real life but the case is now not a fuckin total loss. I guess you really do gotta take the good with the fuckin bad sometimes.
Glossary:
Smoke : Kill