Chapter Eight
I hate this. When I dreamed of the Agency as a child, I was always doing things on my own like the main characters in all the action movies that are so popular.
Now I actually work there, it feels wrong to be going off on my own, even when I know I'm supposed to. We don't know if either of the others will be welcome at Nina's demonstration, so they're waiting outside in a surveillance van while I'm approaching what looks like a warehouse.
It's fine. I can do this, I know I can. All I have to do is stay calm and let other people do most of the talking. I have two phones on me in case the one in my bag gets taken away, though it'll raise questions if someone finds both. I don't care. It's better to stay safe than be sorry at a later date, especially with how wrong our rescue
