Protecting the Bad Boy

Preparations

Like he promised, Mr. Anderson send me the details. And I have to say that, that included many, many details, that I didn"t want to know. Like for example: his friends, girlfriends, everything about his social life and some other things that I don"t want to mention. They were horrible. This guy was... I don"t know... a player? I just hoped this mission ends quickly. I don"t know who was going to cause more problems, the russian mafia, or he.

But like Mr. Anderson said, I had to go tomorrow, so that means...

Time for packing.

I got up from my bed where I was sitting, leaving Rhydian"s files there, not wanting to have to do with those anymore, but it was like I was asking too much.

I hadn"t too much clothes, because I almost always wore CIA-s clothes, and the things I have to take with me, were more guns, and other gadgets that will help me to take care for the jerk that I started to hate since now.

Leaving CIA for a mission was easy, but coming back again? Very hard. Very, very hard. But since many other agents come back, I"ve too, I think I could do this. It was just a mission. And it was less dangerous, than the other missions. So good luck Dylan!

***

I was in airport, waiting for my plane, seeing my passport. Of course that they had change my name, from Dylan Hyde to Danielle Smith. Security measures. But it sucks, because I have to change my name every single time, and I loved my name, even if some people in CIA thought that I was a boy. But Dylan name was cool.

After waiting a hour, sitting, finally my plane arrived.

During the flight I wanted to sleep, and since I had woke up too early, and not slept very well last night, now I was tired so it wasn"t too hard for sleep to close my eyes and take me in a world full of nightmares. But fortunately, sleeping in a plane wasn"t too comfortable, so I didn"t sleep too much. In this way I wasn"t going to wake up all wet from sweat and screaming from the nightmares.

I had to spend the time by thinking for the mission.

Mr. Anderson, said that I was going to live in the house in front of Rhydian"s with one of the agents of the agency that was going to pretend that was my uncle. Eric Everett. This was his name, but like me he had change his name to James Smith. I couldn"t appear from nothing in that town, living alone like a freaking weirdo.

So the story was that my parents were dead (and this was practically true) and I was living with my uncle. We moved to that little town, after James"s wife death. Yeah tragic! I know... but anyway.

When the plane landed, agent Eric, was waiting for me in airport. He was handsome, even if he was at least at the thirties. He had black hair, black cold eyes... he was tall, and since he was an agent of course he got the body too. But he looked so cold, like he was going to kill everyone only with his look. I can"t believe that Mr. Anderson put me again with him. Almost every time I was in a mission, Eric was on it too. Seemed like Mr. Anderson doesn"t believe that I"m already ready to complete a mission by myself. Without anyone"s help.

"Hi, my dear uncle!" I said in a playful voice pulling my suitcase after me. Eric just saw me for a while without saying anything. He was one of those people that think only about the job, and everything out of the job or the mission was a waste of time for him. Like me. I was a waste of time for him. We kinda were partners, but we didn"t like each other too much. We don"t talk too much.

"Agent Hyde!" he said in that tone, that meant to don"t call him again like that. I hated when he called me in my surname. It sounded ugly.

"Call me Dylan for the hundred time." I almost shouted throwing my free arm in the air, walking toward the car.

***

The house that me and Eric had to live, was kinda small compared with Rhydian"s house. But it was cute and looked very warm and welcoming. Everything was ready. The rooms were furnished, the cupboards were full, the fridge too.

I didn"t talk with Eric almost all the day. He looked very busy with some of his own business when we arrived in the house, so I didn"t want to cut him off of all what he was doing. So I went upstair in my room.

My wardrobe was full of clothes that a normal teenager wears all in my size, and the room looked too girlish for my preferences, but, taking in considerate the fact that I had a boy"s name, I didn"t like any girlish thing. But I think that it was like all the normal rooms that a girl have. I don"t know many things about these. I"m like an amateur. The room"s walls were painted with cherry color and there were posters of some bands, I guess, on them. I was an amateur in the art world too. I don"t know any singer"s name, or even hear a song. I haven"t read many artistic books too. These things weren"t too important in CIA. These things were waste of time, like Mr. Anderson and some other teachers say.

I hadn"t meet Rhydian yet, but I was going to meet him tomorrow in the morning, but today, I was only going to make a hot shower and sleep. This was all I needed. To relax.

All of this things were only the preparations for the real mission. Tomorrow, the real action begins.