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RECAP

Esme and Piper were on a mission

They had back up that soon turned out to be a traitor

They found out the KGB found files about them

Esme and Piper whooped some major behinds (in my opinion at least)

Now they're back to HQ

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Esme~

"Let. Me. Go !!" The traitor gritted through his teeth.

Safely, Piper and I made it back to HQ with Diego The Animal Rescuer. He'd passed out in the back seat from the immense of his blood lost. We'd taken him back to HQ and gave him a blood transfusion. He'd now just woken up and was flailing around in his chair; with his hands handcuffed behind his back.

"Shut up" Imani and I both said at the same time.

Francois and Jacques were typing away on the computer about the mission. Aimee was helping Piper out of her suit while Imani and I stood here ready to interrogate the traitor. Imani ran her fingers through her long black hair while I just stared harder at the guy.

"Fuck this. Fuck this company. Fuck you," The guy wobbled and shuffled trying to get out of the strapped chair, "Let me go !"

"Shut up" Imani and I said in unison. Now it was my turn to run my fingers through my hair, but this time stressfully.

"Esme, you know you shouldn't have taken Piper's gun. You already have a dirty slate with arsenals, especially since you're so young, SAAT isn't gonna like the sound of you with more" Imani had taken the thoughts right out of my mind.

I sighed deeply, "I know but it was either get the gun or fail the mission. I can't have anymore unnecessary fails when I could've taken action ! We're assassins for Christ sake, why the hell do I need to be shamed for using a gun !"

"Maybe because you shot me with it dumbass" Diego The Animal Rescuer responded dryly.

"Hmm, so it's my fault now Pepe The Frog ?" I crossed my arms and stood intimidatingly in front of the traitor, "Out of all people, it's mine ?"

He nodded and looked back up at me, "You shouldn't be touching gun wittle Esmewalda" He cooed and stuck his bottom lip out teasingly.

"And you shouldn't have been climbing vines, now should we ? My wittle Mexican twatior"

It was right then when an immense wet sensation hit me smack dab in the middle of my forehead and a smirk was across his face. He just spit on me.

"You bitch !" I had lunged at him, hitting him straight in the nose but he retaliated as well with a kick to my ribs. That sent a shot of pain right up to me, they were still fragile and healing.

I tried to ignore the pain and continue to send punches to his face but two heavy arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from him.

"Let me go ! I'm gonna get him, I swear to God I'll-"

"Esme chill !" Jacque's deep voice tried to calm me down but it wasn't working.

"Jacque let me go ! I don't care about the rules of captured people, I will beat him senseless !! He spat on me"

He yanked me down to his chair, "Esmeralda ! We have strict obligations to not touch this one. We have Bruno on the line in five minutes and I'd rather not take dirt from you because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself"

"He just fucking spat on me and I'm the one in trouble ?"

"Ya damn skippy" Pepe The Frog's voice called out from his chair. I hopped right back up ready to punch his face in but now Jacque and Aimee were holding me down.

Aimee just sat me down by my shoulders, lightly massaging them to calm me down. It wasn't boiling down my anger but it did feel good.

Her slender fingers rubbed in circular motions in my shoulder, "Calm down ma chère"

"I will babe, I will. God this is too much" I muttered as I laid my head back, trying to relax.

"Oh so these some lesbians ?" All heads turned towards Diego The Animal Rescuer still in his chair, slouching and eyeing Aimee and I hungrily.

Her and I had the type of friendship in which we were flirty and love-dovey. We even had a couple of interactions together but we weren't together. Definitely calling Aimee out on her insecurity of her sexuality wasn't gonna cut it with me.

I calmly rose up and paced my way towards the traitor. His eyes trailed up and down me, but not in the he sexually did before, but now challenging.

My green eyes met the gaze of his mud brown ones, "May I ask you to repeat that please Diego ?"

"Quite frankly my name isn't Diego"

"Quite frankly I don't give a shit about what your name is. You're insulting my friend and I would like you to repeat it so everyone could hear it"

"I said y'all were a bunch of lesbians-" His sentence was cut short by an abrupt slap upside the head. All of us in the room flinched at the random attack.

From behind the boy stepped Bruno, a pissed off expression on his face and a sneer to go along with it.

"The idiot's name is Matías and he can't do anything right, according to the assignment he was supposed to do," He adjusted the sleeve of his tux and walked around to face him, "He betrayed the company and now we have to find something to do with him"

Matías sucked in his teeth and just glared up at the man. That action earned himself another harder smack upside the head.

"Don't suck in your teeth at me. You got caught, and now you're facing time."

"Well what are you going to do ? Kill me ? I dare you, lay me down with my parents, I don't care. Shoot me. Put a bullet through my thick Cuban skull !"

BANG

"SHIT ! SHIT ! I'm sorry. Dios mio, por favor no ahora." The Cuban quivered in his chair, legs tucked into his stomach and his eyes shut harder than a maximum security lock.

Piper walked in, casually wiping her gun against the thin material of her cami. She had a nonchalant look on her face as carelessly tossed the gun on the floor in his direction, having him squeal and flinch harder.

The hazel eyed girl came and crossed her arms, "He can't even endure the pressure of the sound of a gun. I don't understand how SAAT hired him in the first place"

"I was wondering the same thing Piper," Bruno patted the traitor on top of his curls and walked towards all of us, "Imani, you were the one responsible of this mission. I think you should choose what happens to him"

The brown skin girl had everyone's attention on her as she contemplated the heavy decision, "Is death penalty out of the question ?"

"Yes, HQ is tryna cut down on the American body count we have to enter every year"

"But he's not American, Pablo over here came Straight Outta Mexico. Ain't that right ese ?" I tried joking.

"Not now Esme. I'm serious"

"So am I !" I stood up and walked over towards Matías, "See, we can't kill him and that'll give him the satisfaction of knowing he gets a second chance at life. But, I propose something that might have him wish we had taken it away from him"

"And what is that ?" He asked looking up incredulously as did the rest of the crew in the room.

A sinister smile crept upon my face.

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"Okay, can you explain this to me one more time Esme. Because I swear I think I'm not comprehending anything right now"

Many arguments and hours later, Piper and I finally got to go home; but with another addition. Spits and I had just engaged in a conversation together in the living room.

"We inserted the Probation Chip into Matías. It's like house arrest but he can leave the house," Spits looked at me confused. I sighed and tried to reword my explanation, "See, all around the US are these posts that can detect if the chip is in areas it's not allowed to be in. Like in a liquor store or a gun store. If the chip is detected in the area, a voltage will shoot throughout his body. Not enough to kill him but not enough for it not to hurt."

"Don't forget about the reason Esme" Piper called from the kitchen as she continued to cook the meal.

Spits' eyebrow shot up questioningly, "Oh yeah Spits. So see, there's no positive way we could tell where they go, so the restriction will set the boundaries. Plus if they ever do go missing, there is a GPS tracker in the chip."

"That's kind of cool. Damn, technology is advancing" He whistled as he took the last sip of his beer, "Oh, I'm out. Lemme go get another one"

I quickly shot him down, "No no Spits. You don't have to get up. Let him do it. He was assigned to be my personal bitch"

See, after I was given the decision to choose what would happen to Matías, I decided we could use some help back at the house. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, other house things. Since the other options were new life or to be sent to Russia, I thought of spicing it up a bit. Now here we are at home, with him and Piper cooking in the kitchen and getting ready to eat. We installed the chip into him and he's now with us.

"Esme, that's kind of rude"

"It was also kind of rude when he committed treason but you don't see me complaining. AYO PABLO ! BRING SPITS ANOTHER BEER"

"My name's not fucking Pablo"

"Your name is whatever I want it to be in this household" In walked in the grumbling Cuban with another bottle for Spits.

"Here you go sir. At least you're the nice one"

"I heard that Pablo"

"Lesbian"

"Thank you Ricardo ?"

He just clenched his jaw and turned himself to face Spits, "Sir, dinner is ready"

"Thank you." Spits patted him on the back and pointed for me to follow them to the dining room. But I stayed put and just smirked at an angry Matías in an apron.

"You know, lime green is a good color on you" I grinned as I looked at him up and down.

He stepped up close in my face, our noses nearly touching, "I hope you know, when I finish my probation with you guys. I'm coming after you first, no remorse or anything. You're dead dyke"

I chuckled lightly and patted his cheek, "Of course I am Matty. But as of right now, because of the stupid actions you decided to carry out, you are my bitch"

I patted his head and moved aside, so he could walk ahead of me, "After you my lady"

He just sucked in his teeth and walked ahead grumbling things underneath his breath.

Looks like we have a new addition to the house.