It's been one year since I have been declared dead to my agency. Good, less people to worry about.
I was now doing my own thing. Stealing from the good and bad, trading, stalking, eaves dropping, all of the casualties.
I have to say that there was one thing I missed about not being "dead" , Butch ,
He was always there for me, like a big brother I never had.
Well that was that, no sense feeling emotion for whoever didn't care about me enough to rescue me. So I rescued myself, found out that Butch had made it out alive and got the hell out of that place. But one thing they don't know is that I still have the serum.
Ha, try to track me down this time.
I was on my way to San Diego for a secret trade, we were meeting in a restaurant called, ironically rebel rebel, just my luck, maybe they knew who I was but I need that information, I need to take this chance. This time I was wearing a short black pixie wig with fixing blue eyes, high cheekbones and freckles. I also wore a skin tight blue dress, it was completely out of character. Good, no one will know it's me. Besides I had layers of makeup on, nothing to worry about, right?
I hope I find the information I need, if not, I always have my gun. And my lust to kill.
As I stepped into my stolen Gucci boots, I started to have second thoughts, but then again , it is worth it.
I hot wired a car in some random parking lot, it was an Audi, pretty nice, but there was that smokers stench inside.
I drove down the highway, way faster than the speed limit of course.
I slowed down and parked at the restaurant. Pretty snazzy actually, but I was not paying. I had already been banned from enough restaurants, why not add one more.
I walked into the restaurant with long strides.
I met at the table we had agreed to, great, he was a no show,
Crap! I thought to myself ,stuck with the fricken bill!
I suddenly see a small white box on the other side of the booth.
I slowly inched over and picked it up.
A girl waiter approaches, something familiar about her though.
"Would you like to order ma'am ?"
"No I'm alright I think" I responded
"Good" she said, and with a swift blow to the head, I was out like a light.
I woke up at my old agency.
"Robin! Some thought you were dead! Though we do have our suspicions!"
That was Scuff welcoming me I guessed, I didn't see him because he was speaking over the intercom.
"Where's Butch?" I asked
"On a top secret mission, which in all means, does not concern you!"
Fine. If he wanted to play games, then I would too.
I was in a chair, held down by cuffs, but my fingers were free to move.
So I twisted my ruby ring around, pressed the secret notch and as a thin blade poked out, I began slowly climbing it up my finger to where the cuff was.
I found the weak spot and began digging and twisting, anything to set me free.
When I was finally loose, I slowly took my hands out, knowing that there were probably hidden cameras somewhere.
I then slowly pressed the gem on my ring, and boom! Hologram of me. Invented the ring myself might I add.
I found the usual blind spot and found a vent, I used my ring (an all in one weapon ) to laser it open.
I snuck through with finesse.as I found the nearest exit and hopped out, sweating. I was surprised to see Butch there, tied up in a steel chair, with a gag over his mouth, panting, and trying to struggle out.
"Butch!" I whispered quietly as I tackled him in an awkward hug.
"Let's get you out of this damned chair"
He nodded,
As soon as he was out, he gave me a big hug.
We found our way to another vent, Butch leading this time, and me of course on lookout.