Lizzie's P.O.V

Dyl and I were home packing our stuff. And complaining about how we have to babysit some brats, sorry I mean traumatized civilians. Yeah right traumatized civilians my butt.

"LIZ HAVE YOU SEEN MY BOXERS"? Dyl shouted from his room. 

"I think you left them under the couch" I say.

I know this sounds weird but Dylan is always losing his boxers. I have no idea how and to be honest I really don't want to find out.

"Thanks I found them" Dylan says as he walks into my room shirtless. I must admit he is sexy. If he wasn't like my brother I would totally fall in love right now.

He sits on my couch staring at my ass but I was use to it now we were just weird like that. I would stare at his abs and he would return it by staring at my ass.

"If you're done enjoying the view then can we start talking about the mission" I point out.

"I don't think I'll ever stop staring, but yea we should talk about the mission".

"Okay we have to get close to them so we should probably start by being their new neighbors. Then we can befriend them and start getting closer to them, so where ever they go we follow". I suggest.

"Yea" Dyl agrees. "But what about our cover stories". 'He says looking at me".

"What"? "I don't know"! "I came up with the plan" I say.

"Fine" he responds

"I guess we could say we are friends who moved away when our parents passed and we decided to live together".  he explains"Also that we got in by a scholarship" Dylan suggests

"OK but how did we pay for that huge apartment" i challenge

"Our parents were mildly rich and we inherited that money when they passed on" he says

"Okay looks like you've thought this out very well sir" I congratulate 

"Why thank you madam" he says taking my hand and spinning me around.

I laugh, "shut up you goof ball, go tell boss to get us our new identities and to rent the apartment complex" I say   

He does just that

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Next morning 11:30 their flight has just landed.

"Aaah finally we can get off this cursed plane" Dylan says running out.

When I finally caught up to him he was. busy making out with the ground.

If you haven't noticed by now Dylan hates flying. He loathes it, more than the smell of bleach.I don't know how thats possible but he just does.

"Dylan are you done with the pda yet" I say irritated 

"Hey you don't know what it's like to fly on that death machine" Dylan retorts

"Actually I do, I was sitting right next to you"

"Oh right, but still" he says

I drag him up by the collar, so we can go get our luggage.

"Come on" I say

Once we get everything, we get into the limo the agency prepared for us.

When we see the driver our mood is instantly lifted .

"Charles is that you"? we ask in union

"Why yes it is" Charles says

Charles is a Middle Aged man about 56 with only a couple of gray stands in his hair. He is our father figure and close family friend.

"So I see you made it out of the flight alive Dylan" Charles says knowing about his fear.

Charles and I start to laugh our heads off.

"Ha ha very funny" Dylan says.

When Charles and I finally calm down he begins to drive us to our "apartment". 

When I see it all I can say is "Wow"!

I see Dylan with the same expression on his face. We jump out the car and wave good bye to Charles.

"Bye Charles" we say

We enter our apartment.

"Hello new life" I say

That was the second chapter let me know what you think. Next chapter will have much more dialogue. Thank you for reading and tell your friends.Don't be afraid to leave suggestions.  

XOXO the author, Ali  

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