"Agent, we have to think of a strategy now. They are coming here."
From his standpoint, near where I am also standing, he scooped my pistol away with his hands by just using one of his fingers, neatly stealing without any problem. The gun that I could use easily several hours ago. 'Lightweight', I told myself inside of my head.
"I could single-hand them, Miss. So, you can rest." He assured me at a leisurely pace; going towards the mini cabinet, he straight away pulled the cabinet door to let me see what was inside.
"You have no time to prepare this; who helped you?" I asked with caution to know what I saw inside the cabinet. There were grenades, three types of guns—Magnum Desert Eagle, Glock 43, and long shotguns that were used to shoot a straight-walled cartridge. In addition, there are hanging suits that my Agent can change, and there are shirts and pants for me to wear as alternative attire when going out of the hospital.
"Who helped you, Agent? Tell me the truth before I will report this to the company." I persisted.
His mouth opened, but there was no voice; I thought he was hiding something. I squinted my eyes at him every time he tried to begin talking, but again, there was no voice.
He let one hand press the top of his head, acting like he just had a massive headache. "When you were sleeping, Miss, I contacted one agent friend to help me prepare this. In case of emergency and everything here is a must-have."
Perhaps if he were not an agent, I would have already called the cops and imprisoned him for lying. However, as I studied his eyes and how he talked and moved, it seemed that he was telling the simple truth. Guess I could go on with him when things go smoothly between us after today. Both my eyebrows knitted together in confusion as I thought of the 'Contacted one agent friend'.
"Is it a male or female?" I kept my power of speech as plain and impassive within reach. Never mind that I truly feel like a jealous woman here; I start to get busy in front of him to adjust to the awkward situation I put myself in.
My Agent sighed, "It is a male, but it does not matter, Miss. We have a situation here, and it won't be good for both of us if nobody comes to hand over our needs. So it is best even if you return me to the company."
I paused as he said the words I clearly understood. He knew that I was going to take him back? Just because I showed him through my actions? It would be easier for me if he did not talk back about it. I catch my breath after a long pause of no breathing session. There is always a way in these worlds when I am trying to send my Agent away, not at this time but later. Probably not like this—we still have a lot of enemies to fight! We just got the chance to be working together.
He turned to face me with Glock 43, learning some silent words written in my reaction with a blank disguise--the expression of gravel.
"You can't possibly--"
"Miss, you must bait them. I will stand behind you when they come." He spoke. I quietly dislike his suggestion, so I send out a stingy gaze. I have to decide my life for the past minute; wasted time is the one that will be useless but has a cause to change the outcome between my Agent and me or quickly said 'Both'. I must let the enemies be blown off as far from us as possible because they can't be just enjoying chasing me.
A solid plan is in it, and I would give my Agent his moment to shine since he must know it. But, I swear it to heaven, my anger rises because of this man, I am not familiar with his entire record of abilities, but I filed it up again in my thoughts with no judgment. 'He is here to protect you, not to do things related to hurting you.' But I would not know what would happen next. Nobody is here to play a God and to tell us what is going on since I could not go if my Agent would not tell me why –again, I am the bait here, and it would not be easy to put some trust still I have to work together with my hired Agent.
"Why?" I whispered the question that I did not expect from my mouth. I closed my eyes, feeling my jaw hooked while stretched tight. But, hell's sake, the bait suggestion made me ruin my woman composure. So I am careful with it.
"I am letting you be the bait because you are their target. Therefore, you must act accordingly," he said, his calm tone wavering with certainty. "Act like you will surrender yourself to them."
He was thinking of a lot of ideas, and I nodded at him when I sensed that he was sure of what he was doing, and I decided to follow the risky suggestion. I am truly against it, yet, I needed to test myself. I know within my deepest self, I want to challenge the threats they are giving me; I can pull ahead of them, but not that quickly. My love for my dead grandparents is further on than radical; I got consumed by lies from my parents and everything within the parts of the mansion. How could I let them be like this?
The lips of my Agent parted as I grabbed the Glock 43. It is my turn to surprise him with his one-finger technique that I copied.
I bet his tongue is now exploring some words inside his mouth. Because, as of now, I closed the gap between the Glock 43 and me. Besides, I noticed that the pain level in my body was not the same as before, and the doctor must have injected me with a pain reliever.