Driving away from Vauxhall and to the nearest Mercedes-Benz store around Mayfair, the one that is managed by Taaniel Savisaar, I parked in the VIP lot, and got inside with all of my things, meeting my personal secretary Thea Knightley, as we had already agreed on, so I could switch cars and get changed, so no one would be able to trace me out of MI6.
"You look ecstatic, boss," my 41-year-old secretary beamed, she's a retired Ruby secret agent from MI6 and has been working with me for 9 years now, and she's amazing at what she does. It helps that she understands the work, it helps a lot. "Did you get it?" She asked me, locking Taaniel's soundproof camera-less office, so I could get changed.
I waved the leather file case, "Yes."
"Ugh, you don't sound so happy."
Sigh, "Do you know the Beast?"
Her eyes darkened and she froze.
"Yes, he was already famous for being a psycho monster who gets the job done gruesomely when I retired 9 and a half years ago. He's absolutely dangerous. I was from the Ruby secret division, our mission are nowhere as mind-blowing traumatizing and deadly as the ones you Obsidian agents get, that alone makes us be wary of him, and he was younger than me, I'm sure. I don't know how much, but he's younger than me and older than you, definitely on his 30s. Rumor has it that he was legacy like you," then she paused for a second. "Why?"
"According to uncle Heath, I should be wary because the Beast had his eyes on this mission, as apparently, he had some kind of ties with other people who died because of the perpetrators my parents were investigating." I told her, as I took the wig off, adjusting my hair and undressing. "Not only that, as he asked who the Countess was, but uncle gave him a false lead, saying something like he had no idea who I was or whatever. He knows I'm the original Countess and Black Mamba's daughter, and he's onto me."
"Shite," she dropped on the crème leather couch. "That's not good."
"Nope," I chuckled anxiously, grabbing everything she got me.
A cotton fleece and nylon black cropped hoodie, matching cotton and nylon black high-waist shorts, cotton black socks, with 15cm brushed leather and nylon black booties, a small leather Prada Symbole bag with topstitching, Exclusive to Prada rectangular sunglasses with acetate frame in black and thick hazelnut brown lenses, and with a oversized, rounded, snug Re-Nylon headband, all from Prada.
God, every time I ask her to pick clothes for me, she always picks everything from one brand only. Last time she dressed me up in YSL, now it's Prada. I feel like her doll. Thank fuck she didn't pick Prada silver jewels too, or that would be too much, and I might look like a walking propaganda of my brand, as if I don't already. Well, I love Prada, so that's fine with me.
"But what eases me is that, there's no way he'll track me."
"Lea," she mumbled worriedly, "his first focus is hacking."
I froze, mid-way to dressing the shorts, "What do you mean?"
"He became the leader of the Sapphire division, where all agents work with the hacking part of MI6, in two years and half in there. You may not know that because you were still a child when that happened, and I know that because the creepy fuck always had that black mask on, him and his friends, brothers, partners, whatever his team is to him, they all got in at the same time, about 18 to 19 years ago, when I was still in there. Then one of his teammates took over as leader when he went straight to the Obsidian division, climbing up the ranks one by one. He's a rank SSS now, no?"
Hah, now I'm worried. "Yes," I mumbled, swallowing hard.
"He climbed from rank F to rank SSS in the Obsidian division of secret agents, Lea, out of all the agents in duty, he's probably the one with the highest body count in there. His codename, 'The Beast', isn't just a codename like I was 'The Siren', he is a beast, Lea. He was back then, he must be even more monstrous than before, now that he's in such a high rank. Jesus, you are a beast in my eyes, and he's way worse than you. I bet I would shite my trousers had I encountered that grim reaper in person. And I swear, he is a mountain, he's so tall I almost cracked my neck every time I glimpsed at him passing by, he's really a beast in all meanings of the world. I remember betting with my team that he was ugly and covered in scars under all of that."
"You are a scared cat, Thea, that doesn't mean much."
"Lea!" Gasping, she passed her bright yellow nails over her hair, "I am serious though, drama aside, he is dangerous, and if he's looking into you, he might be the only person to actually crack your security and go through your things. Running from him won't help, we'll just have to be ready so when he comes, it won't be so destructive, and you can't be that stubborn and infuriating, because God, he could kill you. I heard more than one that he had a nasty temper."
"Look," sighing, I began putting the boots on, "I am not changing my way of acting for this psycho wanker, Thea. I appreciate your worry, and I am worried too, but I will never bow down to someone just because they are technically stronger and deadlier than me. I never gave a shite to that, and that won't change now. If he does, indeed, come after me, I will try to reason and deal with him, yeah? We are both Obsidian agents from MI6, and both interested in the same mission."
Her eyes almost popped out of her pretty face, she looks younger than she is, it's a bit deceiving, "You can't be thinking about joining hands with The Beast, Selene!"
"Would I win a physical fight against him?" I mocked and Thea all but swallowed, which was answer enough.