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How the fuck did I get roped into a job in a sex club?
There were many other agents who could do something like this. Someone who specialized in seduction and not high-profile murders.
So what gives?
“I sent in your profile a few months ago, and it took them some time, but you got approved. I would have sent you in right away, but well, Germany was more important at the time,” he said. “They take this kind of thing very seriously, so we are being more cautious this time around. I’ve heard that their owners are no strangers to breaking the law and got out of prison a few years back.”
Strange, but not totally surprising.
“So stay away from them,” I said, letting my gaze travel over the club.
It was a multi-story mansion with large gates surrounding the entire property. The front yard alone was probably about an acre, and from our vantage point, I caught a glimpse into the back. There weren’t many people out at that time. My guess was that they were still prepping the back for some type of outdoor concert.
“This is their newest club,” Rolf said from behind me. “They’re still working on it but have just started to allow more guests in to visit. It’s also less… jarring than the other. This one has stricter rules and a recommended dress code. Which you will be expected to follow.”
His footsteps were silent as he came closer. I didn’t let myself jerk away from him even though I wanted to.
Could an assassin just have a single night off? Was that too much to ask for?
I let out a small huff and leaned into the tree next to me. We had taken cover in the small forest a few blocks away from the house-turned-club. The wooded area was up on the hill, which gave us an unobstructed view of the club. I used my binoculars to take a closer look at the security.
Exhaustion from the job before weighed on me. I could still feel the blood drying underneath my clothes and itching my skin.
Not only was the outside packed, but for at least another two blocks, I caught suspicious-looking men stationed out on various street corners. Some even hid in their cars.
That’s a lot of men for a sex club.
“There’s someone important in there,” I noted.
“Multiple someone’s,” Rolf said, his voice coming from right beside me. I knew better than to react to it.
I lowered my binoculars to give him a look. I was still pissed about his stunt in the car.
It was a valuable reminder to be vigilant, but that didn’t mean I had to forgive him just yet.
“There has to be someone better for this.”
He shrugged and fished a phone from his pocket. I took it from him and entered my agent ID, not surprised that it is unlocked.
In minutes, hundreds of case files were at my fingertips. I scrolled through them, trying to glean as much information as I could in the short amount of time he allowed me to procrastinate up on the hill.
Something went off in my mind when I saw the application Rolf submitted on my behalf. It was an old picture of me when my hair was much shorter. I remember taking this picture for a separate mission, but that wasn’t what threw me off.
It was the fact that they used my real name. Sharp stabs of betrayal hit my chest. It took more effort than I’d like to admit to keep my face straight.
“Tiffany Yates,” he said in a low voice. “At the age of twenty, she was one of the youngest to be hired as a secret service agent. She had been recently reassigned to Senator Bennett, an unforeseen problem you will have to work around. Before this, she was on former President Grant’s wife—“
“I can get that from the file,” I said. His stare caused my skin to burn. “Why her? Who put the hit out?”
Rolf stayed silent for a few moments before his blue gaze ran over me.
When I was younger, the sharpness of his gaze would scare me. It had taken years of being his ward to realize that no matter how dangerous Rolf was, he would never hurt me.
At least not enough to kill me.
He too was alone in this world, and I would like to think that he thought of me as family. Or at least an extension of himself.
Someone worth protecting.
