The morning sun shined on Sierras face waking her up in a huff. She rubbed her eyes groggy from her sleep and walked to the curtains to close them preventing them from shining anymore on her. Sierra had told her boyfriend the night before to make sure the blinds where closed and the curtains where drawn. If it was one thing she hated it was being woken up before her alarm rang
She threw a pillow at her sleeping boyfriend as she lay back down.
He didn’t budge.
His lack of movement further irritated Sierra and she picked up the pillow that cradled his head and hit him with it repeatedly. The third time the pillow contacted his face he flung out his hand to intercept the blow, but was too slow, and caught the pillow against his face.
Abrahams body jerked him up and he tried to overpower Sierra, which was very easy to do only because she let him do it. In a matter of seconds, he was on top of her and had her wrists pinned above her head.
“Let me go.” She demanded. Even though she had closed the blinds a good amount of daylight was still managing to seep into the room which added a light blue glow to it.
“Then let me sleep woman.”
“You didn’t grant it to me I’m not granting it to you. Abe, you know you are supposed to close the curtains at night. I hate the sunlight.” He smiled his signature flirty smile that he always used to overpower Sierra with. However, this time she did not find anything charming about it.
“I figured it didn’t matter since we had to get packed anyway.” Abe explained cradling Sierra.
“Then get off me then, since you are okay being awake before 10.”
“Wait… what time is it?”
“Darn it’s so early… for you.” He laughed. Sierra wasn’t the type to wake up before noon if she could help it. Sierra laughed at him in response.
“Why are you laughing?” said Sierra.
“I’m laughing because you sounded like a dork when you said darn.”
Abraham wasn’t much for cussing, and as a pastors’ son still held on to most of his families’ strict teachings. Sierra would make fun of him for his innocent ways, but it was one of the things she loved most about him. She’d lost her innocence at a young age and loved how, even though he was twenty, he was still a good-hearted kid.
“I like when you call me a dork.” he said kissing her on the lips, “Do it again.” He said placing a kiss on her neck.
“Stop it. You don’t get sex after waking me up at the butt crack of dawn.”
“I don’t want to have sex with you… I want to make love with you.” He said kissing her on her full lips. The kiss became more passionate as Abraham loosened his grip on Sierras arms which was his most fatal of mistakes. In a moment she was on top of him smiling down at him. “No means no dummy,” she smiled.
She said rolling back to her side of the bed. Sierra hopped to her feet and then went over to the curtains and pulled them open. Which eliminated all chances of sex, but Abraham was a very determined individual.
“Babe. I’m not going to see you for almost a week. Give me a little something to remember you by on cold nights in Aspen.” He smiled. His arms where wrapped around Sierras wide waist as he lay kisses on her neck. Sierra rolled her eyes as she looked down at the city. She could feel his hot lips and tongue on her neck and his breaths in her ear as he held her tight from behind. Then Sierra could feel one hand on her wide full butt and his other on her breasts and almost gave in, but then Abrahams phone rang allowing her to stand her ground.
Sierra scurried away from him and picked up his phone and answered it for him. Abraham looked at her with a knowing smile he knew he was close to breaking her. Sierra placed the phone against his face as the person on the phone said ‘hello’ for the third time.
“Hello.” He answered as he took the phone from her.
Sierra busied herself by putting on her clothes. She wore her trademark leggings, t-shirt, and Birkenstocks. Abraham winced when he saw her ensemble. Legging and t-shirts are all she’d owned since he’d met her and while he had gotten used to his reality he didn’t like it much. He would have much rather her wear something that accentuated her curves, or at least a pair of jeans. However, he never pushed her to do anything, mostly because he knew it would never work, and because he loved her regardless of her ugly clothing choices.
Sierra began packing for her trip while also trying to eavesdrop on her boyfriend’s conversation.
Abraham on the other hand was listening to his mother grill him about bringing the appropriate clothes, and the importance of punctuality. These where all things she didn’t have to tell her son. He’d learned from an early age that being late was a sin to his mother and avoided it at all costs.
“Yes, ma’am.” He said in response to his mother.
“Oh yes and before I forget Kelly Thompson will be joining us this year.” She informed him in a way that took away from the weight of Kelly Thompson’s name being dropped.
Abrahams heart almost exploded inside of his chest. Kelly Thompson was the last person he ever wanted to see. His throat went dry and his mind flooded with so many old memories of her that he didn’t hear his mother call his name for the third time. “Abraham? Are you there?”
“Yes ma’am,” he responded. Abraham swallowed hard before speaking again, “Does she have to come? Is it too late to tell her not to join us?”
“Now hush up. Kelly is our oldest family friend. If she can be mature about the trip to Aspen so can you.” His mother said in a tone that was sharp and meant business. Abraham knew when to shut up and this was the time.
“Okay mother I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” He said hurrying up to get off the phone.
“What did your mom want?” Sierra asked as she walked out of the bathroom with a hand full of toiletries.
Abraham was unsure about how to answer her. He didn’t want to upset her, and wasn’t quite sure what she would do. Sierra was unpredictable, but if he waited to tell her he knew it would only be worse.
“You know she was just talking about me not being late and that a family friend would be joining us in Aspen.” He said scratching the back of his neck nervously. The gesture woke up the lawyer inside of her. Another one of Sierras’ many talents was reading people. Her father always taught her that what people didn’t say was just important as what they did.
Sierra threw her things on the bed and sat down at the edge of the mattress facing Abraham. Abraham knew this move and knew that it was time to tell the whole truth. Not telling her the truth is never an option.
“Get to the truth sir. I still have to pack.”
“You’re not going to like it.”
“On a scale from Bright to Boo a Medea’s Halloween where would it land.”
“Boo a Medea’s Halloween 2.”
“Shit. It’s that bad?”
“Then hurry up and tell me.” Sierra said preparing for the worse.
“Kelly Thompson is coming to Aspen with my family.”
Sierras face began to twitch, and she hopped to her feet. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, and was drowning in anger. The only person however she was mad at was Abrahams’ vindictive bitch of a mother. It was no secret that Mrs. Kelly didn’t like her. The first time the women had met she had commented on how much she loved Abrahams ex-girlfriend. Mrs. Kelly didn’t care for Sierras outspokenness, her middle classness, or her over all appearance. Sierra was too rough around the edges for Mrs. Kelly’s cookie cutter world.
For the past two years anytime, Abraham had to go home for a family event his mother would always try to introduce him to who she viewed as eligible bachelorettes for her son. Sierra realized her intentions quickly and became very weary of her and her shenanigans. So, while she was surprised his mother would stoop as low as inviting Kelly to a family event, she wasn’t.
“Say something Si.” Abraham demanded as she paced the floor for the fourth time.
Upon hearing his voice, she stopped and looked into Abrahams eyes. This made Abraham uncomfortable, because she wasn’t looking at him, but through him. He knew this wasn’t a good sign at all.
The word came out crisply from her lips to Abrahams ears. He was stunned at her response, stunned at her demeanor. He’d seen her more up in arms about the McDonalds Dollar Menu than she was now. He was confused and scared.
“Okay?” He asked.
She walked back around the bed to her suitcase and began packing more items, “Okay.”
“What does that ‘okay’ mean?” he asked closing the space between them. She threw a shirt into her bag and went into the closet and grabbed a hand full of clothes before answering him.
“I mean okay. You are going to spend the week with a girl who you were in love with and dated for five years. Okay. Your mom once again has done something to try and sabotage our relationship. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.” Sierra said.
“If you don’t want me to go I won’t go.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Like you always say, ‘the things you don’t say is just as important as the things you do say’.”
She laughed as she zipped up her bag, “Well read my lips. Go.”
“Are you sure?” he asked confused by the whole conversation.
“Yes. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. Go. I trust you, and if at any time it becomes unbearable hop on your parents’ private jet and come down to Atlanta. You are always welcomed at a Samson ‘Christmas’.”
The smile that tugged at the corners of her face was fake. Sierra knew it and her boyfriend knew it, but Abraham knew if he pressed her anymore she would break and bring fire and brimstone down on him and his family. Sierra knew it too, it was taking all of her to be sane. While she trusted her boyfriend, she didn’t trust his mother or Kelly at all. But she also didn’t feel right about telling him he can’t go see his family. She didn’t want to take him away from his little sister who spent most of the year in California and could only make it back for holidays. Tanya was his best friend and no matter how much Sierra hated Abrahams mother she couldn’t take him away from them.
The rest of their time together was enveloped in a layer of silence neither threatened to break. When he dropped her off at the airport she waited for him on the curve to unpack her bags. Abraham handed Sierra her luggage and smiled at her warmly.
“See you later,” she said patting him on the shoulder.
“What was that?” he asked.
She knitted her eyebrows in confusion and he elaborated his question.
“Why are you treating me like a child?”
“What do you want a hug?” she asked. A tinge of disgust was evident in her tone. Sierra didn’t like public displays of affection of any sort.
“We aren’t going to see each other for a week. I already didn’t get ‘any’. I can’t even get a kiss either?”
“I don’t do public displays of affection, and you know that.”
He rolled his eyes and huffed a tired sigh. To him this was another example of her continuous push against him. Whatever Abraham thought Sierra probably thought the opposite. Sierra was cold and distant at times, and he didn’t understand why he loved her, just that he did. She was an unshakable force on him, an omnipresent entity that drew him to her.
“Could you make an exception this once? One kiss?”
“Augh, I have a flight to catch.”
“A five second kiss won’t make you miss your flight.”
“Deal, but don’t try to grip my flat ass.”
“If I wanted a hand full of air I’d make a fist.”
Sierra finally broke her cold expression and laughed. It was Abrahams favorite sound.
“That’s the smile I love so much.”
Sierra rolled her eyes as she fiddled with the zipper on her bag.
“Now give me some lip.”
Sierra looked around and make sure no one was too close. Then she laid a quick kiss on Abrahams lips. He wasn’t satisfied and as she pulled away he pulled her back laying a deep kiss on her before biting her bottom lip. Which drove Sierra up the wall.
“You son of a bitch.” She said when the kiss finally broke.
“Payback is a bitch and I am her son. Have a good trip.” He smiled waving her off.
The flight to Toronto was uneventful but gave Sierra adequate time to rest. She knew she’d have a long break ahead of her. Terry was already there, and she would have been too if it weren’t for finals.
After landing she made her way out of the airport and waited. Within moments a black SUV pulled up, and a man hopped out and took her bags as she slid into the back seat.
“Nice to see you again Agent Aqua.” The man inside the car said as she sat down.
“Always a pleasure Director red.”
“How was your flight?” he asked.
“Not first class.”
“How would it look if a broken college student could somehow afford first class flights? It would be a red flag.”
“No more of a red flag then a broke college student getting into a big black SUV at a Toronto airport.”
“Touché. Here is your mission.”
“Okay get right to the point why don’t you.” I said taking the envelope from him.
“Your target, Russian hacker Viktor Zaslavsky. He is suspected of being the leader of a hacking organization founded by the Kremlin to hack foreign nations elections, and to breed general chaos that leads to the destabilization of nations governments.”
“He must be really good at his job. His name is already causing chaos for my brain.” Sierra joked. Agent Red didn’t laugh.
“We have reliable intel that he is hiding out in a luxury penthouse under the name Lester Holmes in Toronto.”
She started to laugh to the disapproval of Agent Red. “Is this guy an idiot? Who hides out from the government in a fancy penthouse? And why the name Lester? I think he wants to be caught, man.”
Agent Red did not look amused and Sierra quickly fixed her face to match his serious demeanor.
“Your mission is to secure him and deliver him to a safe house in Connecticut where he will be interrogated. Of course, you and Agent Orange will be together for this mission, since no other partner wants either of you.” Agent Red said.
Before she could ask what mission, the car came to a complete stop, “This is your safe house for the time being you will find Agent Orange on the 5th floor. Any other questions you have you ask him.” Agent Reds voice was as cold as ever which made Sierra uncomfortable. She got out of the car as fast as she could, and then the car sped off.
She looked around at the neighborhood she was in. It didn’t seem to be the safest looking, and the apartment building that stood before her looked sickly. If it was a person, it would have stage four lung cancer. Sierra lugged her bags up five flights of stairs, because the elevator was out of order. She soon realized Agent Red never told her which room she was supposed to go to. However, she knew if Agent Orange heard her high-pitched whistle he would come running. She licked her lips and puckered them letting out a whistle that would split hairs and ear drums. A man in the apartment behind her opened the door and screamed at her to shut up before slamming it again.
The door to room 39 swung open and she came face to face with Agent Orange. He had a smile as wide as his chest which he smothered her in as soon as he saw her.
“Let go of me Orange. I can’t breathe.” I said gasping for air.
“Last time I let go of you, you went to Virginia and I haven’t seen you since.” He growled.
“At least let me in the door dumbass.”
He finally let go of her and let her into the room. It was nothing special, the agency rarely sprung for nice things. She threw her bags on a couch and her body with it. Sierra looked up at goofy faced Orange who looked down at her ecstatic.
“Terry stop looking so goofy.” She said with a smile.
“No, I missed my best friend.”
“I missed you too.” She said getting up to give him another hug. They usually never showed so much outward affection to one another but made an exception for the occasion. They hadn’t seen one another in months. Terry now oversaw solo missions all around the world while Sierra was at college, she would take the occasional mission, but it was usually a quick intel operation that wasn’t too exciting. Sierra didn’t like doing missions as much if she didn’t have her best friend by her side. Terry felt the same. Although he completed his missions flawlessly, as he did most things, it wasn’t as fun without his best friend.
“You look great.” She said as she broke the hug.
“Without you always making me go out all I do is work out and do missions now. You look as chunky as ever.” He smiled at her.
“Without you around making me go to the gym all I do is watch tv and eat expensive food now.” She smiled back at him.
“I hope it hasn’t affected your hand to hand combat skills.”
“Nope it’s as bad as ever.” She smiled sitting back down on the couch. Terry joined her.
“So, I’m still supposed to take all the punches in this partnership?” he asked. His big brown cheeks visibly scarred by one too many punches.
“I have delicate skin if I get punched I will die. I’m made of brown construction paper and Jell-O pudding cups.”
“How did you even become an international assassin?”
“It’s called nepotism. Some of us are born into it, others have to work, you are the other.” Sierra said with a wink of her left eye. Terry rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“So, are you ready for the mission? I know you’re a little rusty- “
Sierra interrupted him, “I’m going to stop you right there. I am the best agent the agency has ever had, and I have been kicking ass as far back as I can remember. I’m ready for any and everything.”
“Oh really? Well do you want to spar and prove it?” Terry asked with a smile.
“I would love to beat your ass, but I am tired from my flight. Where is my room?” she asked rolling off the sofa and onto her feet.
“There is only one room and my stuff is already in it.”
“Good you can move it when I get up.” She said pushing passed him. Sierra was down the hall and into the room before he could even come up with a response. He had missed her.