Anovel of agent green chapter 3 By Summer's spark
THE NEXT MORNING_*
BETTY'S CONDO_3AM.
In the depths of darkness, in the early morning hours, it was only 3:00am in the morning.
Betty's condo was an eerie silence.
However, the stillness was suddenly disrupted by the sound of heavy breathing, which seemed to be emanating from the mini-space gym room.
venturing closer, the source of the sound became apparent - Betty, clad in a sleek black sports bra and a matching black leggings, was in the midst of an intense workout.
She was perched on the treadmill, her feet pounding on the belt with a rhythmic intensity, her face set in a determined grimace.
Sweats dripping from her brow, tracing a path down her cheeks and onto her neck, as she pushed herself to her limits.
The treadmill's digital display flickered with her vital signs, a testament to her unyielding dedication.
Ohh!!! Yeah!! This is what momma does every morning, it always gets her kicking.
she finally slowed to a stop, her chest heaving with exhaustion then she stepped down from the treadmill and reached for the dumbbells resting on the nearby rack.
With a fluid motion, she began to lift the weights, her arms moving in a smooth, repetitive motion, up and down, up and down.
The dumbbells seemed to be an extension of her body, a natural fit, as she worked her muscles with a precision that bordered on finesse.
The sound of her labored breathing, the creaking of the weights, and the soft thud of her feet on the floor created a symphony of determination, a testament to her unwavering commitment to her craft.
As she continued pushing herself, her movements became more labored, her breathing more ragged, until finally, she collapsed onto the bench behind her, spent but unbroken.
For a moment, she laid there, her head rested on both hands, her chest heaving, as she struggled to catch her breath.
The only sound was the soft hum of the gym equipment, a gentle reminder of the grueling session she had just endured.
And yet, even in repose, there was an aura of quiet strength surrounding her, a sense of unyielding resolve that seemed to permeate every fiber of her being.
A few minutes later, she left the gym room and went straight to the bathroom.
She needs to meet with the highest commissioner at Dawn, she might leave today.
Whenever she goes on a mission, it immediately after the meeting with the commissioner.
Getting into the bathroom, she turned on the shower letting down the warm water run down her body to her feet as she slowly washed herself.
After taking her bath and making sure to wash off all the Stink of sweat, she wrapped a bunny towel around her chest and walked out of the bathroom.
By Then, it was already 4:58Am, she walked towards her wardrobe and pulled out a saggy crazy jean and a purple crop-top.
She gently placed them on the bed before walking towards the dresser, blew dry her hair and applied some lotion.
Then she moved towards the bed, quickly slid on her panties and bra then put on the crazy jean and topped it up with the crop-top.
She walked towards her wardrobe and pulled out a travelling bag, then started loading it with her clothes.
She's a spy so she always dresses like a civilian and a baddie, after loading her clothes into the bag.
She took her phone, ear pods, headset and drugs. Stuffing them into her side bag.
After making sure everything was set, she walked towards her dresser.
Pick up a rubber band and tie her hair up into a straight ponytail, letting loose some strands and releasing a shaking breath.
All set!!!!
Turning towards the exit, she held her bag and started dragging it out of the room with ease.
Getting down the stairs, she took her blood red hoodie from a hooker and flipped it over her shoulders before walking out of the apartment.
The sun was just setting out as she stepped out of her apartment, she quickly keyed the door and hit the road.
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CENTRAL CALIFORNIA*
HIGH COMMISSIONER'S OFFICE _11AM.
Betty had hired a taxi cab, which dropped at the right at the entrance of the commission.
Immediately she stepped out of the taxi cab and onto the sun-kissed pavement, the warm California morning greeted her with a gentle breeze that rustled her ponytail.
The sleek, modern façade of the High Commissioner's Office loomed before her, its glass and steel exterior gleaming in the morning light.
With a confident stride, she made her way towards the entrance, her blood-red hoodie billowing behind her like a crimson cloak.
As she pushed through the doors, she was immediately welcomed by the commissioner's personal assistant, a poised and polished woman with a warm smile.
"Ah, Agent Green, you're right on time," she said, her voice dripping with efficiency.
"The commissioner is waiting for you. Please, follow me." She added turning on her heels as she walked deeper into the building.
Betty quickly fell into step behind the assistant, her eyes scanning the sleek, modern interior of the office building.
They glided past rows of bustling cubicles, the soft hum of computers and muted chatter of office workers creating a soothing background melody.
The assistant led her to a secure elevator, which whisked them up to the top floor with a smooth, silent efficiency.
As the doors slid open, Betty was ushered into the commissioner's office, a spacious, elegantly appointed room with a stunning view of the city skyline.
The commissioner herself rose from behind her desk, a stately woman with a commanding presence and a warm, genuine smile.
"Ah, Ms Green, excellent to see you this morning," she said, her voice firm but friendly.
"Please, do have a seat."
Betty complied, her eyes locked on the commissioner as she settled into the plush leather chair.
The commissioner leaned forward after sinking down into her seat, her eyes glinting with a hint of steel.
"I'm sure you're aware of the mission briefing, Agent Green. You have a reputation for being one of our top operatives, and I have every confidence that you'll get the job done smoothly"
With a swift, calculative motion, the commissioner slid a flight ticket across the desk, the paper whispering softly against the polished wooden table.
" On the ticket is the name and number of another agent over there, he'll help you when you get there, Your destination is Mexico City. You'll be eliminating a very high-priority target, one that has proven... elusive in the past "
Betty's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking to the ticket before returning to the commissioner.
She nodded, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips.
" I understand, ma'am. Count on me, i won't let you down "
The commissioner's eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, as if searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt.
Apparently satisfied when she didn't find any, she leaned back in her chair, a small, crisp smile on her lips.
" I knew I could count on you, Agent Green. You have a reputation for being... creative in your approach. I have no doubt that you'll find a way to eliminate the target, no matter what obstacles you may encounter. I'll be voting for you!! "
With a swift, decisive motion, Betty rose from her chair, her eyes locked on the commissioner.
"I won't disappoint, ma'am," she said, her voice firm and confident.
The commissioner nodded, a small, approving smile on her lips.
" I have every confidence that you won't, Agent. I'll be waiting for the news, You're dismissed "
With a crisp, military-style salute, Betty turned on her heel to strode out of the office.
" Wait!! " The commissioner's voice came and she turned around, gazing back at the commissioner.
" Safe Trip, agent. give me a call when there're any strong challenges, I'll be happy to help "
" I promise to do that, ma'am " Betty replied, nodded at the commissioner before walking out of the office with The soft click of the door closing behind her the only sound breaking the silence.
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MEXICO CITY*
BENITO, INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT _8PM.
" Hello?! Yeah. i just got down from the plane and now I'm getting into a taxi " Betty's voice came, as she could be seen walking towards a taxi driver.
She handed him an address note and slid into the back seat, the driver also slid into the driver's seat and pulled out of the airport driveway.
It was already dark when the plane landed, she had been speaking to Pedro. That's the name of the guy she's going to meet here, she had been speaking to him before boarding the plane.
" Hello??? Dude!!, can you hear me??? " She bellowed to the phone but it seems the network is bad.
" I'll call you, when i get to my hotel room " she said before ending the call.
A few minutes through the drive, the driver picked his phone and placed it on his ear.
"Saludos, mi buen amigo " the driver said, in Spanish, his voice a bit gleaming.
" mi amigo tienes razón, ya la tengo en realidad vamos a ser ricos. Te veré en el lugar, trae a los muchachos, luego se la entregaremos a los escorpiones." He added in Spanish which actually means.
‘ my friend you're right, i have actually got her, the American agent, we're going to be rich. I'll meet you at the place, bring some of the boys, we'll keep her for the night and then hand her over to the scorpions in the morning’
Betty, who heard everything couldn't help it but released a low throaty chuckle.
She had gone to Saudi Arabia to kill not one but twelve sons of an Islamic leader, the Islamic leader is the owner of the most populated and largest mosque in Arabia.
She had eliminated his sons and left Arabia with her head still stuck on her neck, They had wanted her head but it was too bad!!! She's AGENT GREEN and hasn't met a competitor yet.
She slowly took her phone and sent a text message to her new partner, then slid the phone into her bag and crossed her legs, she'll use them to warm up!!
But what does he mean by handing her over to the scorpions, that's the name of Octavio Buena Vista's clan.
Ohhh!! Now his minions are out to get her for putting their leader behind bars, she really wishes she's not on a mission.
She'd have just allowed them to take her to the scorpions and wipe all of them at once from existence.
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RUSSIA_ST. PETERSBURG*
THE KUZNETSOV'S ESTATE_6PM*
at the top hill of Petersburg, the KUZNETSOV'S Estate could be spotted standing out amidst any other estate, a breathtakingly opulent complex that seemed to shimmer and shine like a mirage.
The estate's main gate, a towering structure of golden glass and steel, swung open with a soft whisper, revealing a winding driveway that snaked through the entire property like a serpent.
The driveway was lined with perfectly manicured hedges and towering trees, their branches adorned with glittering strings of fairy lights that cast a magical glow over the entire duplex.
Making way deeper into the estate, the sound of softly burbling fountains and the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air, creating an atmosphere of serene luxury.
The estate itself was a marvel of modern architecture, a sprawling complex of twelve majestic mansions, each one a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship.
The buildings seemed to be crafted from a single piece of golden glass, their walls and roofs glinting like a thousand diamonds in the fading light of the night.
The overall effect was one of awe-inspiring grandeur, a testament to the wealth and power of the Kuznetsov family.
For generations, the Kuznetsovs had been a force to be reckoned with, a family of ruthless and cunning individuals who had built their fortune on a foundation of steel and blood.
They are a clan of mad and insane men and women, each one more brilliant and more brutal than the last.
And yet, despite their reputation for ruthlessness, the Kuznetsovs were a family bound together by a fierce loyalty and a deep devotion to one another.
At the heart of the family was SIR ELIK KUZNETSOV, the Padrino and matriarch of the clan.
A man of immense power and wisdom, SIR Elik is the only person who could command the respect and obedience of his family.
He's a giant of a man, with a fierce gaze and a commanding presence that seemed to fill the very air around him.
And yet, despite his formidable reputation, Sir Elik had always had a soft spot for one member of his family - his beloved grandson, SYNE BRANDON.
Syne is the apple of his eye, the one person who could make him smile and laugh like a man half his age.
Sir Elik had great plans for Syne, plans that would one day see him take his rightful place as the head of the Kuznetsov family.
But for now, Syne was still just a young man, learning the ways of the world and the secrets of his family's business. Even though it seems like he has the world in his grip.
He was a quick learner, however, and Sir Elik had no doubt that he would one day become a worthy successor to the Kuznetsov throne.
*
Seated elegantly in the magnificent living area was none other than SIR ELIK KUZNETSOV, with his regal presence commanding attention without the need for a crown.
His rugged, chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very marble of ancient Greek statues, exuding an aura of power and wisdom that was simply awe-inspiring.
Beside him, sat SYNE BRANDON, his beloved grandson, with an air of quiet confidence.
his own chiseled features and piercing gaze marking him as the most powerful man ever in the family.
Between the two men, Syne seemed different.
He had this daredevil air looming around him, the air that sent chills down the spines of those with weak hearts, which would make them quiver in fear.
The two men were involved in a deep conversation, their voices hushed as they spoke pure Russian, with their gestures a bit animated, they were discussing matters of great importance.
But as they continued discussing, a sudden rustling of silk and a faint feminine perfume wafted through the air, signaling the arrival of a feminine presence.
The men's heads turned in unison, their eyes locking onto the vision of loveliness walking into the living area.
She's Anastasia, Syne's immediate cousin, a ravishing beauty with porcelain skin, raven tresses, and eyes that shone like sapphires in the fading light.
Her slender form was clad in a tight silver gown, its delicate fabric shimmering like moonlight as she moved.
As she approached, her eyes locked on Syne, her eyes burned with a fierce intensity that seemed to scorch the very air around them.
Getting closer, she walked straight towards Syne, her hips swaying seductively, and flung herself into his arms, her body molding itself to his as she buried her face in his chest.
Syne's body stiffened immediately, the air around him changing with his eyes darkening with so much irritation.
Anastasia, who's now seated on his thighs, raised her head from his chest and smiled at him, which he didn't return, only staring Maniacally at her.
There was one thing Syne hated the most, and that was when touched by ' b*tches ' and shet one of them.
As if sensing the sudden change in his aura, she quickly slid off his thighs and took the seat beside him but with her hands still glued to his right thigh.
She turned towards SIR ELIK KUZNETSOV when she felt they weren't alone.
Walking into the hall, her eyes were glued to syne; so she didn't notice any other presence apart from his.
"Blessed evening, Grandfather," she cooed, her words dripping with honey, her eyes locked onto the matriarch.
"I was just too excited to see him after two years; I didn't acknowledge your presence. My apologies, Chief," she said, her voice laced with so much respect.
"On your feet, Anna," Sir Elik mouthed, his eyes fixed into space, and she quickly stood up on her feet while swallowing slightly.
"Who asked you to sit?" Elik asked, his dark orbs shifting towards her, which made her gulp down nothing and start trembling almost immediately.
"I-I..." she stuttered, with no words leaving her mouth, as if they were stuck inside her throat.
She turned towards Syne for help, but he crossed his thighs and snarled, also waiting for her reply.
"ANASTASIA!!! I asked you a question," Elik yelled, his voice vibrating through the whole living room, making her tremble slightly as she balled both fists beside her.
She couldn't utter a word, and she couldn't look him straight in the eyes.
"You don't have any answer, right?" Elik questioned, his eyes showing nothing but emptiness.
"Very well then. As a Kuznetsov, and still acting like an imbecile, you'll serve a punishment. One that will straighten you up"
"Is anyone there?" Elik called out, and almost immediately, two hefty bodyguards walked in.
Anastasia's head snapped towards Syne with pleading eyes, which he completely ignored, as if he was not looking at her.
"Escort the Young Miss to the fountain, help her strip into nothing, and let her dip herself into the cold waters. I want her there till daylight. Maybe by morning, you'll have something to tell me."
"G-Grandpa...please?" Anastasia finally found her voice, but it came out trembling as never before.
The hefty bodyguards swiftly moved towards her and started dragging her out of the living room; even Syne's words were nothing when it came to his grandfather's.
"Ведьма" (Ved'ma) - Elik cursed under his breath as he leaned into the couch he sat on.
("Ведьма" means "witch" in Russian.)
"Old man, that's your granddaughter," Syne sneered, with a dark smirk playing on his lips.
He was someone who doesn't exceed any aura apart from dark and gravity, it's only his grandfather he smiles with.
"That's the reason I want to remove the witch from her!! Forget about her, and tell me. you'll be returning to Mexico tomorrow, right? I want you to Tell your uncle to return back, I want him here with me!!"
" It seems someone is missing his prodigal son, I'll do that! But right now, I'd like to retire to my suite now," Syne said, standing up on his feet.
He bowed slightly to his grandfather before taking soft strides towards the elevator.
As the doors closed behind Syne, Sir Elik's gaze turned back to the bodyguards, who were still dragging Anastasia away.
"Make sure she gets no special treatment, and Laura should not hear about this till dawn" he called out, his voice cold and detached.
The bodyguards nodded and continued to drag Anastasia out of the room, her pleas and struggles growing fainter as they disappeared into the darkness.
SIR Elik leaned back into his couch, his eyes narrowing as he pondered the events that had just transpired.
" puff!! " He puffed out a deep breath with his fingers moving up to his temple and caressing there slightly...