[MC #5] Biker's Nemesis

Part 2

Nadia

It takes a couple of weeks to prepare for the mission. I can't just go there and expect the best, so I get a fake identity, a fake name 'Agnes Creett', which is actually an anagram of 'secret agent'. My boss thought it would be funny. I don't agree. Even an idiot can put letters in a different order and figure this out.

Or not.

I give this riddle to one of my colleagues and ask him to see if this name means something. He struggles for three whole hours with it then tells me he doesn't get it.

I thought he'd succeed, considering he's supposed to be a smart guy.

After checking with everyone at the station, I conclude that all of my coworkers are idiots. Only Zack manages to figure it out, though it still takes him over half an hour.

I did it in twenty seconds when my boss showed me my new papers.

Who the fuck am I working with?

I manage to find a place to stay in Walford, where the bikers are, but the price is horrendous, so I ask my boss to support me with the 'operational funds'. He refuses to spend more than necessary on me, and pretty much tells me to ask the bikers for help. In his words, it's the best way to catch their attention.

Yeah... right. Because they're fucking saints who'd give their money to anyone who asks them for it.

They're not.

And my job is to prove it.

The day I'm supposed to leave to Walford comes way too quickly for my taste. I haven't even patched things up with my brother and I'm supposed to leave for God knows how long. What if he gets in trouble during my absence? What if something happens to him? I don't want us to separate while we're on bad terms. Who knows what can happen...

I try calling my little brother one more time, while Zack brings his stuff over to my house. I agreed to rent it out to him since I didn't want my place to become a fucking flophouse for my brother's buddies, so he's moving in now. My belongings are already packed into my car and I'm about to go on my way, but first I want to try contacting my brother.

He doesn't pick up.

I text him that I won't be in town for some time, not giving him any details as they are confidential, then ask him to call me. I stare at the small 'delivered' icon on the screen for what feels like forever, but it never changes into 'read'.

He's trying to wait it out. It's not the first time he's done that. Whenever he does something I don't like and we argue about it, he leaves and doesn't come back until I yield first. He's been like this since we were children, but I never thought he'd keep it up until adulthood. Even yesterday, he tried to guilt-trip me into apologizing first, saying he doesn't have any money of food left and has nowhere to stay.

And now he doesn't even read my texts. Brat.

Too bad for him that I won't be asking him to come back home anytime soon. I won't even be here.

"I think that's all for now," Zack grunts as he puts a huge box on the floor then stretches tiredly and I wince when his back cracks loudly. "You know, my mother is really unhappy that you agreed to this." I figured she'd be.

"Will she chase me all the way down to Walford to yell at me for taking her precious son away?"

"I'm not sure," he smirks teasingly. "She just might. But first, she'll come here to see if I'm not starving without her."

"Then make sure the fridge is empty when she comes over," I joke, knowing how overbearing Zack's mother can be. If she sees he has nothing to eat, she'll bring him a truckload of food then watch him eat until he bursts.