I'm Not Special, I'm Just Unlucky

Chapter 12 - Two People in One Day

Anna Camp as Lilly Donovan

My eyes snapped open a minute before the alarm clock for six o'clock rang. The sun had just rose and birds were already chirping. Knowing that no one would be up for at least another hour, I soundlessly went over to the closet and began to put together a fresh new suit. The dress pants, black collar shirt, jacket; abruptly, I decided against it. Dressing like an agent would make people suspicious. It would get me killed even before I had a chance to take out my gun. I decided to ditch the formal wear and slip on a black, underarmour t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. As I finished my normal morning routine, my phone suddenly buzzed. A message from the Captain.

Two HIT team squads en route to safe house. Approximate arrival: 0800. Be ready by then.

I shut off my phone and recalled what the Captain told Victoria yesterday, Captain ordered us reload and recharge. Reload and recharge as in restock our gear and rest up. If there was anything I learned about being in the Enterprise, it's that every safe house was built using guns and grenades. I went down to the kitchen and flipped open the oven. Sure enough, I found myself staring at boxes of ammunition neatly stacked. The drawer next to the oven was a display of firearms. I smirked and ditched my current, half empty pistol for two slick black Desert Eagles. Catching my eyes on a Smith&Wesson 500 Magnum, I took the bad boy out and smiled: Shen was going to love this.

Handguns weren't the only guns in store for us. I walked over to the fridge; unlike any other refrigerators, this one required a fingerprint scan and voice recognition to open. Yeah, there was definitely something stored in here. I pressed my thumb against the small interface and spoke:

"Henry Kingston. Company Romeo Hotel Nine-One."

The fridge beeped and the electronic voice declared: "Confirmed."

As soon as the door unlocked, I felt like a child on the morning of Christmas. The interior of the fridge was decorated with Satan's weapons. From the rocket launcher, Duke's soulmate, to Samantha's favorite sniper rifle, the McMillan TAC 50, my Desert Eagles suddenly felt puny compared to these. I was in the middle of attaching a laser pointer on my Eagles when I heard the front door open.

In came Shen (told you, this guy never sleeps) carrying bags of Chinese takeout. He nodded at me when suddenly, he saw the arsenal of weapons. Shen's eyes widens, his jaw dropped, and the first words that came out of his mouth were:

"God."

I chuckled, "Beautiful isn't it?"

"Indescribably gorgeous."

"Hey." I picked up the Magnum 500 and tossed it over to the Legend.

He caught it without a problem and smiled widely, "Did you unlock all the other weapons yet?"

I knew what he was hinting at. For the next hour, Shen and I went on an Easter egg hunt for all the weapons concealed in the house. The safe house was literally a magic genie lamp. Any gun you can think of, it's got it. In fact, the weapons were hidden so cleverly, you'd find weapons hidden in places you could never possibly have thought of. Heck, Shen found a whole family of grenades hidden inside the apples and oranges in the fruit basket. Yes, inside the fruit. The Legend almost shattered his teeth while biting into an apple; that's how we found out grenades were molded inside the fruit. Honestly, I'm pretty sure half agents who died on the field were from Enterprise-related causes, not enemy bullets.

By the time it was about seven, Shen and I had burned through two boxes of fried rice and practically flipped the whole house upside down. At this point, I don't think we were trying to equip ourselves with weapons anymore, we just wanted to find all the presents that were hidden. The cupboards were plastered with knives, which Victoria would die to get her hands on, and Eva's Glock 20, deemed 'the cartridge the FBI couldn't handle', were hidden inside a bunch of enclosed banana peels.