The Agent's Priority

C9

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes"

"Definitely"

"This mustache is pretty itchy..." Timothy whined "I'm gonna take it off"

I snap my head towards him and gave him a warning glare as I tip my shades down "No."

He sighed as if in pain and brought down his hand reluctantly

"There are a bunch of soldiers, agents, and cops around us already... I don't see the reason why I still need to wear this hideous disguise" he complained disgust coloring his mustached features

"Despite all the many possible risks we agreed to let you go to the mall—"

"Which was supposed to be with my friends"

"We're your friends, anyways we only agreed if you'll listen and oblige to everything that we sa—"

"I'll listen if its really necessary, like life and death situation" He waves his hands frantically

"Yes, and wearing a disguise and an itchy mustache is one of those things" I shrugged

"Suck it up buttercup" I ankle bump with Lance whose on the other side of Timothy causing our clumsy client to stumble on his steps

We agreed to let him go to the mall, secretly without his friends and with us instead and since we're his undercover cousins it won't be suspicious

And with an extra group of security measures for safety precautions

The disguise is not that necessary but where's the fun in that?

He's wearing an ugly hawaiian shirt, a black jacket with the hoodie on that covers half and the sides of his face, a big sunglasses and lastly the fake curly hairy mustache and a bulletproof vest under his clothing

"Why do you guys get to dress casually and I can't?" He frowned "I thought I'd get to look like a mysterious looking ninja or some kind of cool but shady mysterious dark looking guy"

"—I look like a freaking hobo for fuck's sake!"

I nod at a sales lady as she scrunch up her nose in confusion at Timothy's "hobo" appearance

"Act normal." I grumbled linking my arm with his and pull him to the direction of Burger King

"I am acting normal!" He whisper-yelled at me "what I look in this shit is not normal"

Together we walk towards the cashier as Lance went to find us a booth

"Hello what can I get you?" an asian girl chriped eyeing Timothy weirdly before smiling at me

"A bucket of spicy chicken wings , 1 bacon double cheeseburger and—" I turn to him

"A whopper jr with extra veggies" he ordered pointing at the screen with the menu

"all with medium fries, onion rings, chicken nuggets and a large coke—"

"Mine would orange juice"

"Really?" I answered incredelously

"Basketball remember? Wouldn't want my babies disappearing on me" He brought his arm up flexing his muscle which wasn't visible due to his loose shirt