NUMBER TWO

　　CODENAME: JUDITH

　　STATUS: ACTIVE, ON DUTY

　　LOCATION: SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

　　The target was Morly Adcock, the cyber security millionaire. I was in his favourite club; terrible, overpriced, hipster place that it was. Standing at the bar with the shy Asian look going on because our intel says he`s into the exotic submissive` type.

　　I know, tech bro is a racist piece of shit, what a shocker.

　　I sighted him through the crowd and I had my cleavage out so I knew it was only a matter of time before he noticed me. When I did catch his eye I gave him a shy girl flick. That`s when you see them spot you looking, you blush and look down at your drink, then look back up, flick your hair, smile a tiny bit and then hide behind your fringe.

　　He sauntered over, trying to look casual, and offered to buy me a drink. I asked for a Black Russian in my best generic Eastern European accent, the one with the random English-is-not-my-first-language pauses.

　　He bought me a drink and one for himself and I spun out my cover story about being stood up and we swapped isn`t modern dating horrible` stories and he tried to match me drink for drink.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

　　Once again the British Army issue liver is undefeated. He called for a car but by the time it got to his place I had to help` him inside.

　　It was a smart house. Everything inside had biometric locks, all keyed to him. The safe, the fridge, the home entertainment system, all his tech kit, all of it required him, with a pulse. None of it required him to be awake. It`s a good thing that he`s one of those too important to waste my precious time on food` types. I had to drag the lanky dickhead all over the house, unlocking everything, so I could get the details of his new Cryptex programme back to HQ. That`s why he was with me in his office when my phone went off.

　　And yes, of course I had it on silent, but I had it set to vibrate and it was on his glass desk. It made this horrible chattering noise, vibrated over to the metal desk lamp and started ringing it like a fucking bell. It was one of the most annoying things I`ve ever heard and I`ve heard the boss sing.

　　I grabbed the phone and I read ACHILLES IS DOWN. RECALLED TO LONDON. IMMEDIATE. HIGH PRIORITY.` And just then the arsehole woke up.

　　I didn`t kill him. I wanted to. I really fucking wanted to. Instead I climbed into his lap and started undressing him, and kissing him at the same time, but awkwardly, like a drunk. So awkwardly that I accidentally` elbowed him in the face and knocked him out.

　　I stripped him and put him to bed with some lipstick smeared on his dick. Then I left him a nice note about having to leave for an early start with an illegible phone number on it. I put everything back where it was supposed to be and I was in the air on the way back before he woke up.

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　　Number Two drained the last of the drink that she`d been sipping as she spoke. Seven refilled it for her. She took the bottle from him and looked around the room. Number Three was holding a fresh glass out.

　　`May as well do this in order,` he said as Number Two poured.