A/N Edited.

Tyler was approaching our booth. I heard Wade rambling about how Mrs. Grim almost gave him detention the other day. "Yeah, I didn't know I voiced out my thoughts and be loud enough to be heard in class, and she was like–Hey, are you even listening?" I was now shooting daggers at Tyler who was a few feet away from the booth.

"What are you so intently looking at?" He annoyingly asked as he turned to look in the direction I was looking at.

"Tyler, what the fuck are you doing here?" I said in gritted teeth and shooting daggers at him. Wade seemed to be throwing confused looks between the two of us. "That's not a nice way of greeting your fellow agent," Tyler replied smirking. "You should say, 'Hello, how are you?'"

What was he actually doing here? I shot a look at Wade who seemed to be analyzing the situation. What if his assigned mission was to harm Wade? I definitely hope not.

"So, is this your new boy toy?" he said teasingly and glanced up and down at Wade. "Why are you such an ass?" I snapped and stood up from my seat. I had to control myself from throwing a punch. I clench and unclench my fists, my fingers curling up tightly.

"Don't worry, I was just dropping by, Jess," he smirked as he placed his fingers below my chin for me to look up at his ever-familiar brown eyes.

"Don't you dare touch her," Wade shot up from his seat and grabbed Tyler by the collar. I could feel him getting tensed and provoked. Tyler just chuckled and held his hands up in surrender. I could feel Wade resisting the urge to knee him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Hey, I was looking for you guys, Your orders are at the table––Oh," Cameron said but didn't finish his sentence. He seemed to realize what was happening because he glanced at me and Wade who seemed to be close to throwing punches, and Tyler and the other guy with smirks plastered on their faces. Wade let go of his collar.

"Thanks," Tyler replied and looked at Cameron's nameplate which was part of the uniform, "Cameron," He just nodded. "We'll definitely see each other more often, Jessi," Tyler winked as they returned back to their booth.

I sighed in relief and took a seat down. I looked at Cameron and he seemed to be in deep thought. I cleared my throat, trying to think of what to say, but Cameron broke the silence first. "I have to get back to work, enjoy your meal," He said awkardly and skated back to the counter to serve the other tables.

"Who were those people?" Wade asked as he shot daggers at the back of Tyler's head.

"Let's just say that they are very bad people," I grumbled as I took a sip of my strawberry milkshake. I definitely had to tell M&Ms of this encounter. A second encounter is definitely no coincidence.

I have to know what those agents are up to.

Just as on cue, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked up to see two new notifications.

SIA App: 2 New Notifications

1 New Mission: See Case #5172

My eyebrows shot up. You could already tell the case by just looking at the numbers. We usually have codes for cases, the first number of each case was the basis. Five meant that this involved kidnapping and abduction. The case I took on before was nine, which was about file transmission and transport.

I read up the case and said that the son of the W-J company was recently abducted.

I heard my phone buzz and looked up to see the caller ID, Restricted number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jess, have you read the case report?" A familiar voice asked. It was a good friend of mine, Justin. He's one of the best agents in the kidnapping and abduction department.

"Yeah, is this one right now?"

"Yes, the son of the W-J company was recently abducted, we have located where the victim is. You were the nearest agent and we really need to get him out of there as soon as possible. They have started to demand a big amount of money as ransom," He explained.

"Where?"

"I'll send you the full address." Excitement rose up in my veins as my heart beat faster. I knew that they always hired secret services to address this situation because these situations do not leave with the good press once it reaches the police and journalists. Rich people really had a big influence on stocks.

"Are you going somewhere?" I forgot Wade was with me. I should make sure to drop him off first before going to my house to change and grab weapons.

We drove back to his house. "I have to go, Wade," I said as we both got out of the car and motioned for him to go inside his home.

"Do you have a mission thingy?" Wade curiously asked. I just nodded and looked at my phone. The address was already sent to me. "Can I come?" Wade asked like he was a six-year-old boy asking his father to let him tag along in the office.

"No." I grab the car keys and started the ignition. Just as I was about to drive away, Wade jumped inside the passenger seat.

"What the hell? Get out," I groaned. He didn't bulge. "You don't even know how to knock off the daylights of a living person! How can you come?! Get out of the car," I annoyingly stated and glared at him. "Now."

He doesn't seem affected by my glare. I glanced at the time and I only had a few hours before the operation goes south. I quickly drove back home.

After changing into black pants and a jacket, I put on my glasses and cap. Before I'm good to go, I grab a Beretta M9A3 and placed it on the belt of my jeans. I hope I won't have to use this, I thought.

As soon as I step out of my house, I saw Wade holding back a laugh examining me from head to toe. "What are you wearing?"

"None of your business. Wipe that off your face."

"It is my business since you're my bodyguard," he replied, raising his eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "This is a different case." I rolled my eyes because he was annoying and I might be too late.

"Where are we going?" he asks.

"Somewhere not interesting," I reply already annoyed, let's not drag him into this mission because if he is, there might be unexpected events coming. Ugh.

I was running out of time. I mean I was wasting time, it was already quarter to ten. I quickly regained posture and drove the car to the driveway. I input the address on the GPS and it said that it would take approximately an hour and thirty minutes to reach the destination. I'll try making it an hour. Pressing the accelerator hard with my foot, I started to drive.

"Could you slow down?!" Wade shouts as he grabbed the car handle like his life depended on it and I decided to ignore him. "You do know that its past the speed limit right?!"

There are not that much police active at this time of the night so no one could probably catch me. "Eh. Don't care."

I could feel that the kidnappers and attackers are expecting someone to retrieve the kid they are holding as hostage. They are just doing this for money and power. It was always like that. It was like there was some mastermind that's controlling these people like puppets.

People like these tend to become jealous of other people to have something they don't. Take money for example, not all people are stinkin' rich and some envy them and because they want to have what the person has, they tend to do bad things to get what they want.

Mostly envy for money and power is the root cause of most cases like this.

I'm not saying that people with no money do bad stuff. What I mean is that people who has been emotionally taken over tend to resort to doing the bad things, whether your rich or not, powerless or not.

"I swear, you are going to be the death of me." I heard Wade say. "Can I at least turn the radio on?"

Well that's the least thing I expected in this situation. I looked at him curiously and asked, "I thought you were scared of radios?"

"What? How did you come up with that conclusion?" He asked, both eyebrows scrunched up. Uh, hello? He was the one who shut me out right after the 'turn off the damn radio' shenanigan earlier. I rolled my eyes and pressed the radio and the song that came on was 'Wildest Dreams' by Taylor Swift.

My eyes squinted because of the song booming on, don't get me wrong, I like Taylor Swift and her songs but the song isn't just appropriate for this moment.

As I was about to press it again to turn on the next channel, Wade swatted my hands as I reach for the 'next' button.

Oh so he's a Swiftie? I held back a laugh as I steal a glance at him tapping to the beat and humming.

Yep, definitely a Swiftie.

"Are we there yet?" he asks like he's so desperate to get there. It's not like he'll go out with me, in the context of this current mission, I mean.

"Shut up."

"So, what's the plan? What are we going to do?" he asked as he clasped his hands together. So he even thinks that he's involved, when in fact, he should be cozying up in the bed at this point of time!

"It's not 'we', only 'I'," I snapped at him hoping it would shut him up.

"Can I join?" If only you knew how to beat people up and whatnot, I would think about it, but you don't! I roll my eyes at that. Jeez, this becoming a habit.

"Stop asking questions! Shut up or I'll leave you by the sidewalk," I say as I drive the car to the side. I know I'm bluffing but I just really want him to shut the hell up. My mom sometimes does that to shut me up and its somewhat effective.

"Walk on your way home," I muttered as I grip the steering wheel tightly.

"I'll tell mom that my oh-so-bodyguard left me in the middle of–" he looked around, "–nowhere," he says, arms crossed, with a flat look.

"Are you threatening me?" I say with so much venom in my voice and because of this, Wade's eyes grow bigger for a split second and has been immediately replaced by deep blue cold ones. "Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!" he replied sarcastically. I look at my watch and it was around eleven. Damn, I don't have much time, talking to this bastard leads me to wasting more time.

*****

We arrived 1 mile away from the actual location. I looked around the area and happened to see a man holding a bat on the entrance of the junkyard. Talk about obvious. I turn to face a clueless Wade.

I put on my earpiece and glasses. "About time we heard from you, Jess!" Martha's voice boomed on the earpiece. "Please don't kill me," was the first thing I said to them.

"You're definitely in trouble," Mark stated. I gave the other piece to Wade for communication.

"Nice to finally meet you, Wade. I'm Martha, the one on the other line is Mark," Martha greeted.

"Hello," Wade replied shyly. "Do me a favor, if you want to survive, please lock the doors, don't make a single noise and bow down so that you don't get seen on the window," I say as I ready myself with some weapons.

"Later, when you see me running towards the car, you drive, you'll be the getaway driver," I explained. I park the car in front of an innocent 24-hour Walmart store (as much as it is tempting to go in there, I prevented myself), and Wade had his eyebrows scrunched up.

"So now he's the getaway driver?" Martha asked and I could definitely feel one of her eyebrows raised up.

"You're really leaving me, aren't you?" Wade asked in a tone that we both the answer to.

"Uh yeah? You're the getaway driver. I'll be back, trust me," I replied as I give him a genuine smile, assuring him that, of course, I would be back. I place my pocket pistol on the right side belt and a knife on the other. I hide the extra bullets in my combat boots. I see from my peripheral vision that his eyes widen.

"Good luck," Wade says as he looked at me with full of concern. I just smile at him again in reply, reassuring him I'll be fine. Nothing could possible go wrong. Right?

"Aww, I ship," Martha said. "Agreed," Mark added.

"Shut up, we can both hear you, you know," I said. Wade just chuckled.

"Yep, that's why we said it. Ah, love is in the air, and it's not even Feb yet," Martha says. I can feel her smiling at thought. Sheesh. I ignore that last comment and get out of the car.

Quietly making my way towards the entrance, I decided to go by the other side. As silent and unnoticeable as a cat, I successfully make my way in.

"That wasn't that hard at all," I said happily while I take out my gun. I suddenly felt something cold on my temple. I sighed, I stopped what I was doing and looked tiredly at the man.

I knew it, it was always like this. It had to be easier to get in, harder to get out. "Ha! I knew it, give me my 20 bucks," I heard Mark in my earpiece. They actually made a bet on whether or not I'll be caught!

"Who are you?" A man in a polo shirt and worn up pants, probably in his forties, asked.

I looked around the place, it was a cold breezy night, the light swaying up above the factory nearly gave me chills. I glanced at the kid. He looked very terrified tied up in that chair with his mouth covered with a handkerchief. Poor kid, he will probably be, scratch that, he will be traumatized after this whole situation.

The place was surrounded by big brown wooden barrels of god knows what.

I slowly raised my hands up in surrender, not until I quickly got his hand and brought it far from my face and elbowed his nose. I kicked him in the groin and roundhouse kicked him to the grown as he laid down on the floor, groaning.

Two more men, with a metal pipe and bat, came out from the dark on the far left corner of my vision.

Another came from the south and went to the kid.

"I'll kill him if you move one more time!" he shouts as he held up a gun straight to his temples. I snorted.

What a nice way to bluff. I've had enough of it for the day. He won't kill him. Evaluating the situation, I know that without the kid, he won't be able to get his dear money. If he kills the kid, he would be traced easily and will be thrown in our agency prison where he'll be investigated until his flesh rots, cruel I know.

And happy to say, my lips stretches to a smirk, I definitely know what I'm doing.

A/N
Halloooo! I'm very sorry for the long wait ✌️ and I'm also changing the cliche title, "Agent Undercover" to "I'm Not Who I Am" !!

How innocent could Wade get? Where's the 'I'm a bad boy because bad boys are cool' image he was possessing earlier? Maybe he wasn't actually a bad boy?

Picture of James (W-J Company's heir) in the media bar above ❤️

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