Playing With Fire – CAW 7

*Play with fire, you’ll get burned.*

I was paged over the intercom to go meet Craig, my handler outside The Boss’s office, Lawrence is the director and boss of the The Agency he gives everyone there orders and missions. I arrived and Craig was already there pacing back and forth nervously. He looked up at me, put his hands on my shoulders and told me I would be fine, then opened the door ushering me inside.

I walked in and the door behind me closed as I stood in front of his desk, my hands clasped in front of me nervously. Wearing my exercise outfit and looking scruffy, I felt so intimidated.

‘Well Niki, looks like your turning out to be a great asset to us, you’ve learned everything in the quickest amount of time i have ever experianced….’ he paused

‘I think you are ready.’ he sighed

‘Ready sir? for what?’ I asked unsure

‘For The Test, Niki.’ he said bluntly

All the blood drained from my body at that very moment.

‘I didn’t think that was what I got called down here for. I thought I’d done something wrong or was being retracted from training, Sir.’ I blurted out

‘Go see Olivia, she will brief you and give you your assignment.’ he nodded towards the door

I could not speak. All I could do was nod to everything he was saying.

‘NOW Niki!’ he shouted

I ran to the door, pulling it open to see Craig on the other side still pacing. I hurried out closing the door behind me, leant back against it and took a breath, just as Craig grabbed my arm and pulled me along the corridor to Olivia’s office.

‘Good luck, she’s gonna test you.’ He kissed my cheek as he whispered that in my ear.

I knocked on the door as I watched Craig go back to Lawrence’s office. I knew it was forbidden for two agents to have relations but I really liked Craig. He was in his early thirties, about six foot tall with a six pack to die for, light brown hair, light tan and chocolate brown eyes.

‘Come in Niki.’ her cheery voice called so sweetly.

I opened the door to find a tall redheaded woman in her early thirties standing in front of a huge selection of designer clothes and accessories with a wide smile to greet me, she was wearing a black pencil skirt with a tight white shirt tucked in to it and five inch black patent heels. She was so beautiful standing before me, she wouldn’t be so hard on me, I thought.

‘Come sit here, Niki.’ she placed her well manicured hands on a barbers chair.

I sat down for her, she spun me around to face the mirror and stared at my reflection from behind me with her hands on my shoulders reassuringly.

‘Well I can see why Craig picked you for this mission.’ she smirked. I looked at her as she said that and I furrowed my brow.

‘What is that supposed to mean?’ I asked quizzically

‘Oh nothing.’ she laughed

She started by putting my long luscious chocolate brown hair in rollers then moved on to my make-up matching it against my pale skin and emerald eyes whilst the rollers were in curling my hair. She then went over to the racks of clothing and pulled out a little black dress and said “yes, yes this will do it”. I turned to her to see what she was talking about and gasped at the tiny dress she had picked.

‘That is never going to fit my body!’ I said, shocked that she would pick something so short and tight for a mission.

‘Oh my dear Niki you have much still to learn’ she said patronizingly.

She hung it up and came back over to take the rollers out. She turned me back around to face the mirror to let me see, I looked so different, so mature considering I’m eighteen but I have a baby face.