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âNo, you canât blame me for thisâ, Maisie threw out some heavy accent, but in honesty it was her Australian trying incredibly hard to blend into a fake British kind. She caressed his cheek just behind his hand, done with such prowess, she snuck the move right between his wrists. âYou know the cats, they get this way. Natural, all naturalâ, she seemed flustered as she tried desperately to convince him not to swipe her hand away, with a quite a pretty expression on her face.
âJust how much ice cream did you feed themâ, Rizalino almost appeared to be crying with all that shock roaming his eyes, as he stepped back, jaw agape. A nice panicked gasp of possible screaming terror came about, as he turned to the counter top. His hands sprang out, palms up, fingers begging to the air for reasoning and some sort of calamity aversion.
âOnly a little, but they seemed to really like itâ, Her little squeal kind of brought a half believable tone to her voice, but then it went south from there or rather doubtful and not to be relied upon.
Rizalino picked through not one, not two, but three empty cartons of ice cream, ofcourse the bases were not even gleaming with melted left overs; licked up every drop. The tips of his ring finger and thumb clasped upon the carton ridge, hand trembling as he peered to the side at the noise his kittens were making during Maisie and Rizalinoâs conversation.
âYou donât deserve to bounce around free, there is something not right with your self-controlâ, He gathered her hand, his finger tips along knuckles and there under. Rizalino reached for the back of his shirt with his other hand, and enclosed her wrists in the cuffs fetched at his rear pants pocket.
âAre we playing naughty cop, bad girlâ, Maisie gave a sensual giggle before she licked her lips from the corner, âmmâ. Her eyes widened, climbing up the route of all shame, she was pleading with quivering lips and subtle unwilling to be barred away nods, âYou canât be seriousâ. She grasped at his heart, with her profoundly tender tone, caring and affection showering through her touch upon his wrist and softly down the top of his hand, âto the bed please, not to the doorâ.
Maisieâs come on was interrupted and sorely mistaken as Rizalino guided her out the house. Her short period of intense emotional and limb activity of a specific entreating kind, was dominated by the newly conversion in her minds voice to an irrational or loving concept. The idea was his sudden lifting of her body off the ground into his arms felt nice, in her thought it was good to be there, even if this was something else for him.
Rizalino glanced down for a moment, when her cute whimpers had quieted down to absolute silence. âwhat were you freaking for? Iâm not a copâ. He didnât bother to open the car door, with her little curled form and her face nestling to his chest, he pulled her to a distance and lowered her into the seat through the passenger window.
As Rizalino stepped around the front hood, and entered the Lotus Elise, Mairie repositioned her self ,and slipped her cuffed wrists under her butt. He noticed her playing her toes in piano key manner across her cuffs, while he started the engine. âCan you do a little favor? Or a big one depending on how cross the froggie you are.â
âIâm not letting you go free, we went over this already, you are unfit for societyâ
âThatâs not true, we did not agree on that; I can dispute and I shall.â Mairie gently shifted her feet under her bum, rose to turn along upon her knees, and tossed her arms around his neck. With a brief giggle she leaned in to his ear, âPlease go to Miss Waerblith house, she needs help with the Groundsell ladsâ, she smiled perfectly, gleaming with lasciviousness, exulted for showing him his presentmentâs lack of good sense.
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Rizali popped the key into the cuffs, releasing Mairie, and quickly opened his sun visor, dropping a pair of cuff from behind the shield. He snatched them out the air, and locked one end to Mairieâs wrist as she was unexpectedly happy to be out of the other pair. âUm, why did you switch out the cuffs?â, She had her gaze on the key, her little pout turning to a smile, as she carefully reached for it. Rizali snapped the cuffs to his steering wheel, clutching the key in a closed fist just as the metal and skin grazed Mairieâs touch.
âThose are my favorite cuffsâ, His eyes glanced at the steering wheel as he responded, and then he faced her slipping in a wink before he exited the car, heading to the Groundsellâs front porch.
Waerblith let him in the house as he arrived at the door, her tone was quite spastic and then it saturated of intensity not short of stern, âLook, they were doing cocaine, and they were beating each otherâs heads apart⊠but but, theyâre better now. Boys the cops are here, you need to behave or youâre going to jailâ
â you cant use it for that, they donât make em for tool purposesâ, the Groundsell father knocked his knuckles on his sonâs head, as Rizali stepped through the house and spotted the two out in the backyard.
âI made it myself, I want to use it for somethingâ, the son descended into a romantic engagement, his sappy expression beaming, culminating with that soft grip he held his craft by.
âok, go ahead try it your way! If it breaks, donât make another one!â
âanother hound or the.. â, The son stroked and patted his iron cast hound like it was a good little puppy.
âwhat are you two building?â, Rizaliâs eyes seemed to sink back into his head as he looked over the bazaar chair like object before them, it had horribly placed nails with bent ends all throughout the support segments.
âwell itâs a swing set with a bench, canât you tellâ, the father sprayed a generous amount of oil rust protection into his sonâs ear. âhis fault the thing looks like an electric chairâ
âum, ehem, the bench isnât suppose to have .. legs, the swing frame .. guh, I mean the standing frame, it needs the legs, not the bench partâ, as Rizali spoke, the son was using the paw of his iron hound to attempt at prying the nails out of their warped positions wrapped along the bench legs.
âyou are so coked up, have you considered giving your brains a wash? work some selsun blue deep deep in your brain cellsâ
âwell did we call the cops on ourselves ?â, the father unleashed another cloud of rust protection into the corner of his sonâs eye.
The son grunted in pain, as he brushed over his eye with the top of his wrist joint, âI donât think so, dadâ
âThatâs right, now bog offâ
âerm, im just going to excuse myself from this situation â , Rizali gazed concernedly as he walked very small steps backwards. When he was sure they were not paying attention, Rizali grabbed the fatherâs neck, spinning him around as he dragged the manâs face into his hard punch, âwhy donât you tell me who your drug contact isâ.
Blood streamed from the fathers nasal, as he confessed, he wasnât in the mood to fight and knew his own conditions limits, âHeâs a chippy in Hucculecote here in Gloucester, Sadie Meathâ.
âHave you really taken a gander at Sadie. Your contact is a tomboy, sheâs a girl, you barmyâ, Rizali set the father about himself, after slapping the cuffs on him. When he walked to Waerblith, Rizali held out the key to the wife as she shook, âdonât worry really call anyone on them, relax, Iâm not a copâ
Once she accepted the key, he returned to the Lotus, with Mairie kicking the steering wheel, â So did you give yourself some thought, maybe you could leave the pursuing up to me?â
âI hate youâ, Mairie slanted her eyes at him as he sat in his seat, she enjoyed being trapped at his mercy, but she was bothered by him not getting his kink on with her.
âyou hate meâ, Rizali laughed under his whimsical sigh. âReally, is that why you break into my house every time I pull in the drive wayâ.
âYouâve done the hang out routine so many times, I feel like I know you as the other pet I didnât buy from the shopâ, Pretending like he didnât know what he was doing, as he drove to his assignment, Rizali placed his hand over Mairieâs since she was still attached to the steering wheel.
Was Deputy director Eanruig to that direction or the other, no telling if the guy was spying on Rizali; oh he wanted so badly to abandon this case. He gulped a little on the rift about bringing Mairie along, she had that vibe, like things were going to get pash stifling and toss hot in this car whether he willing participated or not. âCan you stop, and let me off where ever a ladies room isâ, Bewilderment settled in, there wasnât any danger from the assignment target, but seriously if he saw Mairie drifting from the living, it wasnât going to be easy to do this. âMairie, I have to go, be careful minxâ, Even though she consciously exited the car, she stood aching for him to waiting there when she returned, she knew he wouldnât, and thatâs what exposed the emotions.
âDamn girl, did It hurtâ, the voice carried from the most awkward British impression of a ghetto boy, he stood there with his crooked cap and baggy clothes, his head swerving as checked her out from side to side.
âwhat hurtâ, Mairie sounded very sassy with him, thinking he was implying she just got rejected.
âwhen you fell from heaven, cause it looks like you fell face firstâ
Rizali picked out one of his back up guns from the center consoles storage compartment, made sure it was loaded. Aiming out the passenger window he blasted the ghetto manâs neck, sending him screaming and flopping to the ground. âAww man, Iâm going to die from this aint Iâ, the Britt quieted down, as he peered at everyone around him, his hand clasped to his neck. He sat up nervously as realized he was not bleeding from the rubber bullet, and the girl smiled passionately to the driver in the lotus, pleased by Rizaliâs brash reaction.
Speeding off down the street, Rizalino slowed the Lotus to a stop a few blocks passed. The world of England seemed a bit darker, death dropping chains from its scythe, trying to draw individuals into a connection, and send them attracted at the kill point of a group in a single claim.
A man lowering closer and closer to the end of his rope, step by step, a noose decorating his throat; he could reach the bottom, adieu life. The poor saps misery controlled every detail in his voice and expression, the way his face and arms slammed against his steering wheel one after the other, âI didnât mean to get fired, I didnât do anything to upset themâ.
His eye lids sealed in suffering, those self-esteem nodes crushed so evidently in his next expression; the tone of his wife challenging his flaw, tearing at him for the meaning of his job loss. âHe pitched my idea, and he did it betterâ.
His fingertips pinched along the bridge of his nose where his eye corners meet, the next question was to be expected, and it surmised the guilt of taking responsibility for his decision, âI knew he could do it, so I gave him my pitch, and helped him with all the informationâ.
Honor was at stake, and it was unjust, his wifeâs accusation a typical one, âNo he was not trying to keep credit away from me. We didnât know the boss would ignore our team work, and deem me a liabilityâ.
Her voice blasted into every measure of his car, âTHEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU APPLY FOR THE JOB! IF YOU WERE GOING TO QUIT, THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME YEARS AGO, HOW PATHETIC YOUR ABILITY TO PUT FORTH EFFORT IS!â
âBecause I can contribute wonderful ideas, that is why I took the job. I donât have to be the best man on earth, why canât any one understand that. I donât have to be the prize everyone will praise you for. Why canât I just exist as me? why canât you appreciate that I feel affection toward you even though you are not so tolerable and magnificent.â
It could have been by instinct, some desperate milliseconds of his will to die, but as a wild Jaguar XK shot toward the Lotus, the wailing man drove his car in between the collision. Several pound pieces of machinery screeched along the street upon their tires, glass and blood mixed, as Rizalinoâs lotus caught the two cars piled up together. Horrified by his near astonishingly good health, Cadda slammed his fist into the front window, finalizing the death of the glass from the present cracks. He pulled himself over the front wheel, hands pressing into the shards, and slumped over on the car hood. His phone laid under the brake pedal with the barking mad womanâs voice on the fritz.
âDonât you know how to drive !â, the violence seeded in this manâs words startled Cadda, but not so much as the way the stranger grabbed Caddaâs face. His cheek skin ached under the strangerâs considerably tight grip. After a few wide heavy tugs of his cheeks in various directions, Caddaâ crawled along the hood, his body bruising as he was yanked to the ground. Caddaâs back took the brunt of his body being forced to the car grill and bumper, at instant his pants were having a diaper issue. The strangerâs face was hidden behind a wax nasty mask, as the manâs eyes were staring into Caddaâs soul, figuring out the slight smile in corner of Caddaâs lips.
âYou will never die peacefullyâ, He thrusted his fist into Caddaâs collar bone, then dropped low on bent knees, and rose with one sharp left leg strike to Caddaâs gut. Palm nearly kissed skin with forearm as Rizali twisted and bent the strangerâs wrist in on itself, by applying pressure to the hand and the elbow of the same limb. Swift kicks from Rizali to both left and right popliteal fossa, brought the stranger to his knees upon the ground. Cadda scampered up and rushed off to the Jaguar XK, he found the keys nicely inserted in the ignition slot, convenient and blessed for more than him.
âYour current assignment doesnât give you much practice, but I know youâve kept yourself trained with other callsâ, it wasnât the strangerâs words that peeked an interest in Rizali, hindering him from slamming the manâs nose into the car until he went unconscious; no something more simple than that froze his actions, the explainable. The man cackled so skillfully, a bleaker dread couldnât have been created, as he stealthily retrieved his concealed gun.
âCharming, which facility did you break out of fugitive?â, Rizali reached for his side arm shock pistol, but a bullet punctured into the muscle of where his neck and shoulder meet. His body tilted back as he removed all his weight and limbs from the strangerâs personal space, he clamped his opposite hand to the bleeding wound immediately. âHaaa, fuck, like a true fugitiveâ, Rizaliâs legs gave way as he was struck in the ankle with a forceful kick, his chest and stomach sucked up the impact of the ground.
âDid you think I would come after the law with out .. oh yes, thatâs right , youâre not a copâ, The man mimicked Rizaliâs classic phrase with a near comparison, just before he disappeared on the other side of the Jaguar XK that drove over Rizali, the underside barely missing the agentâs skull as he watched on.
With the stranger pinned between two car bumpers, Cadda breathed heavily and screamed for all to best recognize, âI AM NOT YOUR HONEY BUNNYâ! Caddaâs eyes shifted side to side, as he realized he had not crashed the car into his wife, but the stranger instead, either way a bully got some.
Eanruig the Scottish leader of rizaliâs Interpol branch, stood at the foot of his bed, when he awoke in the Winfield Gloucester hospital. Peaceful negotiations were not making themselves available, but Rizali wasnât going to take a stuffing, not after he considered this event an important task. âThe suspect in your shooting goes by the name Dissanayake according to him. The reports say he takes on the name of a random city. He has popped up in other countries before, but we have no identity yet. Heâs been recognizable by his tall stature and that back coat he wears, along with large amounts of wax on his face. Agent Rizalino, is there a reason you have a bullet from another assignment in your scalene muscles?â, Eanruig obviously pulled that information out the paper work he was flipping through, of the folder within his grasp. âCome on, the guy Iâve been tracking has never done anything remotely criminal, let alone break anything national or federal enforced. I should not be on this caseâ
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Location: Lyons, France
Time: 13:20, DST +1 hour
Director Oscar Littman's Office
Karl balanced her self in the leather swivel chair a few seconds just after she got an intercom call direct from the Director's secretary. She sucked in some air and exhaled out loudly- whoever said that taking deep breaths can release tension is one big liar. It didn't help Karl at all. In fact, it was like her heart beat had doubled this time. She cleared her throat and looked at her reflection in the small vanity mirror she kept on her desk. Good thing the office in Lyons provided cubicles for each agent's privacy or people would have nicknamed her Mirror Mirror on the Wall with her habit of checking her reflection like every 10 minutes or so.
Karl couldn't help but be vain- she wasn't like this during high school. She's one of those late bloomers who never got a date until she left college. Her boobs decided to show up late while her curves came in much later. She was in a very awkward stage of long legs and toned muscles during her whole high school life as well as half of her college life. So invitations to prom and movie dates were non existent.
She decided to finally stand up and face the world- well okay, just her boss. But he is in fact the controller of her world since she got assigned to Interpol. All she wanted was to become an FBI Agent but somehow the whole universe disagreed and placed her into becoming an Interpol Agent. Good call for most people but not for Karl- she suffers from separation anxiety and is missing her whole family back in New Jersey big time.
With shaking hands and cold sweat, she closed her cubicle door behind her and walked towards the Director's office. The soles of her shoes created a squeaky and annoying sound that filled her ears together with the tapping of the keyboards and awkward silences coming from busy individuals in the headquarters.
Turning left down the hallway then right towards the lift, she pressed the floor of her destination and waited. She exited and turned left and now faced Director Littman's office door. She knocked and was greeted by her secretary who was probably the same age as the head. "Bonjour, Deerechtow Leetmahn wheel be meehting you in a shor whayl. Please tehk a seat. wood you like zome tea perhaps?" Pauline, as they usually called her, smiled at her as if it was the greatest day in her life and asked her to take a seat with a thick French accent. Karl nodded at her and took a seat at the leather chair that served as the waiting area. "Non, je vous remercie. Je vais attendre pour le directeur ici.*" She tried to respond with her best knowledge of French (having to take a few crash courses of the language and continuing learning it by heart since her assignment to France.)
Paulinne's billion dollar watt smile had once again registered in her face as her golden locks bounced with her due to excitement, "Ooh la la. Votre français est en train de sonner authentique. Bon travail!**"
Karl smiled back and somehow her tension eased up. "Well having to argue with a french boyfriend- now ex and living alone and France does that to a lot of people." She explained as if it was the most natural thing to do.
"Well, I think yew arr doing fantastique! Comment pouvez-vous dire "merveilleux" en anglais?***" Pauline raised her left eyebrow and wondered out loudly. It made Karl smile and respond, "It's wonderful babe, wonderful. And merci, you always know how to make me smile."
"Aheerrrrmmm...." a deep baritone voice was then heard from the intercom. Littman must have over heard their conversation. "Pauline, please send in Agent Lowre in my office. Merci."
Pauline gave her a sly smile and shrugged before saying, "Oui, Directeur Littman." She released the intercom button and stood. Karl nodded and took another deep breath, she smiled back at Pauline and cleared her throat. The secretary opened the door for her and she whispered a small thanks as she entered.
She always had the greatest fascination on how the director's office was kept clean and pristine. Just then Littman spoke and disturbed her thoughts. "Have a seat Agent Lowre," Director Littman whirled his chair to face Karl and went through some papers as he laid a manila envelope in front of her. She took a seat at one of the chairs in front of his desk and decided to take the envelope. The man nodded her, and as a confirmation that she can open the envelope she did and let the contents slide on her other hand.
"These are files and information about the rampant dog-napping of a few of EU member states' K9 units. At first, it wasn't as alarming since animals have the tendency of running away but over the months since it started, some countries have reported an alarming number of missing K9 units. Something that even us Interpol needs to take seriously." As the Director explained the case, Karl went through the files and read some highlighted portions. Some countries have reported around 30 missing units already while some even reached a point of 42 dogs. "Do you know what that means Agent Lowre?"
Karl wanted to say something but somehow her mouth remained close. "I, well- ermm..." She startled as words started rushing out of her mouth all at the same time.
"Well what?" The Director's stern voice boomed. "What Agent Lowre?" He let both of his elbows rest on top of his table and let his hands clamp one another as he purged Karl with questions.
"I- This- ehermmm," She cleared her throat and analyzed her thoughts once again.
"Water?" The man asked with a straight cold expression then pressed his intercom to ask Pauline for two glasses and faced her once again.
This time she got her ideas arranged and spoke with confidence, "This case is actually very alarming even from the start. K9 units are trained for months, sometimes even years, to only accept orders from the officers assigned to them. And unlike ordinary domesticated pets, they don't just run away from their masters. Especially when these officers has a standard operating procedure to make sure that their K9s are kept in a strict schedule, eating time and even when bringing them back to their quarters. K9s are in fact the equivalent of security officials." Pauline came in after a soft knock, laid the glassed of water in front of them and excused herself out all in a minute.
Karl continued after she took a sip of the sweet water, "And according to some of these information, there were no signs of breaking in as well as traces that might lead to solving the case. Which might highly mean that there is a great syndicate operating behind this case. Most probably it's about the money but something bigger lies behind the case. But to catch the big fish, we need to get ourselves a slice of the fingerlings first."
"Very good Agent Lowre, which is why I'm assigning this as your very first solo project." He shrugged, stood up, buttoned his suit and face the magnificent view from his window by lowering a part of the blinds.
"What?!" Karl's mouth was left hanging, as if it was the most absurd idea she have ever heard in her career. "Wh- wha- why me? I mean thank you if you think I'm starting to learn but-" She was then cut short by the Director's words.
"Don't you trust my judging? Are you saying you are not ready or are you trying to tell me you are too good to take a case that involves mutts?" He was still peaking from between the window blinds as he spoke to her. And from her seat, Karl wanted to grab the nearest paper weight and smash the window with it. Was he really serious with his question? How is she suppose to take this case seriously when he won't even take her seriously? Was the view from his office much interesting than to actually tell her the reason on why she was the chosen one?
Chosen one? Who the fuck am I? Harry Potter?! Karl violently and silently asked her self. This assignment is a sign of mediocrity for crying out loud.
Just then the man grabbed his phone and his bag and announced, "Well I'll see you in a week. I'll be off to Geneva in a while for a conference about a drug ring. I expect a good report in my desk by then. Keep me updated by email- don't expect me to reply since I will be very busy but I'll make sure to read them." Then the door slammed behind him. Leaving Karl in a state of shock and frustration.
She let all her inhibition loose as she let her limbs fall on her sides, her head tilted as she kept the hot tears from flowing down her eyes. Sometimes life can be just so unfair- she wondered if all of these are happening to her because she didn't attend church every Sunday like her grand mother made her promise to do? Or was it because she fed her cat and dog fast food? Or that she lavishly spend money on bags instead of her future?
She loves animals so much, God knows she does. But assigned to a series of kidnapped K9? What was she supposed to do? Ask people if they've seen this German Sheppard or this Belgian Malinois and so on?
She composed herself and was about to wipe away the tears from her face when she realized she forgot her handkerchief at her desk "Auggh... What a wonderful way to top things off." She sniffed and wiped her face dry with back of her hand, she then patted the area below her eyes to ease the puffiness and took a series of deep breaths. And when Karl finally composed herself, she grabbed the manila envelope and plastered a fake smile in her face.
She opened the door and was greeted by Pauline's heart warming smile, she smiled back and nodded and proceeded back to her cubicle. And as soon as she got back in her office, she locked her door, played a soft jazz music (intently to drown away the sound of her sobs) and she threw the envelope on her table and buried her face in her hands. She let all the tears flow this time. All the frustrations in her life streamed down her face, the moments when she felt all alone, the months that she has been away from her family and home town. She hugged herself and wallowed in misery for hours that she had to wear her eyeglasses when she had to leave the head quarters.
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The next day, Karolina woke up to a pounding headache, an empty bottle of white wine (and another one that rolled in the corner) in her hand and sleeping in her couch with her dog and cat, Goldilocks (a golden retriever) and Speedy (a very large three colored- short haired Tabby cat). Apparently she was still wearing her clothes from yesterday. Loki (what she prefers calling Goldilocks because of her naughty antics) scrambled out of the sofa as Karl tried to stand up while Speedy yawned like she couldn't care at all. "Oh thanks for keeping me company guys. You are the best," She sarcastically spoke to her pets as she lazily dragged herself to clean her living room. After dumping everything in the garbage chute, she made herself some quick breakfast and drowned herself with cold water and Advil to ease her throbbing headache. She then found herself enjoying a hot shower as she lathered her hair with thick shampoo. The steam escaped her bathroom as she belted out some lyrics from Aretha Franklin and the BeeGees. All along, her phone had been going off in her purse. A call from the head quarters about an incident.
And soon enough, as soon as she got out of the shower, she checked her phone and found 5 missed calls from Pauline and she could only utter to herself two words, "Oh shit!"
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Karolina came rushing in Winfield Gloucester Hospital somewhere in Britain as she took the earliest flight out of Lyons. She showed her badge and identification, soon she was guided to a private ward that nursed the person she needed to talk to to. According to the information that Pauline had emailed her, his name was Agent Rizali. Two agents who were probably on duty to look after the hospitalized agent waited outside the suite, they asked for her identification and letter of endorsement before letting the nurse knocked at the private suite, once the nurse signaled her she nodded at the two men outside and proceeded.
Inside, they were greeted by a familiar bloke with a folder file in hand. Director Eanuig, he spoke and acknowledged her presence, "Ah! Agent Lowre, I was informed you would be coming- but I thought you were supposed to be here hours ago?" He asked.
Karl kept a serious yet blank face as she saluted the Director. He saluted back and dropped his hand as he motioned for her to take a seat. "I'll be fine Director. I'm sorry I got delayed by a few hours, I had some personal emergency to attend to this morning. So I presume that this is agent Rizali?" She moved her gazed towards the Asian looking guy who was laid on the hospital bed.
Karl wasn't really lying when she said she had some personal emergency, she was in fact (as she suspects) suffering from a great home sickness and career frustration that she had to spend hours under the shower to ease her hang over.
"Feeling a bit under the weather eh?" Somehow Karl knew that the man had noticed her puffed eyes. "Well, Agent Rizali this Agent Lowre from the Intelligence Analysis division. I think her department wanted to know something more about the incident." He introduced her to the man who just got saved. She offered him a handshake and nodded.
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*No, thank you. I'll just wait for Director here.
**Ooh la la. Your French is starting to sound authentic. Good job!
***How do you say "wonderful" in English?
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And after all the rambling and exchange of harsh words Rizali directed his words towards her,âAgent Lowre want to face the music now? The anthem that opens the credits for your big case, guest starring Dissanayake?â
She paused and wanted to squeeze his aching body parts, how dare he mock her with those words. But as usual, Karl composed herself before replying, "I believe I am but are you?" She looked straight into his eyes as if she was criticizing his injuries.
She let the tip of her fingertips tap against one another with both hands at her back. She drummed them quietly waiting for him to match her foul mood but she should know better.
"I should be leaving in a while, I've got other things to investigate for the day. I can't wait for you to recover before I make any move. We are against time as well," She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and then faced Eanruig.
She saluted the man and spoke, "I must head now Director, it was nice meeting you and rest assured that you can contact me when you need me. For now, I must investigate with this case instead of "babysitting" your agent, don't you think?" Of course, Karl was insulted when the bastard called her a baby sitter. She is proud of her job (even if she hates it from time to time) and he had no right to mock her. She didn't came all the way from a flight just to be ridiculed.
She gave the director a polite nod and didn't acknowledge Rizali's presence and headed towards the door.
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