Chapter Three: Plan Finalized

I'm pretty sure they let me sleep for a good two hours. When I woke up from my nap, they were just getting in the room with food in hands. The smell of something delicious hit my nose and I instantly woke up more. I was hungry and I didn't care what the food tasted like. Bad food was better than no food.

"Hand me something," I snapped at Nate. I said I was awake, not conscious of my emotions.

He reluctantly passed me a foam container with some kind of hot soup in it. Taking a spoon from the table, I make my way back to the bed that I had slept on and opened the lid to see a plain soup staring back at me. I dip the spoon into the mix, breathe a cooling breath across the food, then tasted what I had been given. I could taste like a salmon flavor with something else that I was not familiar with. It tasted good, not to lie, but its unfamiliarity confounded me.

"I think it's a type of salmon chowder stuff. Simon just ordered a bunch of random things to bring back for everyone. Personally I'm afraid to eat any of this food."

"Aww, come on, Nate. Eat up. Don't be like Kelsey in the food department as she is in the sleep area."

As the spoon was plastic, I chuck it as hard as I could at Simon. He easily dodged it, but he smiled and laughed at both his joke and my attempt at scolding him nonverbally.

"Jerk," I mumble.

"But for real, Nate. Eat. Nom nom nom. Food good—"

"Will you stop? I'm not really a social eater, so would you lay off a little? Plus this is my first time eating foreign food. I'm uneasy about all of this."

So he was nervous about eating foreign food? I figured I'd try my hand in teasing him some more now that I felt a little more awake. I grabbed a new spoon and dipped it into the soup. Then I hummed in happiness and slurped the liquid.

"Mmm. Dog tastes good—"

"Not you too!"

Simon and I just bust out laughing. That's the connection we have as really good friends. He is pretty much the closest thing to a friend I have ever had. I had people I associated with at school, but after graduation, they all left me and became drug dealers and prostitutes. I don't speak to them anymore because I don't like the idea of people being idiots with the law. And who knew? Maybe in a weird round-about way I would have to be in a drug-busting team against them or a unit to enter a sex-ring and arrest them all. They would recognize me and then wet themselves when they realized that they betrayed the justice I now work for. The thought made me laugh a little at times.

"So what are we going to do? I'm pretty much awake so we can take a trip or whatever now. Familiarize ourselves with the area?"

"Sure thing, Kels. We were already getting looks from natives as we walked into a room together. Why not make them freak out?"

"Nate, you suck hard-core. It's just what it looks like, in my opinion. It's me on vacation with my older brother and his very handsome and very flamboyant black boyfriend."

Yep. Simon was black. Just making sure we all knew this. Black guys can be gay too! I've seen legit, then there was Simon. He should have been an actor rather than a C.I.A. agent. Better occupation with his skills.

"Besides, I want to see if I can find anything for Nana and Grandpa. I want to visit them soon, but I think giving the a gift would make them not hate me as much."

Before I gave them any sort of time to ask about my problem, I drain the soup and threw the container into the tiny trash can in the room—can't they every get the size right? I was now bored and the little sleep I got made me hyper and ready to go. I wasn't that I brought my grandparents up on purpose, it was just that they were more absent in my life than actually in it. Mom's parents. They liked me more when I wasn't showing up my parents in their parenting skills. Maybe it was because both of my parents divorced and now have the failure of a family I came from.

Within minutes, all of us were in an elevator, Simon flirting with Nate and I just barely containing my laughter. The man in the elevator with us kept giving us looks and I kept an eye on him. He seemed more creepy than creeped out by the 'homosexuals' he shared transport with. Once he got off the elevator, I felt a little better. He was keeping more of an eye on me than Simon and Nate. I'm over it. I think he might have thought the men I was with could maybe kick his ass if her looked at me too long.

Soon we were on the streets of Stockholm. It was around five in the evening by now and lots of people took to the streets. We were wandering around the street with all its little shops just to look like we were avid tourists looking for stuffs to purchase as souvenirs. Mostly we were walking around to maybe perhaps catch one of the locations that our mission's target frequented. We would spot one and scope it out; and it would turn out to be too crowded or too open or something along the lines of "not good." Soon we became bored of walking around and our options began to dwindle.

One thing for certain was this: I may never be cut-out to be a spy.

By the time we got back to the hotel, I was unsure as to how mentally prepared I was for this. Sure I just survived a really long plane ride, but now the actual task at hand was beginning to sink in. The Jensen Carter is driven around by big burly men who I assume are armed to the nines with weapons both manufactured and anatomical. I'd stand no chance if it comes to fighting. Then again, that's why I'm glad Simon came along.

We got into our room and we still had not thought of good ways to go about this mission that would go undetected. Everything that was brought up was near suicide—and I was the virginal sacrifice! It was nearing the time that we would have to go into hyper-mode when a thought slammed into my head.

"Bathroom."

Simon merely just looked at me. "It's right here if you need it—"

"No no no! I mean the mission. Catch him in the bathroom and explain our reason for getting him to the States."

Both men looked blank for minutes. Finally shaking his head, Nate scoffed, "It's not like you are going in there."

My silence told them otherwise.

"No way! That will make you look like a prostitute. Is that even legal in this country?"

"Not really sure about that, Nate. Be that as it may, he may not be used to a girl going into the men's room. Maybe if the guy was dressed like a girl, but even them. Sometimes you know. The fact that I'm a girl will most likely disarm him a little."

"Then what? Where are we going to meet? And when would we leave?"

Simon rose from the chair he had plopped himself in and headed for the door. "I'll scope out based on his schedule. Best bet would be the young-adult club he frequents on Wednesaday nights. If that's the plan then that's the best place to attempt the start of this thing. I'll be back in an hour."

Once Simon left, it was just Nate and I to find something to do.

~ Been a while since I posted from this, even though I have other stories that need updated more. This is a rather interesting story and I would love to keep writing this. If I don't keep writing this one for fictionpress, I'll just keep it for myself. I'd love to keep it up for everyone. Thanks for reading!