My Teacher is an Agent
S2-2

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes. Just a few clothes I need."

Zoey stands in front of the kitchen pantry, frying a piece of omelette while brewing Samuel's favorite coffee. The delicious aroma of an omelet mixed with the fragrance of hot coffee steeping into a perfect combination to stimulate appetite.

"How long have you been gone, Honey..."

"Just a day, Yank... Don't be lebay!" juta Zoey. The girl turned around with a smile on her face and placed a plate of food in front of Samuel.

"Can't the meeting be delayed? Let me get you."

Samuel sitting in one of the chairs opposite Zoey began to launch his sulking action against his wife.

"Samuel Paxon, I'm not going to Palestine. It's just Bandung, Yank... An hour is up, too."

"Cruel??"

Zoey had not yet answered Samuel's confusion, suddenly a rumbling sound was heard from the courtyard of the house.

"You got on a helicopter??" samuel did not believe.

"really so. It's more efficient than I have to drive a car."

"Then you can go home tonight?"

"It's not a promise. Taking care of the handover of weapons is not as easy as fighting over the tender, Yank."

"Do you know about business?"

"of course. Otherwise how can I drain the contents of your wallet."

Seeing the wife chuckle teasing him, suddenly made Samuel look sour. Is he really nothing more than a bunch of gun thugs?

"It has. I have to go now."

Zoey leaned across the table and snatched a brief kiss from Samuel. Unfortunately the guy even gave a pretty hot reply, then showed off a slanted smile that made him look good-looking.

"Take care, Honey..."

"Always. Oh yeah, you don't bother Albert. Let him enjoy his honeymoon in peace."

"No promise. If I'm lonely, I'll follow him to the villa."

"As far as you. Yea..."

After bidding farewell to the husband - which must have been accompanied by a spoiled drama from the boy - Zoey rushes on the helicopter that has been waiting for him.

Today Zoey is out of town to pick up a rare weapon that was imported directly from Russia. Although not the first time, but the clients he will meet are quite special. He's not just an illegal arms smuggler. This client also did a 'dirty' job like a mafia. He even worked with the syndicate****** the largest in the world.

To that end, Zoey was a little hesitant whether this client would give her a warm welcome.

"We're going straight to his place?" someone sitting behind the wheel asked Zoey a question.

"Yes. The commander has arranged a meeting today."

Zoey was silent for a moment, raising her chin slightly. Then speak again with confidence, "Oh yes, prepare your weapons as well."

"For what?" one of the agents asked, raising an eyebrow upon hearing Zoey's orders.

"just stand. We don't know what kind of people we're going to meet. According to the commander's information, he's not an indiscriminate person."

Flights to Bandung in fact longer than Zoey estimates. He even had to fall asleep and wake up in a fit condition when the helicopter flew around the vast field and stopped on the available helipad.

The sunlight that began to rise dazzled Zoey's gaze as the girl came out of her mount.

The journey of the secret agents did not stop there. They even ride an SUV and penetrate the streets of Bandung full of density. The vehicle continued to go through the traffic until finally the frenzy began to thin and arrived in the suburban area.

Saying this isn't a good environment feels right enough. The towering building is mostly a narrow and shabby old house. It is difficult to recognize the color of the walls because the paint attached to the buildings is already peeling. All fading changed into shades of gray.

Zoey pulled the car over and left the engine on. He stopped in front of an old abandoned warehouse. Zoey gasped a little.

He saw a shabby building in front of him. Looks dark. There were no lights at all inside the dilapidated warehouse, even outside the atmosphere was quite somber.

There were several people around, two standing to the right of the door, and one sitting on a wooden bench, reading the newspaper while whistling. Although it looks normal, but the suit they wear is still too flashy to be worn in a dirty place like this.

Zoey thought for a moment. Could this be the place?

"Are we going down now?" ask an agent sitting in the back seat.

"certain. Our client is already waiting inside there."

Zoey shuts down the engine and gets off. Then he stepped first, leaving his men who were still not entirely out of the vehicle.

"Who are you, Miss?" greet the man who whistled.

The man put down the newspaper he read. He then looked at Zoey from head to toe.

Zoey, too, did the same. Having now been able to see it at close range, the thing hidden behind the man's coat shocked Zoey. A weapon. Not a normal weapon, of course.

Desert Eagle's. This is an Israeli-made firearm. This gun is commonly used by armed forces and law enforcement around the world. For example, most police agencies in the United States.

Could he be one of them?

If judging from his extraordinary firepower ability, surely the person holding this weapon cannot be underestimated.

"I'm looking for someone." Zoey started the conversation.

The man squinted his eyes, staring at Zoey's face from behind the dim light.

"I'm also waiting for someone." said the man with a cynical smile. "Is that person you?"

"It looks so."

And the man immediately widened his eyes. He gulped as Zoey lowered her sunglasses.

"Oh," The man's expression instantly changed, from anticipation to understanding. "You're an agent assigned by Mr. K?"

"Can we go in now?"

Zoey doesn't want to argue at length with people she doesn't think are important. Clearly the girl's goal in coming to this cursed place was to meet the 'leader' and quickly complete the transaction they had agreed to.

"You're not the one who's usually assigned to this mission" said the man with a slight awkwardness.

Zoey glared annoyed at hearing the person acting so familiar with her. But the person being stared at instead shouts without feeling guilty.

"Where's 'He'?"

The grin turned into a frown, "We'll take you to his place. But..."

Buty? Especially this?

Zoey began to look forward to the continuation of that remark.

"Leave your men here." concluded the man with a suspicious smile.

"Don't rule me!"

The man's face changed as if apologizing. "Listen Miss... That's the rule our bosses made. He's only willing to meet one person of interest."

Zoey thought for a moment. "alright. Take me to him!"

The man then guides Zoey towards a room that goes deeper inside. At this point, Zoey is ready to face almost anything that will welcome her.

And... Bra!!!

"For a long time no see, Princess..."