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Chapter 18"Okay, people. We need some serious new agent threads," the man cried. Rai stood on a stool with girls taking measurements of her legs, her stomach, her arms and other body parts.
"So, what do you think she should wear," Mr Quest asked Jason, the lead designer and obviously gay.
"Black," he cried and Rai rolled her eyes. Mr Quest nodded.
"Yes, black would be very good as we are going on a night job and busting out a load of school girls," Mr Quest said and Jason nodded.
"I am thinking, skinny jeans, a tight top and leather boots," Jason smiled, stroking the small beard on his chin.
"That I would like to see," Jimmy called over from the corner of the room. Blaise, who was sitting next to him, slapped him on the back of his head, making him drop the handheld game console he was playing on.
"Can I have a non-tight top? Something that can let me breathe," Rai asked as the girls backed away from her.
"Tight clothes are an essential for spies and agents," Jason walked over to Rai. "Besides,
Chapter 17Rai took her time packing, listening to the faint voices downstairs, two were clearing arguing, Jak and Jimmy, she smiled and shook her head, finishing packing and walked out the door pulling the bag behind her, Axel nearly hit into her walking along the landing, a phone held to his ear
"Oh yeh, ok, got it, see ya back at HQ" he said and flipped the phone shut with a sigh
"What's up?" Rai asked looking at him confused, Axel looked over and shook his head looking downhearted and annoyed
"that's the problem with job, you dont get paid and as soon as you get settled you get sent off to some stupid country someone's never heard of" he muttered and stuffed his hands in his pockets kicking a the floor
"Where?" Rai asked tilting her head slightly, Axel waved his hand
"Dont worry you've probably never heard of it" he said and looked at the bag Rai had rested by the door "I thought girls packed more than that" he said smiling, Rai hit his shoulder gently and picked up the bag
"this girl doesn't
Chapter15The rest of the night went without a hitch, well except the constant tension between Axel and Blaise, when they didnt avoid each other of course. Axel had been out most of the day helping Jak with the sheep and 'Midnight', Rai walked over the uneven ground to where she could hear Jak and Axel talking inside the barn.
"Axel? Jak?" she asked looking inside, Axel was sat on the hay bales, Jak holding a small dappled grey horse, who snorted and tried to pull over to Rai
"Mist stop" Jak said trying to hold her, the mare shorted at him and stood firm, Rai laughed and walked over running her hand down the mare's long elegant nose
"hello" she smiled and the horse nudged her trying to bite her hair
"Oi you stop it" Jak said and tugged her head away "sorry about Mist, she's new, I gotta finish breaking her in, ya wanna help, Axel is" he said, Rai looked at the small boy on the hay bales, Rai nodded
"Yeh ok, but im not sure how" she admitted and Axel stood up, on his hand was a thick brown leathe
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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