Alex leaned back on her chair after completing another translation of the audio files given to her in the afternoon. She rubbed her neck and gently stretched it to release some tension. She finally sat back and reached for the pad where she wrote all the translation she had made.“I’ll take that, Alex,” Elise Reynolds said with a smile as she took the pad from her and tore off the page. She started scanning her writing and started typing on her laptop. “You get on with the audios since Mr. Montgomery was clear with his instructions to have them on his desk before the day ends.”“He’s a tyrant, isn’t he?” Alex asked.She looked patiently at Elise, who was temporarily transferred by HR from their department to help in constructing the conversation that Alex had translated.“Well, I had just been transferred from IT, so I really cannot say with the way he goes about work,” Elise answered calml

Alex stood up when an elderly gentleman went up the bus on the second to the last bus loading station and let him occupy the seat she vacated. She smiled at him warmly when he looked up and thanked her for her kindness.She looked towards the front of the bus when the vehicle started to move, silently glad that she decided to go with her usual and comfortable outfit. Today she had put on her comfortable, dark, slim-fitting pants, which accentuates her already long legs, leather boots and a long-sleeve collared white blouse. Her dark blazer is hanging neatly on her arm while she pulled her small sling bag in front of her to secure her belongings.After thirty minutes of travel, the bus finally put on its brake and Alex waited patiently for those in front of her to go down. She put on her sunglasses when she stepped down on the pavement and then started on her way towards her office building.She heard her phone suddenly rang and she reached in her pocket to answe

Alex quietly took off her jacket and hang it neatly inside her assigned locker down at the bureau’s indoor gym on a bright Wednesday morning. She placed her ID and wallet inside and finally closed her locker after grabbing her towel and water bottle and proceeded towards the activity area.Two weeks had passed since she entered the bureau as supposed to be a translator to retrieved and relay any information that they have. The arrival of the executive assistant director was something that she had not counted on.“What the f8ck is a CIA operative doing in my building?!” Director Vincent hollered the moment the door of the conference room was closed. He looked at her hardly for a long while. “What assignment did Marshall give to you, Walters? Did he plant you here to retrieved information about the incidents?”“Why don’t you ask him since he’s the one giving the order?” Alex shot back. She looked at the directo

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.“I have to go down and go there,” she sated calmly. She dusted off the dirt that stuck to her clothes and picked up the empty cartridge of the bullet she shot, handing it immediately to him. “Montgomery’s going to have my hide because I shouted through the radio that back-up’s coming.”Damon automatically dismantled the firearm and placed it back on its case and hoisted it over his shoulders.“I’ll report back to the director,” he answered as he put on his cap and then sent a message through his phone. “Just update in the event the other person will talk once he will be taken into custody. I’ll call you in th

Alex opened her eyes when her alarm clock sounded on an early Sunday morning. She turned off her alarm clock and remained lying on her bed. Instead of getting up to go for a longer run, which she always does on weekends, she had no desire to do that. Thoughts of her interrogation with Zahid Kazmi has been bothering her ever since she had finished typing the report and submitting it to Montgomery. She kept on playing in her mind the interaction she had and relayed it to Damon when he met her at the park, late Friday night. “There’s something not connected with what we are trying to investigate, Damon,” she commented softly. She placed down the recorder after playing it the fourth time. “The Triad Sentinel is a European organization. Scarlett Syndicate is not.” Damon looked down at her. “They network, Alex,” he chided gently. “Aren’t you supposed to know that? Saood will look for a way to come here undetected. He did that to you, remember? It nearly cos