Chapter Two of the Story

“Thanks!”
Elliot grinned at the man. “You’re quite welcome, Agent Barns.”
The agent got up and strode off, proud of his new look. She laughed as he freaked out a coworker who hadn’t recognized him. The women smiled to herself. In truth, she was loving her day job. Only a month had passed, and already she was working more hours for the Agency than her Broadway job.
Some one pounced on her from behind. Letting out a loud yell, she spun around and sliced the air with her flat hand, aiming for where she estimated her attacker’s neck should be. She wasn’t a field agent, but the Agency believed she still needed some training, and had therefore given her a quick two-week crash course. Apparently, it was paying off.
Her attacker dodged the blow and pinned her arms to her side by hugging her. “Hi, El!” he said, most cheerfully.
“Jerin!” Elliot shrieked and attempted to hit him. “You freaked me out! Don’t jump on me like that!”
Jerin released her and stepped back. “I hear you like working for the Agency.” He had a smug grin on his face.
Elliot sighed. “Go ahead and say it.”
He poked her multiple times on the arm while announcing, “I told you so! Told you so! Told you so!”
“Who fed you sugar?” she mumbled.
Jerin pretended to pout. It was obvious that he was very hyper that day. “’I’m very glad to see you, Jerin.’ Thanks, El, I’m glad to see you, too. ‘So how are you? Have you died yet?’ Nope, I’m still alive. How are you?”
Elliot punched him lightly on the arm. “Hey, Jer.”
“Hi.”
Unable to stop herself, she grinned. “So, how’s it going?”
“Pretty good. I’m in the inner circle, now.”
“Wow, so fast.”
“Yeah. ‘The boss,’ as he’s known, apparently likes me.” Jerin sat down in one of the few chairs her “office” contained. Suddenly, Elliot noticed that he was very tired. Doubtlessly, his hyperness was a result of all the stress he’d been under.
“Do you need a touch up?” she asked, noticing his roots were beginning to show blonde.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here actually.” He spun himself in her barber chair.
She grabbed it and spun it around again, knowing that laughter would make him feel better. When he was extremely dizzy and laughing himself hoarse, she stopped the chair and held two fingers in front of his eyes.
“How many fingers am I holding up?”q
He giggled. “Ten!”
She poked his forehead, and he sighed. “Thanks, Elliot. You made me feel better.”
“So, is it really stressful?” She swung the barber’s cape around his shoulders.
“Yeah.”
As she touched up the black dye on his hair, she listened to him tell about his assignment. It was top secret, of course, but he had always told her about what was going on. Besides, who was she going to tell? They were best friends. Plus, telling her about it relieved his nerves and helped him to think clearly about all that was going on. She finished before he was done talking, but pretended to continue so she could hear him out. Finally, he let out a long sign.
“Yup. That’s what’s going down with the gang.”
“Funness.”
“Heh, yeah.” He stood up and eyed his hair in the mirror. “Nice work.” He grinned at her and then sighed again. “I’d better go. If I’m away for too long, they’ll start to wonder.”
“Right.” She gave him a one-armed hug. “See ya. Break a leg.”
He turned and pointed an accusing finger at her. “Last time you said that, I really did break my leg.”
“Would you rather I say ‘break your neck?’”
He laughed. “Nah. See ya.”
“Yeah. Bye.” After he had disappeared down the hall, she whispered, “Be careful.”
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Oh my goodness, C.P.!! You've finally posted more of your story!! It's about time!!
Yes. I know. I'm sorry. :(