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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
JENNIFER'S POV
How dare someone openly say such words to my friend that too in a drunken state!?
I was pissed. My knuckles were turning white because of the pressure with which I was clutching the steering wheel of Sweety.
I was disgusted with the situation I was in. I hate night clubs, pubs and parties to be specific. They are absolutely no fun! It's simply a way of flaunting yourself.
DRESS, GO, GET DRUNK, HOWL LIKE WASTED PACK OF WOLVES, BREAK THE DANCE FLOOR WITH THE GODDAMN HEELS!
Nothing else.. Now if I'm told to visit a disgusting place like a stripping club that too to get hold of a wild, wasted girl whose eager to strip in front of hundreds of people eye-fucking her, what reaction do you expect? Well, honestly...I FEEL LIKE PULLING MY HAIR OUT WITH MY BARE HANDS!!
I was not at all in a position to drive back home as I was bone tired. But as I wanted to reach home alive so I started the engine and buckled the seat belts of Sameera and me. She had passed out by then.
Just when I was about to pull off away from the Den, my walkie-talkie buzzed.
NO! NOT AGAIN! Let me sleep for God's sake... or else I shall doze off right on this road I swear!!
Reluctantly, I received the call.
"Agent Jennifer Mathews?" The DGP enquired.
"Yes Sir! reporting." I replied promptly even though I had a scowl on my face.
"Is Sub-Inspecter Sameera Verma with you? Actually, she isn't responding to any of the notifications sent to her!" The DGP asked worriedly.
Hell yes sir! She is with me after having four tequila shots and a bottle of double malt whisky... absolutely 'attentive.' Should I blurt this out!?
I scoffed.
"Umm... sir, she is with me but not really in the best of her health! She was suffering from cramps in the stomach so now she has lied down for a while." I lied, all the while crossing my fingers.
"Oh! Is that so? Please take care of her Jennifer."
"Yes sir." I lied again although I was feeling bad for having done so with my considerate boss but you need to be a liar sometimes, to save your dear friend. I can't possibly let Sameera be punished for getting drunk during duty hours right?
She's my dear friend afterall....
"Well, we have got a lead and we think of arresting him red handed."
"Ok sir"
"So as Sameera isn't well, I want YOU to lead this mission in the Devil's Den. NOW."
WHAT!? I DON'T HAVE THE STRENGTH OF ROTATING THIS DAMN STEERING WHEEL RIGHT NOW AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BEAT AROUND GUYS AND ARREST A CRIMINAL!? LIKE REALLY?
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What do I say? That the place you are referring to is the very place from where I almost dragged your 'dutiful' officer and created a scene worth witnessing?
"YES.MISS.MATHEWS!? The DGP asked, putting stress on each word. Indirectly, indicating: NO MORE ARGUMENTS!
"Ok sir. I am on the job!" I said huffing in defeat.
"Alright! I'm sending a team of 6 officers there in the den. As always, keep it simple, very simple. You need to get hold of Roger White. I'm sending you the image and the other details in your phone."
"Yes sir!"
"Good luck miss Mathews."
"Thank you sir."
I unwillingly parked Sweety near some residential house in a non towing area. I couldn't go back to Sameera's house to drop her, that would delay the mission. So I had no option but to keep her in the car.
Surely I can't go inside with this same dress on! All of them shall have their eyes on me giving me zero cover! I thought.
Then my eyes drifted to Sameera who was sleeping peacefully on the front passenger seat. Although her face was smeared with black color due to the smudged mascara and kajal, along with patches formed on her face due to her constant crying, she still looked beautiful and surprisingly innocent. No one, absolutely no one has got the right of belittling her inner beauty and outer radiance to mere sextual desires.
SHE.IS.NOT.A.SEX TOY. I declared mentally.
Sameera had been my only companion all these years. Both of us went to the same dance classes. She left the classes due to waning interest, while I continued. But that didn't break our contact with one another. We remained the best of friends. Then, I eventually started helping her in some cases of hers in getting information. And soon, she introduced me to one of her seniors. Since then, I have been juggling my life between hospital and under-cover work.
Suddenly, an idea struck me!
It's always better to have something than nothing!
"Thanks a ton Sammi! You are literally a saviour" I chirped.
*A FEW MINUTES LATER*
I hopped out of the car after completing the herculean task of swapping my clothes with hers. YUP! You heard it right... She was now clad in salwar kameez while I had to struggle a little to fit myself in those black colored shreds of cloth!
The mini-skirt barely reached my thigh. The crop top was revealing a good amount of my cleavage. The black straps of the crop top were so thin that I feared the crop top doesn't fall off. The black jacket seemed to be 'my knight in shining armor' which was the only decent piece of clothing over those tiny garments!
I opened my braided hair, combed it with the help of my fingers and allowed them to cascade down my waist in a messy way.
Just then, my walkie-talkie buzzed again.
"Mam, we are a team of six stationed at the back exit of the Den, near the club's patio on the ground floor. Please keep a Bluetooth headset with you." Stated Vijay, one of the best encounter specialist of
the department.
"Hmm. Tell me the exact location of the guy and sent one of the team members with me." I replied.
"Noted mam. One minute.... yes! Currently he's in the Red Room Passion located on the ground-" but before he could complete, I snapped at him.
"Vijay! I know where that damn room is. You simply tell me about my partner, here in this mission!"
"O-okay mam.. We plan to send miss Amy Farera with you. She's an amateur agent here, who tends to have a café as cover." He replied in a tense manner.
"Very well.How do we plan to get inside?"
"We have got 2 gold stamped royalty passes. You collect them at the gate through Jamini and directly check in. Amy shall be there waiting for you with Jamini."
"Ok. We need to have the criminal alive?
"Yes mam, like always only sedate the prey."
My phone dings and I see the image of Roger White.
Honestly, he is hot! I like those cunning eyes.
The image shows a man in his early 30s. Lean but muscular in a rugged vest, which exposes his defined V-line. He has strong biceps and a trail of hair down the chest which dissapears inside the vest. His face has high cheek bones with a strong jawline. A sharp nose with emerald colored hawk eyes decorate his face. He has pierced lips with a small blue colored stone at the middle of his lower lip. And God! His honey colored hair will make even a tribade to go wild and hold them in her hand, pull them hard and kiss the handsome thug on his lips...
Not bad indeed! But at the end of the day... I prefer A Pure Heart than Chiseled Looks!
A typical way of focusing on my job.
"Ok. So, we're done here!" I announced, stretching my libs to ease out the tension on them.
"Yes mam... one more thing mam, he's here in a navy blue colored shirt and black trousers."
"Alright."
"Good luck mam."
"Thank you Vijay!" With that I end the call and lean on my car.
Seems as if It shall be a long cat and mouse game!