I looked at Rob when the phone rang. "Rob," he said and listened to whoever was on the other end. "He's awake? Stable? Good. Keep me updated on his progress." Rob slammed the phone down and I raised my eyebrows.
"Who was that?"
"Medical," Rob said and I paused the video of a debrief on the laptop. "Hampson is awake and is stable."
"Oh," I said. "Good. Speaking of Hampson, why the hell was he shot in the first place?"
"The mission went wrong."
"Yeah, no shit," I scoffed and ignored Rob's stern look. "How?"
Rob gritted his teeth and sighed. "There's a criminal organisation that is set on taking us down. Somehow they found out about the mission and sabotaged it."
"What the hell? That's impossible. We're a secret. Invisible. No one knows about us," I frowned.
"They do," Rob scowled. "We've taken out a lot of their assets and they aren't happy."
"We have a leak," I said. "That's the only explanation for information getting out."
Rob shook his head. "They hacked into one of our servers. They only managed to access one file, Hampson and Jack's mission. We have the best working on defence systems. They won't get in again."
"They hacked the Agency?" I gasped. "Shit, they're good."
"Not helping, Daisy," Robbed snapped.
"It's my job to be annoying," I shrugged. "So what are you going to do?"
"Whatever I do I won't discuss it with you," Rob said and pointed to the laptop on my lap. "Work."
"I'm bored."
"This is a punishment, it's not meant to be fun," Rob said dismissively. "I'm going to be having interviews with the new recruits soon. If you make any inappropriate comments or act like... Yourself, then I will not be happy."
"When are you ever happy?" I asked.
"Keep quiet or I'll gag you," Rob warned.
"Lovely," I sighed and stared at the laptop screen, hitting the space bar so the video would play.
There was a knock at the door and I looked up when Joey walked in.
"Joseph," Rob greeted and gestured to the seat opposite his desk. "Take a seat."
Joey watched me curiously as he sat down and his eyes went to the handcuffs round my wrists.
"Ignore, Daisy," Rob said and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Joseph, I'm am Rob. I'm in charge here."
"Daisy's father," Joey nodded.
"Adopted," I coughed and Rob raised his eyebrows warningly at me.
"Yes, she's my daughter," Rob nodded. "Joseph, this is about you, not us. Tell me, how are you feeling?"
I sighed softly and shook my head, turning my attention back to the laptop. After Joey was interviewed a random guy came in next, he seemed highly confident and too cocky.
"Ass," I coughed when he walked out and Rob raised his eyebrows at me.
"He's just confident," Rob said.
"He's too confident."
"You were too confident when you first started training," Rob noted.
"Ah, but really you had been training me since the second I was able to hold a gun. I had a good reason to be confident," I shrugged. "I was better than everyone I was training with."
"Not Eli."
"Technically I wasn't training with him, just at the same time," I snapped.
"You really don't like the kid," Rob said.
"How did you guess?"
"You don't like many people," Rob said.
I shrugged and next Noah walked in. He seemed slightly shaken up, but he was calm.
"Noah, sit," Rob ordered and repeated the same questions that he had done for the last two people. I turned my attention to the laptop where I was watching a video of Beth debrief on a mission she went on.
Typing up debriefs was fucking annoying. You had to pause the video after every sentence and then type it down in a word document, go back to the video, listen to another sentence, type that down and so on.
Boring was an understatement.
"Thank you, Noah," Rob said after a half an hour interview. "When all the interviews have finished you will be told what is going to happen next, for now go back to medical to get your tracker implant."
I frowned and looked at Rob when Noah walked out. "Tracker?"
"New rule, all agents will now have trackers," Rob said. "We thought that after one of our best went rogue that really we can't trust anyone. Over the next few months every agent will be administered a tracker."
"I didn't go rogue," I muttered and looked at my wrist where the undetectable tracker was.
"You did," Rob snapped. "Now carry on with the debriefs."
I rolled my eyes and looked back to the laptop as another new recruit walked in, followed by another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then anoth-
"Jheeze, how many people have you recruited?" I wondered. "There's a lot."
"20," Rob shrugged. "I'm not expecting all of them to make it. The last recruits were awful so I've not got high hopes."
"How many have you interviewed?" I asked.
"19, there's only one more."
"There's a distinct lack of girls,"
I said, raising my eyebrows accusingly.
"Don't turn all feminist on me," Rob muttered and rolled his eyes. "You hate most girls."
"So?"
Rob looked down at the forms on his desk. "The next recruit is a girl. Happy?"
"Partially," I shrugged and the said girl walked into Rob's office. My face went blank when I saw her and I looked at Rob. "I've changed my mind, I'm not happy at all."
"You!" Emma gasped and I raised my eyebrows at her. "You've been recruited!"
"Emma, sit," Rob ordered.
"Please don't say you're being serious!" I exclaimed, looking at Rob with wide eyes. "She can't handle this! I'm pretty sure she's squeamish of her own period blood!"
"Daisy!" Rob scolded. "Shut up."
"Get her out and I will."
"Who do you think you are?" Emma snapped. "I'm so much better than you will ever be!"
I slammed the laptop shut and shoved it onto the desk. "I'd watch your mouth if I were you."
"What are you going to do?" Emma sneered. "Kill me?"
"Probably," Rob and I said together and I yanked against the handcuffs.
"Rob, let me leave. I'm not sitting here listening to her tripe!" I growled.
"Daisy, shut up and get back to work."
"No."
"Daisy, I'm not going to say this again!" Rob snapped. "Shut the hell up, sit still and do your work or I'll have you transferred into a different team!"
"You won't do that," I scoffed.
"I know how much you dislike new people," Rob warned. "I can make your life hell."
"And it isn't already? I'm being forced to stay here after I tried to run away, I don't see how my life is great," I snapped.
Rob shrugged his shoulders and picked up his phone. "Hello, I would like to set in motion a transfer," Rob said into the phone and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Yes, transfer an agent into a new team. Which teams have an opening?" Rob was silent for a moment before smirking at me. "Adam's team? Fantastic. The agent I would like to transfer is D-"
"Okay!" I exclaimed. "Fuck, okay! You win. I'll shut the hell up so you can interview the she-monster!"
"Change of plans, Benjamin," Rob said. "The transfer won't be needed now. Thank you." Rob hung up and looked at the laptop. "Open it," he ordered and I sighed angrily and grabbed the laptop, ripping it open and putting the headphones on. "Work," Rob snapped and I narrowed my eyes, but reopened the video and Microsoft Word.
"What is she doing here?" I heard Emma ask.
"Emma, may I ask what your problem with Daisy is?" Rob asked.
"She's a bitch," Emma shrugged. "A mental one."
"Well, Emma, let me introduce myself; I am Rob and I am in charge here at the Agency. Adam who you know from being a teacher at your school is my son, and Daisy is my daughter."
Emma's mouth dropped and she looked at me in shock. "W-what!"
"You two don't have to get along, but you will be civil to each other. If you are not then I have no problem putting a bullet through your head. Am I clear?"
"What if she isn't civil? You'll shoot your own daughter?"
"Death would be a mercy for Daisy," Rob shrugged. "I wouldn't give her the easy way out."
"Lovely," I murmured and Rob reached over and pressed play on the laptop, the sound of Beth's voice drowning out his and Emma's conversation.
"You look happy," Blake called when I walked into the house in the evening.
"I'm not in the mood," I snapped.