A young spy and a young cop-Chapter 4

Last paragraph of Chapter 3:

"She's hiding something, that much is obvious." Lily said. "She's too good to be some random girl who wants to avoid the police. She's working for someone, and she's had training. She's gone underground now." She looked at Prete. "I want to get whatever files Russia and New Mexico have on her. Something is going on, and I'll be damned if I can't figure out what."

A blond stepped out into the street. Chin length hair, blue jeans that had holes in the legs, black tank top with a denim jacket and simple black sunglasses. Ignoring the wolf whistles from some of the men in front of a bar, she crossed the busy street and disappeared into the crowd.This girl was just another New York city person going about her daily life.

Natalia adjusted the pistol under her shirt into a more comfortable position and kept walking. Several people passed her on the busy sidewalk, just another person. Not for the first time was she thankful that she was able to hide in plain site. Amazing what a haircut, hair dye and a change of clothes could do. It was also amazing how much sunglasses could hide about someone's face! However, Natalia now had to face her biggest problem. She needed to get to headquarters, but she had no way to. She really didn't want to use public transportation, and she didn't have that much money left. Perhaps she could hitchhike.

“Well, if you aren’t the prettiest thing in this town, then I'm an angel.” The voice broke into Natalia's thoughts and she stopped. She knew that voice, and she hated it.

“I could be the ugliest thing on the planet and you still wouldn't be an angel.” She replied through gritted teeth as she turned around. The speaker was a man in his early twenties, tall, but well muscled. His shaggy blond hair was messy, on purpose, and his hard brown eyes watched everything. He crossed his arms and flashed a grin at her.

“I’m crushed.” He said playfully, but his voice had a tint of anger in it.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked him, her voice cold.

Nicholas may have sent him. He knows how much I hate him, but on the other hand, if anyone was spying on me, they wouldn't see this coming. They would just see a young man trying to pick up a girl. However, who else would know that I needed help? Nicholas always seems to know...that's his job though. After all, he's always saying: "Eyes everywhere I can get them, ears everywhere else."

She hated to admit it, but out in the field, Tiron was cunning, ruthless and downright dangerous. However, he and Natalia had gotten off on the wrong foot instantly.For one thing, when he wasn't working, Tiron spent his time picking up girls, going to parties and being a general idiot. On Tiron's part, he resented how good of an agent Natalia was. She was damn smart, cold, cunning and totally independent. Until she came along, Tiron and David had been the best agents the company had. David and Natalia were friends, but Tiron couldn't get over the fact that Natalia beat him by a longshot, and she was best friends with their boss. He knew it was childish, but that only fueled his resentment. He taunted her and teased her and flirted with her, hoping to find some sort of crack, something that would ruffle her. She always remained cold and angry though. 

"Are you going to answer me?" Natalia's voice brought him back to reality. He stood up and handed her a pair of keys.

"There is a motorcycle parked down the block a little ways. Red and black, brand new. Only motorcycle there." He told her in a low voice. She took the keys and he turned and walked off.

That's Nick, coming to my rescue. She thought, a little ruefully. Yes, her and Nick were best friends, but she could take care of herself. That's what made her such a good agent. She walked down the block and found the motorcycle. Full tank of gas and ready to go. 

"Headquarters, here I come." She muttered.

Three gas stations and 70 miles later, Natalia came to a stop in front of an old country mansion.