Chapter One
17:03 pm, 18th May 2015, Bucharest, Romania
Mattia Renzi, Chief of the Intelligence Agency, staged before the glassed fenestra of their ten storey office building, awaits the arrival of the “Bloodhound” of their agency. Worriment patently etched in his expression. The assignment they are going to work in is more viperous than ever, although he has faith in his little bombshell. She’s impossibly good at her work and skills. She’s definitely going to come out unharmed and shining, deep down Mattia knows that. But still he worries out of the nurturing sentiment he has for the girl.
“Vuoi farmi portare il caffe ora, Signore?” His personal assistant’s voice brings him back his equilibrium. He declines shaking his head while opening the door of his balcony which is attached with his cabin. Coming out, he expanses his eyes to the direction of the early evening sky and draws in a lungful of air. An approaching form of a Royal Enfield Thunderbird 350 grabs his attention, causing his lips to tug upwards.
Rushing inside he sits on his chair and picks up the already read newspaper in his hand as a means to look wonted. Minutes pass by while he sits on his chair immobile, holding the paper and knuckled down on the supposed comer. Several minutes later he lowers the paper from his line of vision and almost falls down from his seat when he sees her sitting on the couch across the room with mirth on her countenance.
“Didn’t know that you read papers upside down! I should try that too sometimes since you seemed so immersed.” She sarcastically states.
“How long have you been here?” He asks her rolling his eyes.
“Exactly four minutes thirty five seconds.” She answers stopping the timer of her watch. He moves his head sideways in mock amazement, being as of now used to her oddball ways.
“Anyways, you’re going to Bristol.” Mattia declares and looks pointedly at her to gauge her reaction. The mass of fruitcake she is, she whistles at the announcement as if she’s own a jackpot and is about to go on a long term expensive vacation.
“Wow! Homicide or terrorism?” He winces at the throw of her question. Her absurdity towards this kind of serious circumstances knows no boundary.
“Pretty much of the both. I transferred you all the files required for you to operate the case and you will be working with three more people assigned on this case. All the necessary documents have been sent to you to get through the customs. You leave tomorrow morning. Good luck Agent Calme!” He reveals in one breath.
“You do understand that I don’t function well in groups, right?” she asks grimly. “Well, you have no other choice.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
She remains seated for a while looking narrowly at him for God knows why, then rises from the couch and saunters to his direction. Coming to a halt beside his desk, she outstretches her hand for him to hold. He places his hand in hers and clasps it tightly.
“I’ll come back safe and sound. You don’t worry.” Leaning forward she kisses his cheek and says, “Addio Zio!”
“Abbi cura di te, ragazzino.” He whispers to her retreating back.