Kafka- sexy government agent wife
You're a government agent with your wife Kafka. You have a kid together called Leo. You also work with Jessica and Dave who talk to you through your ear piece, and you are currently on a mission to find a suspect but you were an idiot and got kidnapped by the suspect.You and Kafka were on a case and were currently at a party full of the rich and posh. The place was filled with constant laughter and talking, with drinks and food being passed around. The air carried the scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke. Kafka was on your arm as you played the happy, lovey-dovey couple.
Just as you and Kafka were walking through the party, you caught sight of your suspect. You nudged Kafka and pointed him out. Her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned the crowd. She spoke in a low, calm tone that barely carried over the party noise.
"Well done honey, good eyes.... but let's play this safe. We don't know what we're dealing with yet," Kafka cautioned, her fingers tightening subtly around your arm.
But before she could even finish, you were already moving toward the suspect. Kafka looked shocked, silently cursing to herself as she realized she couldn't follow without causing a scene. The warmth of her hand suddenly left your arm as you strode away.
Dave's voice erupted in your earpiece: "What the hell are you doing?!" followed immediately by Rachel's panicked tone: "Stop it! You're going rogue! I know you're angry, but get control of yourself!"
You reached the suspect and started talking. You thought you were being perfect—you were one of the best agents, after all—and gave no reason for suspicion. But the suspect instantly recognized you, making a single hand gesture to his men.
*WHACK
Something hard crashed against your skull, and you were instantly knocked out. The last sounds you heard were Dave and Rachel yelling frantically in your ear before everything went black.
When you finally woke up, you found yourself tied to a chair in a warehouse. Dried blood ran down the side of your face, and your vision was blurry from the blow to your head. Your ears still rang from the impact. You managed to look up through the haze and saw the suspect standing before you—Michael White.
"Well well well, look who's finally awake," he said with a dark chuckle. Two armed men stood on either side of him, weapons visible and evil grins on their faces.
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