Shining Through Experience (4 of 4)

Thanks for hanging in there with me for the conclusion of this story.  It was really fun to write.  If you are behind, please check out PART 1, PART 2, and PART 3.  Enjoy.

“I’m tired of trying to see the good in people.”

“What do you mean, Annie?” Eddie asked. His hands felt clammy and his heart was racing.  They had just sat down at their table and he was afraid the date was coming to an end even before it got started.

“All I ever seem to wind up with are jerks like Chip. I always have this messed up thing that I do where I look at the guy who is totally wrong and think that somehow they will be some kind of guy that’s good if I’m around them enough.  I mean, Chip wasn’t all bad, he’s just a jerk more times than not.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. That’s the secret with guys.  We aren’t into the whole masquerade as someone else kind of stuff like people think we do.  Really, what you see is what you get.  Like that Chip guy?  I bet that was him most of the time, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Eddie reached out for her hand. “Look, don’t’ sweat him okay?  We don’t have to let him or anyone else mess things up for us tonight.  After all that happened today, all we need to do is have some fun.”

Eddie and Annie heard some commotion back from behind them. They turned around to see Chip coming back with some tissue up his freshly broken nose, flanked by two equally tan and muscled guys.  “Loog, tool bag, nobody magues me look stubid like that.  I’m going to meth you up!”

Annie stood up and said, “Chip, come on, please don’t do this.”

“Alright. Look, man,” Eddie said, “you do not want to mess with me.”  He slowly stood up and faced off against the three muscled men in front of him.  “I am a seasoned professional.  I’ve worked through so many jobs that I literally don’t have time to stand here discuss all of them.  I’ve gone up against mercenaries, a shootout with KGB agents at the mall food court, a hostage situation with a spy master, and had to evade people in a high speed chase through downtown, and that’s all been today!”  He took a step towards Chip who flinched a little.  The other two men took a step back.  “Dude, all I want is to have a nice night here with my lady friend and you are going on with all the mouth talking.  You need to step back.”

“Whatever, man, thereth no way a loser lige you did any of that stuff. You’re justh some dip weed who goes from job to job and screws his life up.”

A voice spoke out from behind Chip, “Actually, he’s telling the truth.”

Chip turned around to see a man standing there in a fitted black sweater and black slacks. “Justh who are you, duge?”

“Agent Thomas Simmons, CIA.” Simmons flashed Chip his badge.  “Eddie, I’m glad I was able to find you here.  I needed to follow up with you and debrief you after the mission finished up today.  Is this gentleman presenting a problem?”

Chip started to back away. “Uh, no problem, dude.  I’m justh goin back to my table.”

“Yes, see that you do.” Chip and his friends disappeared into the people at the restaurant.  Simmons, Eddie, and Annie took a seat at their table.  “Eddie, I had to come by again and say thank you for all that you did today.  You really stepped up.”

“Hey, man, I was just glad to be of some service. It was cool to be able to get out of the office a little, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I think I do.” Simmons reached into a small bag he was carrying and pulled out a small box wrapped in plain brown paper and slid it towards Eddie.

“Aw come on, man,” Eddie said. “I’ve had enough of your wrapped packages for one day.”

“It’s nothing like that, I assure you. It’s just something from the CIA to you to say thanks.  I’ll not disturb your evening any more.  Eddie, I bid you farewell till next time.”  Simmons shook hands with Eddie and then left.

“What do you think it is?” Annie asked.

“Heck if I know. I’m a little nervous to open it and find out.”  Eddie picked up the package and removed the paper to find a small box.  Eddie opened the box and found a set of car keys inside.

“Eddie, did the CIA just give you a car?”

“I don’t know, lets’ go look.”

Eddie and Annie made their way outside and started making their way through the parking lot. “Hold on, I know how to do this.  I spent about four months as a valet driver.”  He held the keys out and kept hitting the horn button until he heard a car respond.  Soon they heard a corresponding honk and made their way to the vehicle.  Eddie walked up beside a new black Charger.  “Holy crap!  This thing is awesome.”

“Eddie, what is that?” Annie asked as she pointed to a note inside the car. Eddie got in and read the note.  “What does it say?”

“It says that the car is mine for all I did today and that I can use this on my next mission instead of going on my bike.”

“Wait. Next mission?”

“Yeah, apparently I impressed Withers-“

“Simmons.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said. I impressed him so much that they are using me as a secret courier for any missions they have in this area.  Apparently all the experience I have in all the jobs I’ve done make me able to blend in just about anywhere.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s all in the note.” Eddie gave the note to Annie who read it over.  “Look, Annie, I hope that this newfound information about me being a subcontractor for the CIA doesn’t take away from what we may be able to have together.  I really like you and now that I have some reliable wheels, I’d like to take you out on a regular basis if you’re up for it.”

Annie folded up the note and kissed Eddie on the cheek. “If today has shown me anything about you, it’s that you can be depended on through anything.  Let’s go back in and get that drink and those fish tacos.”

“Oh for sure. “ Eddie and Annie walked hand in hand back into The Dancing Monkey.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. MultidimensionalHE says:

    How I wish to have that type of action in my life.. He got his lady friend, a job, a whip, and feedback for a job well done.

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