Does this chapter really hold any importance to the story? No. Why did I write it? I don't know, don't ask me ask God.

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The sound of bustling people trying to get places, and traffic on the streets filled the air outside of Hong Kong international airport.

I was standing in the middle of a large crowd trying to make my way towards the road, which was filled with street vendors, tour guides, and cars. 

I had taken a taxi across the bridge that connects the airport to the mainland. And was now searching for my ride, to the TSFA headquarters in Hong Kong.

I shoved a group of British tourists out of the way, and weaved my way towards the street. There was a large crowd in one particular area of the street. Over the head of the people I could see white signs with names on them, apparently this was where tourists for rides to their hotels or areas of business.

I scanned over the names on the sheets.

Bob Fanning,Jessica Allard, John Smith.

I snort. What are the odds “John Smith” what an original name.

I continue to search through the names until I see…..

Oh god, I can't believe my eyes. Please tell me this isn't real.

I shut my eyes tightly and reopen them to confirm what I am seeing.

….

What the hell!!??

OMG THE CRINGE!!

I guess they thought it would be good to write the codeword “ice Sunday” in Spanish and stick it on a name card. I mean who the fuck would ever suspect “Domingo Hielo” of being a fake name.

I roll my eyes. I bet those retards at central command thought that it would be funny.

I shove my way through the crowd, until my fellow agent comes into view. 

The man holding up the card has greasy combed black hair, a lampshade style mustache, and tanned skin.

I walk up to the man and wave him down. He notices me, and walks over to me with a wide smile on his face.

“Hola senorita are you Hielo Domingo?”

His voice catches me completely of guard and I have a hard time holding in my laughter. His voice sounds exactly like a stereotypical Mexican, his voice has a heavy Spanish accent, and it's easy to tell that English definitely isn't his first language. Speaking of which how the hell did they get a Mexican taxi driver to get in Hong Kong? I bet he isn't part of the agency and is just some random guy my co workers hired as a prank.

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

“A ah yes. I am. And you are Flash I presume?”

He nods his head in agreement.

“Si senorita, I was given a large sum of pesos to drive you to your destination. And your coworkers told me to wish you a happy Cinco De Mayo.”

I sigh and rub my temples.

Wow so that's why. It's fucking cinco de mayo. To be honest I feel bad for this driver even if they did pay him handsomely. Now he will miss the  cinco de mayo festivities in Mexico.

“Follow me senorita, I will take you to my car.” 

He waves his hand and motions for me to follow him.

He leads me away from the crowds and through a back alleyway until we come to a small garage. He flips up a cover and types in a passcode. 

With a whirring sound the garage door lifts itself into the the roof.

My eyes open wide in surprise as I see the car that will soon drive me through the city.

Standing in front of me is a Lamborghini…. Painted in the colors of the Mexican flag. With the symbol of the eagle standing on the cactus painted intricately on the hood of the car.

‘Wow… I don't even know what to say anymore, they got a Mexican to come to Hong Kong during cinco de mayo, and said Mexican drives a “Mexican” car.’

“Umm this is a nice…. Car” I say.

The driver walks to the back of the garage.

“Oh yes senorita mucho gracias for the car.” He says as he fetches the keys.

‘Wait what why is he thanking me?’

I give him a questioning look.

He opens the door and says, “your friends are very generous, this car was part of the contract.”

I open the door and set down in the passenger's seat of the car.

“The contract?”

The Mexican man puts in his key and the engine roars to life.

VRRM VRRM!

“Si I was give a large sum of money as well as this car, I hope you like the paint job.”

Suddenly I don't feel as bad for this driver anymore…

Flash reached up and took out a pair of sunglasses from an overhead compartment. He flicked them open and placed them on his face.

“Senorita hold onto something this may be a rough ride.”

Nooooo not another rough ride, I get motion sickness too!!!

Flash grabbed the wheel, and stepped on the gas pedal.

The car screeched out of the garage into the city.