Agent 4 Guards her Crotch

[Author's note: I don't plan on continuing this story. I wasn't pleased with the direction it was going in and I've started another story that's more to my liking. There are things I like about this one, so I thought it was worth publishing. I do hope you enjoy this for what it is.]

My name is Emily, but within the agency I'm referred to as Agent 4. I've been tasked with ensuring the safety of a data drive, keeping it hidden in this hotel room until it can be passed on to another agent for it's final delivery. Though there hasn't been much time to install security in the room or to formulate contingency plans in case of infiltration, I'm certain the data is safe. I've secreted it on the underside of the bathroom sink within the cabinet. I only need to keep it safe for a few days. For now my greatest defense is secrecy and anonymity. No one knows who I am or why I'm here, so an attempted attack or infiltration is unlikely.

I hear a faint rattling noise coming from the front door and all sorts of paranoid thoughts course through my mind. The mere potential for danger fills me with both dread and determination. Someone is unlocking the door with a key and they're trying to keep it quiet. It could be hotel staff coming to maintain the room, albeit at an uncommon time, or it could be someone looking to steal the data.

I only have moments to prepare before they enter. I can't draw my pistol from my concealed holster, otherwise I would raise suspicion if it's merely a staff member. If danger does present itself, hopefully there would be time for me to draw it. The knob turns and the door quickly swings open as two men enter the room, one of them wielding a handgun. They're most certainly not hotel staff. Before I can reach my weapon the man's handgun is already aimed directly at me.

"Don't you fucking move," the man says, his voice quiet so as not to draw unnecessary attention from the neighboring rooms.

The man wielding the gun is fairly slender, someone I may be able to overpower if given the element of surprise. His partner, however, is tall and of muscular stature. It would take incredible skill to subdue him, if it was at all possible for someone of my size and strength to do. I feel my whole body trying to shake from fear, but I try to stay calm. I tighten all my muscles to at least hide how much I'm trembling. All of my training hasn't prepared me for the absolute terror of looking down the barrel of a gun.

The muscular man searches me and my body quivers as I feel his hands travel over my body. He finds my pistol and holsters it behind his back.

The skinny man motions to his partner.

"Search the place. I'll keep this bitch here."

The muscular man walks deeper into the room, looking for likely hiding spots.

"Just kill her and help me search," he says as he walks into the bedroom. I feel my face go flush hearing those words, terrified that I may actually die at any moment if they decide it.

The skinny man looks down the sights of his weapon and into my eyes. I try once again to not show how scared I am.

"Not yet. We may need her, and we can't afford to attract attention yet."

Even if I cooperate they're going to kill me once they find the data drive. I have to do something, and quick. My mind frantically weighs all my options, as scant as they are.