You Won't Know I'm Gone by Kristen Orlando

Author:Kristen Orlando
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

TWENTY

“What floor do you think the office is on?” Luke asks quietly next to me as I mentally scan the floor plan that was shoved in our faces for only sixty seconds before our test. Thanks, Mom, for the photographic memory.

We’re standing on the ground floor of a busy bank. Well, at least it looks like a busy bank. It has a few tellers, men and women scribbling their names on the backs of checks, and bankers dressed in suits and ties. It’s just another Qualifier test at one of the CIA’s many training facilities, one hour outside of Langley.

I love these exercises. It’s the only time we get to see the sun or breathe in air that’s made by trees and not machines. That underground bunker is starting to shrink with each passing week, and I’m actually starting to long for my days cooped up at the safe house. At least there I had the luxury of a window to the outside world.

“They really go all out for these tests, man,” Cam says next to me, pretending to look down at his cell phone but eyeing the two dozen low-level CIA operatives posing as actors for this assessment. “It’s hard to tell who is who in here.”

“That’s the whole point of the exercise,” I respond, still mentally scanning each floor on the blueprint, trying to figure out our next move. “You think when we’re in the field people are going to have terrorist or target sewn onto their collars?”

“Point made,” Cam responds, looking back down at his phone, trying to blend in with the other “civilians” in the crowd.

Our mission today: download the contents of an executive’s laptop to find a dirty money trail. My eyes quickly look over the roaming agents, wondering who could be our targets: bank insiders looking to catch us before we reach the crucial data. Dressed in an array of suits and jeans and hoodies, I have no clue who has their eyes on us. What I’m looking for is body language, shifting eyes, nervous hands.

Focus, Reagan. Focus. The office.

My mind mentally crosses off locations inside the building. According to the blueprint, the basement holds the vault and safety deposit boxes. An executive’s office wouldn’t be down there. And it wouldn’t be up on the main floor either. Way too much traffic. Far too easy for someone to steal information. The second and third floor house all the banking offices. And the better the view, the higher the salary.

“Third floor,” I answer confidently. “The only thing we were told is that the target has a VP level title at this bank. Seems only right he’d have a nice office on a high floor.”

“Corner office,” Luke surmises and nods his head.

“Not necessarily, but maybe,” I reply and look down at Mom’s watch ticking away on my wrist. We’ve been standing here for far too long. “We need to get going. We can’t all use the same staircase or that’s going to look super suspicious. Cam, you take the south stairs.

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