Chapter 88 - 90
Avara POV
"Is there a reason you’re waking me up at the crack of dawn?" I mutter, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Simon crouches, pulling a stainless steel case from a hidden compartment. With practiced ease, he flips open the latches, revealing an assortment of specialized gadgets—tiny, intricate devices I don’t even have names for.
"Alright, 007," I say, raising an eyebrow. "What’s all this?"
"Listening devices, signal jammers, and a few defensive tools that might come in handy. And I’m going to teach you how to use them."
"Spycraft for dummies?"
His lips quirk in amusement, and he tosses me a quick glance before returning to his work. My eyes drop to the unmistakable shape of a gun tucked into his waistband. I can’t stop staring, and when his gaze follows mine, the realization hits him. With a casual tug, he pulls the hem of his shirt down to cover the weapon.
"Can’t be too careful," he says lightly, though the weight of his tone suggests otherwise.
I shift uncomfortably. "That’s probably something I should learn how to use too."
His eyes flick to mine, filled with more concern than curiosity. "You sure? You don’t look sure."
"I never thought I’d need to, but things are... different now. I might not have a choice."
Simon’s jaw tightens as he draws the gun from his waistband. He holds it out to me, and I hesitate before taking it.