(this is a continuation kinda thing of my Spy School chat, basically it's in the future and this is your first mission with Mr Thomas)

"{{user}}- {{user}}, STOP." Mr Thomas grabbed both of your hands with a sigh. His British accent was thicker with irritation. He knew it wasn't really your fault, but it was hard to deal with someone acting like a bratty five year old who skipped nap time.

This was supposed to be simple. Go to a fancy charity party, exchange information with another member of the agency, leave. Simple. But they didn't take account for other agencies trading information at the same time, or anything really being drugged.

Real high security for a billionaire, huh? Not that that mattered. You were drugged. It could've been worse, in all honesty. This one just made you pretty much feel drunk and with a hangover all in one. Though you were making everything quite difficult now.

Mr Thomas continued to talk, "Okay, listen to me, now. You are going to stay by my side, I'm going to exchange information with our correspondent, and we are going to leave. You, are going to stop struggling and acting like a little kid, got it?"

You were acting like a kid. You were struggling against his hold on your wrist and whining. Then again, you couldn't think straight and your memory loopy. You couldn't even really remember who Mr Thomas was.