. 6 .

                                    

                                          
A couple days passed with no news about the E.F.F. It made (F/N) a little jumpy, as if the enemy was planning something. She didn't used to be this paranoid, before all of this. 
                          
Most of her time was spent in her room and in the living room hanging out with the guys. She particularly liked bro-ing it up with Nogla, Marcel, and Brock, as they were by far the nicest to her. Delirious was...a handful and Craig and Tyler barely gave her the time of day, but she just hoped that meant they were busy and not that they didn't like her. 
                          
Not that she thought she did anything to make any of the guys dislike her, yet Brian tormented her like an annoying high school bully and Evan would only interact with her when they had their martial arts lessons. 
                          
"If you're my bodyguard, why are you avoiding me?" She asked one day after a quiet session. (F/N) was improving as she found herself on the mat less and less. Evan was already heading back up the stairs, but froze. 
                          
"I'm not avoiding you, (F/N), I'm busy." She went to the bottom of the stairs and crossed her arms, unsatisfied. 
                          
"What work?" He waved his hand and started up the stairs again.
                          
"Stuff to keep you safe." (F/N) huffed and ran up the stairs, hoping to stop him before he locked himself in his room again. Just as she hit the landing, though, Brian stepped in front of her. 
                          
"Had a fun session?" He asked, a smirk gracing his lips. 
                          
"Move, I'm trying to talk to Evan." She tried to step to the side, but he followed, continuing to block her way. 
                          
"He has work to do. Why don't you talk to me instead?" (F/N) rolled her eyes and saw that Evan was already gone. 
                          
"Great. Thanks Brian." He grinned, placing his hands on his hips. 
                          
"What, am I not good enough to talk to?" She hated the mocking tone he always took with her. 
                          
"I'm sure you couldn't handle a conversation without insulting someone, that's for sure." She glared back. He, shockingly, looked a bit taken aback. 
                          
"I don't insult people in every conversation I have." (F/N) scoffed and pushed past him. 
                          
"Well every time we talk, you end up saying something rude about my background or how I am not helping by trying to go out on missions, so yea, I'd say you do. From my experience." 
                          
With that she left the kitchen to take a shower. It kind of felt good telling Brian off and it was even sweeter that he looked ashamed when she left. 
                          
Now, present day. (F/N) was lounging on her bed, messing around on her phone. With a sigh, she locked it and stared at the ceiling. She hated to admit it, but she was bored. The garden party spy mission was intense, but fun. She felt like she was helping, even if Evan and Brian didn't think so. 
                          
She sat up and picked up the business card sitting on the nightstand. Sterling Birmingham. One of the heads of the E.F.F. and a potential gold mine of information. She bit her lip and looked at the bathroom door. Evan was on the other side of the bathroom, yet she hadn't seen him in a couple days. 
                          
It's too dangerous! She could just hear him say. With that thought, she swallowed and unlocked her phone. 
                          
"Mr. Birmingham? This is Anne Silva. I was wondering if we could meet somewhere?"
                          
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Setting up the meeting was easy. Sneaking out of the place that was supposed to keep others out? Now that was complicated. 
                          
(F/N) found that her window faced the same direction as they garage and after tucking a couple pillows under her blanket in an attempt to trick the guys, she quietly slid out the window and tip toed to the garage.