THE HONEYMOON PLAY? (HCC 59)

Thee Hannah Carmichael Chronicles

Your Briefing:

Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who is trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down as well, and roped Hannah and her friend and fellow agent Stephanie into the fight.
Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a known terrorist and CGT enemy, but now seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead and missing for over a decade, but has now shown up from his fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all.
It seemed as though everyone in Hannah’s life knew about CGT’s true motives but her. So how will she navigate her new status, new team members and new family dynamics?
With CGT linked to a World War III event called ‘Cataclysm’ – What will Hannah and her team find out, and how will they stop it? 

FIFTY-NINE

Hannah sighed as another bump in the road threw her into Stephanie’s shoulder. Behind her in the SUV, Zeke and Evelyn were attempting awkward small talk and someone from James’ team was driving. Hannah cleared her throat, “Collin, how far are we from the hotel?”
Colin glanced back at her through the rear view mirror then moved his eyes back to the road, “A few minutes.”
Hannah nodded then felt Stephanie lean in closer, “If we don’t stop this Cataclysm attack, it means more than just War,” Stephanie said quietly. Hannah nodded and sighed deeply, “We were branded terrorists before this attack, and if the world finds out we’re still alive, we’re the easy scapegoats.”
Zeke leaned up and through the two chairs, “I just want to clarify something.” He said softly. “These leaders, they don’t know we’re coming right?”
Hannah turned to face him, “No, neither leaders knows we’re coming to see them. Neither leader knows they are being targeted, and neither leader will be happy with what we have to tell them.” She turned back in her seat and took a deep breath in, “lets just hope we can talk sense into them before the plan takes effect, and before the peace talks start in a few days.”
The SUV slammed forward and Collin shut off the engine, turning with a frown.
“We’re here. Boss said the Little Lady is in charge; so what’s the plan?” Collin asked, cocking his head to the right as he watched Hannah. She took a small breath in, then nodded.
“Collin, you Evelyn and Stephanie go through the Employee access points and check their security. I want entry and exit points covered, security cameras monitored and everybody stays on alert at all times.” Hannah turned to face Zeke and nodded at him, “We’re going to get the master key from the Manager, then head up to the Prime Ministers’ room.”
“How are we getting the key? Asking permission?” Zeke asked, the light hearted teasing a welcome change. Hannah masked a smile then shook her head, “We’re going to have to be a bit more creative this time.”
As the two teams split, Zeke took Hannah’s hand as they walked into the hotel. She flinched, but relaxed into his hold and rolled her shoulders.
“So, the honeymoon play?” Zeke asked, winking at her as they walked closer to the door. She chuckled and shook her head slightly, “It’s odd to hear you say things like that.”
Zeke frowned then shrugged his left shoulder, “I guess things would have been a little different if you knew that from the start.” They moved quietly until Hannah smiled and gave her husband a small shove, “I guess so”. He momentarily lost balance then shoved her back, smiling and pulling her into his hold. He kissed her and Hannah tried not to let it distract her from their surroundings. A man opened the doors to the hotel and excused himself as he saw Hannah and Zeke in the doorway. They pulled away from each other and Zeke smiled, winking at her again as he whispered into her ear, “Here we go.”
They booked a room, asking for the honeymoon suite and requesting special newlywed discounts. While the manager ducked into the office at the back for the necessary paperwork and coupons, Zeke slipped behind the desk and started searching. Hannah watched for other staff until Zeke whispered, “Got it.” She turned back and smiled as he tugged it into his pocket and returned to her side. The Manager reappeared and they signed the paperwork for the room, heading towards the elevator. As they stepped inside, Hannah pushed the button for Level 13 and Zeke tapped his foot, looking up at the roof.
“Level 13 huh?” He asked.
Hannah shrugged, “I guess so. That’s what all the intel said.”
Zeke scoffed, “that’s not a bad sign at all.”
Hannah ignored his comment and stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway. As she clicked the key card into the lock, the door buzzed and she pushed it open.
“Prime Minister?” She asked as they made their way into the hotel room, closing the door behind them. The small living room was empty and Hannah turned to Zeke, “Check the bedroom.”
He moved towards the open door and she walked through the kitchen until Zeke’s voice boomed through the apartment, “Hannah!”
She pushed her way through the door to see the Prime Minister tied to a chair, hands bound behind his back and a blindfold over his eyes. Masking tape was stuck over his mouth and he was struggling, mumbling behind his gag. Hannah pulled her gun out of the holster as Zeke removed the blindfold, then started on the tape.
“Well, well, well.” A familiar voice from behind her made Hannah’s stomach flop over and she raised her weapon as she spun. The room was being invaded by a flood of CGT agents and Hannah and Zeke stood, with guns raised at either side of the Prime Minister. Hannah aimed her weapon at the man she had considered a friend, mentor, and father figure for years and spat out his name, “Anthony.”

Author’s Note:

Thanks for reading the latest instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Soon for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!

Christy Grace