The Wrath Of Rex Grayson

Chapter 5

Rex paused his thoughts, waiting for the man to declare everything was a joke and that they were playing a sick joke on him. However, the elderly man had a serious face on.

The director's phone beeped  

 "DNA says you are not related, so you must be a doppelganger," he said and ordered Rex to make a decision.

"Everything is a Joke, right?" Rex finally spoke. 

The man warned, "Mr Grayson, with your pretty face, men will make a meal out of you. Therefore, my advice is to sign a contract with us.

Rex swallowed hard, asking the man to show him his ID. He understood he already said who he worked for but he needed to be sure.

The director removed his badge and gave it to Rex.

"What exactly does the NSA do?" he asked.

"More like the CIA but we have jurisdiction in the country and way above them," the old man smiled.

"So if I get this job, I will not save time?"

The old man smiled again, "Yes and I think we are wasting time discussing your doubts," the director said and removed a contract from his file. "You go to Israel or you become someone's wife in prison," he joked.

Rex got up, nervously moistening his dry lips. Desperation etched its way into every crease. 

"Sit down, Grayson!" the man ordered.

Rex's hands twitched spastically, he was all sweaty and his breathing ragged. The deal in front of him was too good to be true.

"Mr Grayson, your decision, we have other candidates waiting for this opportunity," the old man insisted.

Rex looked at the contract again, one did not trust the man but one thing was right. He was going to be turned into everyone's bitch plus a punching bag in prison.

"But…but I have no experience…I work in an office job," he stated.

"Your first assignment will not need any skill. Just show up at a restaurant. The person will confirm your face and hand you a briefcase," the man explained 

"Restaurant?" Rex asked.

"Yes in Israel, full of customers. The person only trusts Chad," the director emphasized and pulled the contract from Rex's hand.

Rex pushed it back, he had taken a fall for a crime he did not commit so he was not going to let a miracle pass him. 

As it stood, he was already a dead man in the prison walls. 

"Pen… pen," he said out. 

The director handed him a pen and he quickly signed it.

For unknown reasons, he felt like the weight of the five-year sentence he was given, lifted off him. 

The director grabbed the contract, Placed it in his file and asked him to wait.

Rex watched as the man walked out of the room.

He let out a sigh, wondering what was going to happen next.

The door opened and a woman dressed in what appeared to be military walked in with the director following from behind.

"This is not going to work!" she said, staring at Rex.  

 "He looks like a scared kitty," she got closer.  "And he does not smell like Chad but smells of piss," she turned away.

Rex looked away embarrassed 

"Prep him up and make him look and smell like Chad," the director ordered, walking out of the room.

The woman rolled her eyes and asked Rex to get up.

"Hurry up, we only have two hours," the woman said.

Rex quickly got up and was taken to a bathroom where he was ordered to shower up. 

After he was done, a hair stylist was brought in to make him look very identical to the late Chad and he was finally put in a suit and handed a briefcase.

Rex stood in front of the mirror in an expensive tailored suit and a slicked-back haircut, unable to recognise himself. 

The woman walked back into the room this time with a smile. 

A jet will take you to Israel, and a man will pick you up at the airport," she ordered.

"What… NOW!" Rex asked. 

"You blow your cover, we send you back to jail," the woman warned.

Rex swallowed hard, his heart on the verge of bursting out.

"The mission is simple, the driver will drop you at the restaurant and you are to sit in the back seat and wait for a woman dressed in white," she explained. 

"The woman will hand you a briefcase and you are to hand her yours," she added and warned him not to say any words to the woman.

Rex nodded and before he knew it, he was in Israel getting picked up by the driver and was already in his seat at the restaurant.

He was shaking, his heart was practically in his hands.

The door opened and a woman in white with a briefcase walked in and sat from across the table.

He quickly handed her his briefcase but to his horror, she pointed a gun at him under the table and asked for the safe word.