Worth It's In Weight In Gold (Mike & Ace) - Mature

He woke up at his keyboard, the impression of some keys evident on the side of his face. Mike had been in the US for about four years now, having flown over from England, and he'd amassed an impressive array of technological equipment during his stay, the epicentre being a massive TV with all of his equipment hooked up to it. He looked at his watch, two-thirty. He'd missed half the day, but luckily, he had no plans. Standing up from his tech hub, he stretched and twisted a little, a loose attempt to get his muscles to work. Walking over to the kitchen, and to the fridge, he pulled out some milk then went to the cupboard, where he retrieved a bowl and some bland supermarket brand cereal. It was better than nothing. Once he had finished, he washed the bowl and put it away, returning the milk, and grabbing a beer in it's place. His eyes were sore from staring at his computer screen all night. He was writing a code for a security system that he hoped would be the most complete computer security package ever built.

But enough of that, it was time for a beer. Turning on the TV, he flicked through a few channels, before settling on the news. Before he sat down, he went to the front door and picked up his mail. Bills. Excellent. Just what he'd always wanted put through his door. He put the mail on the side table by the door, and made his way to the couch facing the TV. He sat down, slumping back, then reached down into the gap between the cushions and pulled out a bottle opener. Cracking open the beer, he took a swig, then placed it on the coffee table. Bored, he flicked through more channels, not finding anything on that was interesting. He finished off his beer, then headed back to his hub. Cracking his knuckles, he got back to work. He had a deadline given by the internet security company, and it was approaching fast. He wasn't worried however, he was almost finished. With that, he begun to type frantically, not caring to check for errors, as he was certain there wasn't any.

Hours passed, and he was unusually tired. Instead of staying at his computer, he decided to go to bed. He stripped to his underwear, and got inside the covers. His head hit the pillow and he was out like a light.

"What the fuck!" Mike yelled, awoken in shock at the mysterious woman standing over him, pointing a gun in his direction. His first thought was to reach for the dagger he hid under his pillow, but since there was a lot more distance between his hand and the dagger, in comparison to Mila's finger and the trigger of her gun, he thought better of it. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his somewhat panicked tone bouncing off the walls. He waited for her response while pondering how she got in. He'd just replaced his house alarms, so why hadn't they gone off? "How did you get in here?" he asked, feeling slightly less scared, given Mila's apparent hesitation with the gun. His ribs were a little sore from the mild kicking he was given, but he had slightly more pressing matters, such as the fact that there was still a loaded gun pointed at him.

Sitting up, he rested against the headboard, and attempted to adjust his eyesight to the darkness. He then realised he was still half naked, and pulled his covers up to by his neck. "H-How long have you been here?" he stammered slightly, looking at his closed bedroom window.

Mike was stunned. He didn't know what to say next, so he remained silent and listened to Mila's instructions. He had many thoughts running through his head. An operation? And they needed him? How did they find out about him? His computer security was second to none, so there was no way they could have found him tha-
He suddenly realised. Someone with highly advanced security is going to stick out like a sore thumb, like a tank in a library. Thinking back, he remembered someone tried to hack into his systems and failed, but the way in which it failed, and the methods Mike used to quell the threat alerted the FBI. So maybe it had alerted these people too. He wasn't sure, but he went with that notion for the time being.

His curiousity was certainly piqued by what Mila was saying, despite her somewhat forceful entrance, and her quite blatant and brash demands rung in his ears like alarm bells. He listened to the rest of what she had to say, before she attempted to make her exit, popping her head back through the window. He looked at the card she'd given him, and he chuckled to himself. "Heh, reminds me of Men In Black." He was awake now, surprisingly alert giving the late hour. There was no way he was getting back to sleep after an intrusion from practically his perfect woman. He put the card on his bedside cabinet, then he noticed a strange smell emanating from the now open window. Then he was asleep.