Bounty

this one and the next one are kinda boring...good stuff in chapter 6 so bare with me

Chapter 4
Under- aged driving
Not one hour later Alexa was seated in the back row of a small commuter jet headed for Rostoria, Mexico. The cabin was cold, thankfully but Alexa knew the Mexican heat would hit her like a brick wall as soon as she stepped booted foot off of the plane. She took this time to enjoy the air for the moment and to possibly get a little sleep. She’d left her bike back in the states, having been told that she would get another vehicle once she met her contact. Alexa laid her head back against the blue carpeted seat of the small air craft and closed her eyes, trying her best to get some rest if not sleep. But the captain had just turned back on the fasten seatbelts sign so she knew this flight would be over before her unconsciousness was allowed to take complete control.
Rachel Martinez. She repeated the name of her contact in her mind, when the plane came to a bumpy halt on the dirt ground of the makeshift runway in Rostoria. Alexa noticed a sleek black corvette near the end of the runway where the plane would land, as she watched its process through the window. A woman in a white business suit stepped out of the vehicle. The skirt clung to her curves like they were the only way the fabric would keep from melting off. The heels were high but not so much so that she seemed un-modest. The jacket of the outfit was only buttoned once because her cleavage would not allow it to be buttoned twice. She wore a low cut sleeveless blouse underneath it, for what Alexa believed to be modesty’s sake. The woman’s hair was long and thick, up in a bun and her chocolate colored bangs brushed the frames of her glasses lightly. Her skin was a naturally tan color and the sun here had heightened that so that she was nearly a nice golden brown hue. Alexa rose a brow when she leaned against the hood of the vehicle waiting.
Alexa gathered her bag and was the last one out of the plane. Just as she expected the heat hit her right in the face like stone and she could feel herself already beginning to sweat as she made her way towards the woman, who looked about a year or so older than herself but was actually only eighteen.
“Alexa Jones I presume.” The woman addressed her first with an outstretched left hand.
“That’s me.” Alexa answered and was surprised that she filled the other woman’s hand with her own instead of the strap to her bag, but she kept that on her shoulder. She never went far without that bag. “I’m guessing you’re Rachel Martinez then.”
She smiled and dimples sunk into both cheeks.
More like ditches. Alexa mused silently.
“I assume you’ve been prepped by Mr. Smith.”
Sounds so professional when you say it like that.
“Yes. He tells me that you’re the best at what you do.” Alexa gave her the once over. And what is that? Being the boss man’s mistress?
“Well I’ve heard the same about you.” She opened the passenger door of the corvette and motioned for her to get in. “Come, I’ll take you to the headquarters. I’m sure Mr. Rodriguez will be pleased to meet you.”
Alexa had noticed no accent until she had pronounced the name Rodriguez with just the right rolls of her r’s to convince Alexa that she was indeed from around here. Though she figured that one of her parents were not.
Alexa got into the car and waited until Rachel followed suit and sat behind the drivers seat. “Wait, what are you like sixteen?” Alexa inquired.
“Eighteen.” She corrected.
“Can you even drive this thing?”
Alexa was more than slightly taken aback by the smirk that the teen threw her.
“Oh crap,” she muttered.