prologue | mission

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-PROLOGUE-

A young woman sat at her desk, glasses on the tip of her nose, whilst she read a case file over and over. Her brows furrowed to touching, and after a while, she finally took off her glasses to rest.

Downstairs there was a bit of chaos, as John Hartley chased his daughter around the ground floor, considering the fact that she had a gun in her hands. The safety was on, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before she figured out how to turn it off.

She finally got on the kitchen countertop, sitting comfortably as she giggled at her father's frantic expression. She looked at the gun in her hand and fiddled about with it till the safety clicked off.

"Izzy, please, put down Daddy's gun." He pleaded.

"Nope!" Giggled the 6-year-old as she pointed the barrell at the nearby wall.

"Honey, no, no, no, put it down!" John took a step closer to her, but the moment he did, she pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into her mother's priceless vase.

The object shattered with a deafening noise, and John took the momentary shock as a window to grab and hide his gun before telling his daughter, "Let's not tell your mother about this okay?"

"Let's not tell me about what?" Asked Sarah, coming into the room. Her eyes widened upon seeing her vase in pieces, and her husband holding Isabella by the shoulders while the little girl simply grinned as if Christmas had come early.

"What happened to my vase?!" Exclaimed the woman. She rushed to Isabella, checking the girl over as she asked worriedly, "Did you get hurt, baby?"

"Nope, mama!" Giggled Isabella.

"What have we talked about in terms of playing with Daddy's guns?" Asked Sarah, raising an eyebrow. She still, however, kept a small smile on her face to reassure the child that she wasn't upset.

"Um...we don't play with Daddy's guns." Replied the girl.

"Now, say sorry." Prompted Sarah.

"Sorry, Daddy..." Whispered Isabella. It was loud enough for John to hear, who smiled, "It's okay, sweetheart. Just don't do it again, okay?"

"Okay!" Smiled Isabella.

"You, sir, need to clean up this mess. I left her with you for five minutes and she gets a hold of your gun and shoots my vase. Consider your babysitting privileges revoked." Sarah smirked at John. Turning to her daughter, she lifted the 6-year-old in her arms and smiled, "Is my baby girl hungry?"

Isabella shook her head with a slight pout and hugged her mother tightly, making Sarah chuckle, "Oh, you want to be a clingy little girl, huh?"

Just as she sat down on the couch, she received a phone call. It was from her boss, which made her roll her eyes in annoyance. She held Isabella close and picked up the phone, saying in an irritated voice, "Good evening, this is the Bishop speaking. How may I help you?"

After a series of 'hm's, she cut the call and turned to John, who had just walked in with a dust pan full of glass pieces.

"What's the matter?" He asked, taking Isabella from his wife. The girl had fallen asleep, having been tired out enough by running away from her father not too long back.

A small smile spread over Sarah's features as she replied, "We have a new mission."

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