One of the best spies in the United States suffers Post Traumatic Stress breakdowns and almost dying on the job. She goes back to her hometown to spend winter break with her family members and to take care of her mental health. Things are going well...
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Kadie and I made it to the wrestling training facility that Ms. Take told us to go to. It's 10 am and Kadie got the whole day to try out her passion. I'm glad that she is living out her dreams.
It reminds me of when I first trained to become a spy. I was young and excited to be the best spy I can be. Training as a spy is a lot harder than becoming one. Every spy in our agency needs to be in good health, especially when it gets dangerous and physical. We have to learn how to be stealthy and not be too noticeable. The number of classes we had to be in felt like being in school again.
But the most challenging part of becoming a spy is not the physical or intellectual skills, but the mental skills. We have to be mentally strong to face any challenges. If we're not mentally strong, then the whole mission falls apart and it could be fatal.
Ironically, I said that because I wasn't mentally strong during my last two missions as a spy. I let my emotions and mind get the best of me. I wish I could have done things better, but it is what it is. I just have to live with it.
But I do hope that Kadie doesn't suffer the way I did. She's only 17 years old, a lot of life ahead of her. I don't want anything or no one stopping her from succeeding. I will make sure that none of these wrestlers give her a hard time. I may be a retired spy, but I can still beat them up with ease. So I'm going to pay close attention to them.
I swear if they heckle me again, I'm making sure Kadie gets another wrestling trainer. I'm still mad at Deathbed for calling me out, it was so uncalled for.
Yesterday was a fun night watching these wrestlers put on a great performance. It made me respect wrestling a lot more. But Deathbed almost ruined it by saying that he recognized me. Still doesn't make sense how he recognized me since I was wearing nothing but black and I had on my sunglasses and hoodie. I was The Invisible Woman yesterday.
Today, I'm wearing the same type of attire. Black shirt, black pants, black hoodie, and dark shades. I don't care if it's a restaurant, wrestling show, or wrestling training, I'm not letting anyone see my identity. The killer can be lurking anywhere, waiting for me to slip up. I'm not going to let that happen.
All I care about right now is to see my little sister train and keep her safe. Safety is key because she's only 17 years old and I don't want to see her in pain. I can't have any of my family members getting hurt, that would break my heart.
"Are you ready?" I ask her.
"I've been waiting my whole life for this moment." She said with enthusiasm.
"If any of these wrestlers hurt you, I will gladly beat them up," I tell her, she chuckles.
"I appreciate it. But everything will be fine and I can handle my own." She tells me.
"Go get 'em, girl!" I tell her. We leave my vehicle, she has her gym bag filled with items useful for training. She brought extra pair of clothes, deodorant, spray, workout shoes, jump rope, knee pads, elbow pads, water, granola bar, and her wrestling outfit.
