So aside from half of the people in the house, everything was great. I mean if you also forget the part where ten people are on proverbial house arrest because Nazi terrorists were trying to kill all of us. And Hannah and Robin still hated me. And my son was going stir crazy because he didn't know any of us and his adoptive parents were dead—the FBI guys told us when they got there—but on the bright side, I got to keep my son now (and fix his awful name). So things were great, until June first. Isn’t it annoying how everything bad happens in June? Then the house was attacked, and it was a friggin blood bath. We lost a lot of good agents.
When the fighting started outside, Nada and I hurried everyone into the panic room in the basement and she went back out, locking the door behind her. And of course she expected me to stay behind. I gave Finn to Olivia and pulled out my gun, careful not to let Anton or Amanda see it before putting the code in and opening the door. "Protect them." I told Gideon, seeing as how he was the one with the most combat training in the room, other than Lizzy. Quietly locking the door behind me, I made my way through the house.
"Madelyn Everhart," a voice said from behind—a taunt, a dare to try and catch them—I spun around to point my gun at them, "or do you prefer the queen of spades?" Oliver French stood in front of me with a gun leveled at my head. I blinked, once, twice, and still Oliver before me.
"Nada buried you." I said, more to myself than to him.
"No, she buried Oliver. Now I will bury you."
A gunshot came, then silence…
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The Queen Of Spades
ActionWhat do you get when you mix an orphaned teenage spy fighting Nazi assassins with the melodramatic high school life of Ellsworth, Maine? A bloody mess (literally). But what happens when civilians get caught in the cross hairs? And what will it take...
