My FALLEN ANGEL

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THE FALLEN ANGEL

That was what she was nicknamed. She never knew the reason for the nickname. After all she had always made clean jobs of her missions but she never let it bother her.

She had just come back from a mission and it was by far the most annoying mission she had ever been on. She still felt upset about it and it's so unlike her.

Maybe it had do with the fact that she still felt like the owner of the pain of auburn eyes were taunting her.

She crashed into her bed in HQ, hoping to get in some sleep before her debriefing but it seemed she wasn't going to get it.

"* Ring * ring *" How she so wanted to ignore it, but she knew if she did, she would have a team of armed agents barging into her room. So she picked it up before the last ring went out.

" Yes" she replied with a trace of irritation and fatigue lacing her voice.

There was a slight pause on the other end before a baritone voice came in.

" I'd really love to give you your rest but duty calls"

" Hmn" was all she responded with an eye roll to her supervisor. She knew he was the one  most eager to find out about her mission progress.

" Agent A, your debriefing will take place at Floor B in an hours time, we hope to see you then." he said in an official tone knowing full well that their call will be recorded.

" Understood"

After placing down the intercom, she let a frustrated and tired sigh escape her lips as she ran her hands through her raven locks.

She ordered for food before heading to the bathroom with her towel in tow.

She sighed once more, before stepping into the bathroom. She was not looking forward to the upcoming headache inducing event.

__30 minutes later

While walking to the elevator to get to the designated floor for her debriefing, she started contemplating how to explain her mission.

But very soon her thoughts wondered off to her childhood.

Scarlett Jones or more popularly known as Agent A and nicknamed the Bloody Angel.

Scarlett was born a beautiful girl, with raven locks that shined like the stars on a dark night and scarlet eyes that seemed to hold the world's innocence.  She was the type of girl you'd want to lock up forever, protecting her from knowing the evil of the world.

At least that's what one will expect from any normal parents but Scarlett's parent didn't fall into this category.
They agreed with the part of keeping her locked up but on the part of exposing her to the world evil, well she never had to look far to see it.

Scarlet was born out of wedlock. Putting it that way is beautifying it. Scarlett's mother, Serena Will, was a popular and famous international model. Her face could be found on every fashion magazine and her name on everyone's lips and heart. To the people she was an angel, a godsent gift, but for those who knew her well enough, she was an arrogant and self absorbed bitch.

She had a line of suitors begging for her hands in marriage but only few caught her interest. Her father, Gregory Jones, a rich and famous business man. The second son of the Jones family. The two were mutually attracted to one another. Or maybe they are more attracted to the benefit that comes with their marriage .

Serena had two frontrunners in the race for her hand in marriage. Her father was one and the other was a notorious playboy of their time, Steven Cliff. He was also from an affluent.