Welcome to Lucia Gomez's life. A young special CIA agent. She is one of the youngest and best agents who was raised in The Western Department (TWD).
At a young age she got into an accident which was the cause of her mother's death. From the age of f...
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"Have fun at school, kids." I called out after Tom and Massi ran out the car to their waiting friends.
"Bye Lucy." They yelled making a smile appear on my face. I started driving away to school.
Parking the car; I got out and went to my friends who were waiting. We went made our way to our respective classes and the school day began as always.
The day went by and we all went home after picking up the kids.
We made some sandwiches as it was the only thing we could make without something possible going wrong. Well, other than getting a couple cuts.
I seriously am beginning to think that Lio can't use a knife. Not just any knife, a damn butter knife.
I got ready for the mission we planned on having together. The parents thought that it was a good idea and had sent us in a mission to get some men who work with the enemy into one of the warehouses.
They're important people and are high up at the food chain. We're not going to kill them. But torture them. And that's exactly what I've been looking forward to.
They work for The Juarez Cartel, owned by Silas Montgomery. A world known criminal known for his brutality and lack of empathy, as well as a narcissistic sociopath.
He had basically been selling his product in our land, and dad wants to send him a message.
Even if it meant he wouldn't be like how we take action.
"Ain't no way my daughter would be dressed as a stripper in a club full of old fucking losers that wants nothing but to get laid." Dad yelled through the screen.
"Chill dad. I mean it's not that deep." I sighed massaging my head that was thrown back as I laid it on the sofa's headset.
"Not that deep! You're saying that being naked in front of a bunch of perverts is not that deep?!" He said. I raised my head to see him staring straight at me with a disbelieving look.
"Don't seem like a problem to me." Mira said shrugging. All the male heads snapped towards here.
"Look, guys. It's not like I'm going to have sex with an oldy. This is only for a mission and it's my decision to make." I said leaning forward, placing my elbows on my knees.
Their eyes digging holes into my head.
"I'm your father. Plus, you're still a minor, meaning I'm the one making the decisions here." Dad said leaning back and crossing his arms, his office chair circling so he was turned away from his screen.
"Oh, and Aly. Don't think that you'll be going either." He added turning around, only to turn back around.
"What-! Are you serious? I've literally been to so many missions and there was never a problem with me stripping at a club?" She argued.
