The Secret Mission

Chap 1

"No," he whispered, paralyzed, as the
echo of a gunshot ripped through the
air. The scream that followed belonged
to Eve, a shriek of despair that only an
innocent heart could release. He was
just five years old, clutching his stuffed
toy, forced to witness the brutal killing
of his beloved dog right before his
eyes. From that day on, something
inside him fractured beyond repair. The
trauma left him mentally scarred, and
he was admitted to the hospital, where
he remained for eighteen years-his
childhood lost in sterile, white walls.
Upon his release, he returned to society
and reluctantly took over his parents
business, haunted by memories of
innocence lost.

"Dammit," she muttered, jolting awake
from a dream that was anything but
comforting. In the haze of sleep, her
parents had been there-agents for the
American Intelligence Agency, AIA. They'd left for a mission when she was just twelve but they vanished without a trace. That
memory became the fuel for her
resolve; she joined the AlA herself as a
student agent. Her journey was
relentless, and over the next nine years
she rose through the ranks. She was
now known as Agent 06, though her
dream was to inherit her mother's title-
Agent 01. Ruthless in her pursuit, she'd
earned the nickname "The

Unsympathetic Princess" for her
ice-cold demeanor and unbreakable will.

"BAM!" The sound of the gunshot
reverberated as he mercilessly ended
the life of a man begging for mercy. He
turned his gaze, steely and unfeeling
toward the terrified woman next to him.
She was sobbing, pleading. He pointed
his gun at her. 'You know where my
parents are," he hissed, his voice
trembling with both rage and

desperation. "Tell me, and 1'll let you go"She shook her head frantically
stammering, "I... I don't-" But he didn't
wait to listen. Another shot rang out
and then silence. Back home, he
rummaged through an old drawer and
found a dusty photo of his parents. His
eyes grew misty as he whispered, "I'm
coming for you."

"There you go," said the CE0 of one of
the wealthiest companies in the world
as he signed a check for $300,000 to
charity. He was a man revered for his
philanthropy, having built an orphanage
that he visited every weekend. Although
he had no family of his own, those
children filled the void in his heart.
They were his life, his purpose, and he
showered them with the kindness and
affection he wished he had received.

"Stop right there!" Her voice sliced
through the chaos as she cornered the
masked intruder within AIA

headquarters. The man grabbed a
bystander, pressing a knife to his
throat. "Drop your weapon," he
demanded. She had no choice; to
protect the innocent, she lowered her
gun. In an instant, the man slipped into
a nearby car and sped off, leaving her
fuming.

Back at headquarters, her superior was
waiting. "What is wrong with you
Anna?" he thundered. "You've never lost
a criminal before, but this is the third
time!" His voice dripped with

frustration. "I'm sorry, sir," she

murmured, swallowing her pride. "Sorry
won't cut it. We need results. You have
three days to bring him in." With steely
determination, Anna worked tirelessly
piecing together fragments of
information on the mysterious criminal
When she finally identified him, she
gasped. It was Andrew-her childhood
friend, the boy she hadn't spoken to in
years.

Flashback
"Leave her alone!" a young Andrew had
shouted, standing up to the girls who
were bullying Anna. The bullies scurried
off, and he extended his hand. "Are you
alright?" he asked, his voice warm and
caring. "Thank you for saving me," Anna
replied, taking his hand. "What's your
name?" she asked. "It's Andrew. And
you must be Anna, right?" From that day
forward, they were inseparable, meeting
every day at her school playground to
play and talk. Then, one day, Andrew
didn't show up. Anna waited, worried
until finally deciding to visit his house,
only to find it empty. She discovered a
letter waiting for her:

___________________________________________

Dear Anna

I'm sorry for leaving without saying
goodbye. I knew you'd come looking, so
left this letter. Something came up,
and 1 have to go to another country. 1
hope you'll understand. Someday, we'll
meet again. Here's my number:
555-1 235-580

-Andrew

___________________________________________

Anna felt betrayed yet determined. She
dialed the number without hesitation. A
deep, familiar voice answered. "Hello,
who is this?" She took a deep breath,
"Hey, it's me, Anna. Do you remember
me?" There was a pause, then a soft
chuckle. "Of course, Anna. How have
you been?" "Good... and you?" "Perfect,"
Andrew replied smoothly.

Andrew, there's something serious I
need to ask you, she began, but then
stopped short, remembering she was
an agent now, and he was the criminal
she was meant to apprehend. "Oh, I
forgot, she deflected hastily. He
laughed. "You stil forget things easily
Let's grab a coffee," he offered casually.
She hesitated but agreed. They
arranged to meet at his place, both
concealing their true identities from
each other.

The next day, Anna arrived at Andrew's
house, where they shared stories
hiding the darkness of their realities
behind forced smiles. He told her he
was a businessman; she pretended to
be a doctor. As she got up to leave, he
smirked. "It was nice meeting with
you... Agent 06." Anna froze, a chill
washing over her as she registered his
words. Then, a gunshot pierced the air,
shattering the silence.