Hunting The Hunter

The Best of the Best

*Angela's P.O.V.*

Hi. I'm Angela Kopperstone. I am the daughter of the best of the best. My mom and dad were CIA agents and they were the best. The whole world agrees on that. They sacrificed their lives to save millions of people across the world, heck they saved the world. I was 1 when it happened. It was like the whole world came to their funeral. People from all over the world had come. Queen Elizabeth II , Barack Obama, the whole CIA troop was obviously there. I went with my grandma. I had no idea what had happened all I knew was that my world had collapsed right in front of my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. Absolutely nothing. CIA was my home. I was raised here. My training had started since before I was born. I was born to do this. Besides revenge is sweet. I was going to get my revenge. My ultimate goal was to kill the prick who killed my parents and avenge their death. I wanted to make it as painful as I could. I wanted to make him beg me to just kill him. I wanted him to beg for death. And I wanted it so bad that it was the only thing that kept me going. After a few months, grandma died of some kind of disease. No one else wanted to take me in so Child Care Services stepped in and I was an orphan because no other family member wanted to have anything to do with us. They never liked mom and dad grandma told me once. So it was obvious they wouldn't like me. Well I was an orphan but Mr. Davis took me in. I had a place of my own but he was legal guardian until I was 18 of course. He taught me everything I knew. From shooting to the art of misdirection to dissembling a bomb. Everything. He made me train hard like super hard because he thought-scratch that-he knew that I had it in me to be the best, even better than my parents. They were the best on the field. It's what they did. It was in their blood, so I'm guessing and praying that it's in mine too. It's been 17 years of constant training. I went to school too. But college I don't know. Mom and dad did college but I don't know. I finished high school a year ago. 18. Finally. I'm the boss of me now. Like finally. I lived in gran's house or mom and dad's wherever I wanted to or felt like. I did undercover missions now and then. The new kids looked up to me so I couldn't fail. Besides mom and dad would be proud of me. Proud of how far I've come.

The whole 'you're the best!' thing really is pressurizing. I mean okay. I get it. Let me do it on my own. But no I had to stick to the rules which was really irritating. I had a sting to pull in 5. A guy ran a drug business and he sold arms hidden in suitcases filled with drugs. I had to get him to confess everything well as much as I could without exposing myself. Then SWAT would roll in and arrest him. Done. Simple as that. I was to act like I was here to pick up the stuff The Dragons had ordered. The Dragons were the most wanted group of drug dealers. They used to deal with only drugs but recently they started supplying arms too.

I reached the place. The hub of the place that dealt in drugs with anyone and everyone. I parked my car it was a beauty but it wasn't mine. It was just for the mission. My car was a true beauty. A sky blue convertible. I made it myself with some help of course. I stepped out wearing the kind of clothes you wear to clubs and parties. It was some stupid thing called a dress. They made me accessorize. I mean someone could choke me with the fancy-smanshy dragon necklace they made me wear. Don't get me wrong I loved dragons but I hated fancy stuff. I stick with simple but effective kind of stuff. I loved my guitar necklace that my mom left for me for my 13th birthday. It was hers and now it's mine. I looked around taking in my surroundings. It was a huge place. It was a huge garage type shed near the dock and was really well hidden. We had lots of informers and spies so finding this location wasn't hard. Anyway I walked close to this kind of stall. There I saw someone I least expected to. It was Jack. Jack Mason. His dad used to run the whole chain of businesses. Mark Mason. The rumor was that he started the drug business to pay for his wife's treatment. But she died. They couldn't save her. Word on the street is that their drug business is going to stop. But I had to go on with the plan. "Umm...I'm here to pick the delivery for The Dragons." "Sure." He replied. "Umm...can I talk to Mark Mason?" I asked. "Sorry Ma'am he's dead." I almost broke down crying on the spot. "But that-that can't be." I stuttered. "Yes ma'am he's gone. I'm sure." He handed me the suitcase and I gave him the money. "When did he die?" I asked. "Um...a few days ago. Did you know him Miss?" "I'm Emily Sanders and yes. He had helped me a lot. I wanted to help him with his wife but he told me that he didn't need any help. I'm sorry for your loss."