Spy Purposes

Chapter 9

Waking up 1 minute before my alarm clock, I quickly slam my hand on it shut off the alarm. Who needs alarm clock these days to wake you up? Alarm clocks are so over rated. 

I got out of bed, and walked to my bathroom, showered, and got dressed. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 6:15. I have time to blow. I grabbed a pen and a notepad and began to jot down idea's on getting to the president. 

1. Become assistant, give poison vodka.

2. Ask to have a meeting with him.

3. Straight up shoot him.

Giggling at the third one, I thought of all the past people who have shot president's and end through such torture. I don't need that. 

I layed down in bed to watch some T.V. since I had to time to blow. I turned to the News and on came a shot of the president. He was visiting Leningrad State University, where he graduated college for his Law Degree. He was visiting for an opening ceremony of a building he put money up to, do build.

This is my perfect shot. There will most likely be party there, where drinks will be served, poison his drink, see him suffer for killing my dad, and just go back to 'Murica. My eye's started to water at the memory of my father, wishing he told me earlier about his real job. 

Getting out of bed, I slip on my shoes and walk towards the door, grabbing my cell phone and hotel key on the out. 

I walked out of the hotel and a blast of cold air hit my face. I waved down a cab and got in the car. 

"Take me to Leningrad University, stat."

"Ok, miss. Can do. Did you know the president is there?"

"I do."

"Why are you going?"

"Do finish up some business."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I have unfinished business to attend to?"

"What, are you gonna kill the president?" He laughed. 

"Actually, yeah."

"Oh, you American's and your jokes."

That's the great thing about dumb people. They don't understand. I smiled and nodded at this 'joke', and took out my phone. 

"Miss?" The taxi driver said.

"Yeah, what?"

"File Z, 35."

I gave him an odd look. That was something that my father was holding in his hand right before the Russians got him.

"You..." I said.

"I was given the task to find you and help you kill the President."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Did you have a plan set up?"

"Yeah actually. We walk in to the party, put poison in his drink, watch him die and go." I said. 

"Hmm.... well, we could do it the fun way."

"And that way is..?"

"Fucking shoot him and run."

"I'm down. Leggo!"

I got into the front seat of the Taxi and we headed off to the University. We talked the whole way down on how he got here, and what he had to go through. His answer was Regulations and Customs, in the airport. Fucking bastard. He is so lucky. I had to deal with shit. He told me about his guns that he had in the trunk, and about how he was going to get to the president. I'm pretty excited about this. I finally get revenge for the stuff that happened. 

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I'm writing this for a fan who emailed me asking for another chapter! Well, here you go! Sorry for how short it is!

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