It can't be, it just can't be...

Chapter 2

Saturday morning came and I asked my aunt where I came from, she told me the same story as in the file, but I knew she was lying though and demanded her to tell me where I really came from.

" You're right, I am lying.", she said. "You didn't come from the front doorstep, your parents asked us to look after you.

They were afraid that they were endangering you, because your parents were spies...

Your dad called me when you were still young and told me that he and your mom would be killed by a Russian terrorist named, Anthon Neonorrovich, that night."

She then showed me a newspaper article with a big title saying, 'Kate Wilson and Andrew Wilson, MURDERD!!!', "But who was the woman in the train the other day?"

I then suddenly started crying and asked, "Why them?!?!, why my family?!?!"

I then ran upstairs to my room, shut the door and just screamd as loud as possible.

A few minutes later my aunt came up and knocked on my door asking if she may come in. At first I ignored her, but I couldn't because she did nothing wrong and then opened the door and let her in. She than said that she never heard from them afterwards.

I then asked her what my parent's name were, she said that my mom's name was Kate and my dad's Andrew.

My aunt then gave me all the photos and information about them that she had, but she also gave me a letter explaining why they couldn't be with me and begging me to forgive them for ruining my life. "I do, I do forgive you mom and dad, I do.", I said.

The letter also explainind who Yassen Neonorrovich was, saying that he was a Russian terrorist, killing everyone in his way. It also said that he will be looking for me, so I have to be extra careful now.

I then saw a little family picture with me, my mom and my dad. "Wait the woman who I saw the other day looks exactly like my mom, WAIT....", I then told my aunt what if my mom escaped from Yassen Neonorrovich and had a fake ID set up for her.

My aunt then said that it's possible, but why has she never called me...?

And then a small folded paper fell out the back of the photoframe, I then opened it and it said that I have to go to a place called MI6, at first I just thought it was a joke, but when I thought about what happned to my parents, I just couldn't think about jokes now.

Sunday, I decided to do a bit of research about this MI6 place. The web litterately exploded with information, it seemed that MI6 was a Spy agency, who has all the famous spies like James Bond. I then decided to go there on Monday morning.