Mission 21O
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Chapter 1.
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Mr. Smith's Point of View.
Wondering who I am? I'm Liam Smith. The father of Nick Smith and Pierson Smith.
Currently, I'm watching a happy family from a far. The Artist family. A family consisted of a father, mother and two lovely daughters. They're present is a blessing but as years pass, they're future will be somehow a terrifying nightmare.
"Mr. Smith, dinner is already waiting. Come." The light of the family speaks up across the dining room. Let's just call her, Mrs. Artist.
She just gave birth, a few weeks ago, to a beautiful baby girl.
Suddenly, a little brunnette girl keeps on pulling my hand. "Hi sweetheart. Come, let's take you to daddy." I carry her to the dining room with me.
"ARIANA!" The little girl keeps on screaming her name. Happy-go-lucky, as I see.
She's a year older than her baby sister. Yet, I believe she's quite a brat as she grows old.
"T'was great that you were able to visit us Liam." The father of the family pats my back. "I'm so glad you are able to see our new addition to the Artist clan." He proudly carry his newborn.
Him and I are highschool classmate until college. He's been my best friend through it all. We've been partners for a big technology company over the world. Lastly, we're spies. No kidding, intended. We've been spies ever since we're 17. And life is never easy, I could say.
I pull Brad, Mr. Artist, to the side for us to have a private conversation.
"Brad, you know life is written for your girls." I told Brad giving him a blank face.
He smile slightly. Somehow a mixture of dissappointment and happiness. "Can't we do something about it Liam?" He brush his hair off.
"We can't. We're spies. Life is never easy, Brad." I look over our back to make sure his wife couldn't hear anything. "Actually, I already received a threat from an unknown messenger. It says that they'll do everything to kill us especially you into pieces by starting of with your daughters..." As I said the last word, Brad punched the wall.
Our agency warned us that having a family is a dangerous thing. I, myself, have sons to protect and nourish to be spies.
"Brad, honey. I need your help with little Victoria." Mrs. Artists screams from the dining table.
Victoria, what a nice name. But, I feel bad for you sweetie.
You were just born yet your life was already foretold.
Victoria Artist, once your old enough, you're ready to handle Mission 21O.
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A/N: So here's the first chapter, this one is an important chapter. I hope you read this and enjoy. Love you all.
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Mission 21O
FanfictionVictoria Artist was just your typical high school girl. A girl who can turn boys head over heels for her. A girl who can make a lot of friends. A girl who have a happy and health family. However, life isn't just full of rainbows and sun shines. One...
