I Spy

Chapter 2

I lean my head against the window and sigh.

It's been three days since I've found out about my father's death and already I'm on the plane to England.

They won't tell me why, though. Hell, I put up a fight at the airport. It took three of the biggest security guards they had to hold me back. But they remained silent.

England. It even sounds depressing. Of course, I've been all over the world, but I've never been to England.

Stupid place. Stupid name. Stupid people.

I sigh and try not to let my feelings show, as usual.

To pass the time, I look around the plane, trying to suss people out.

The woman next to me looks peaceful, but tired. I'm guessing she has three or more kids and is finally on holiday. There's a man on the other isle who is playing Candy Crush. My guess is he's broke or is here for work. He's definately single, I can tell by the two-day old shirt and his hair hasn't been washed in a week. Also, the position of his foot as he taps in on the chair.

A thought suddenly strikes me. Maybe I'm on a mission?

I've never been on a mission before. Not my own one, anyway. Of coure, I've helped out my dad a few times, but the NSA always say I'm too young to endanger. This is bullshit. I may be only fifteen, but I'm the best underage spy there is.

I have an IQ of over 200, not to mention I know twenty-four different languages. I can kill someone in less than four seconds, in over 15 different ways. I know Kung Fu, Ty Quan Do and one kick in the ribs will probably kill you. I can difuse any bomb in under a second, and am quick with a knife, bow, sword or any weapon I'm handed. I can lie my way out of certain death, and can persuade people to do almost anything I want. My record of medition is 2 weeks, 15 hours and 47 minutes. I can run up to 30 miles without loosing breath, very fast. On the outside, I'm a normal teenage girl, but I can do a whole lot more than everyone else my age. 

"Plane landing in less than ten minutes. Passengars prepare for landing." 

It would have been nice if I could have a first-class plane, though. It's not like the NSA are short of money. The woman next to me has incredibly bad wind.

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"Over here!"

I spin round at the sign of Jeff's voice, and grin at him.

He hugs me and for once I let him.

"Come on, they're waiting for you at headquaters."

"Ugh, why am I here?" I ask my head bodyguard. He looks at me and smiles.

"C'mon, Lec, shouldn't you have figured that out by now?"

I like Jeff, I do. But he's not my dad. So I keep up my poker face a follow him to the car.

Later, I'm sat across from the heads of the NSA here in England, and they all look bored and grumpy.

"Now, Electra, I trust you know why you're here?" the woman in charge asks in her thick accent.

"I'll bet you're going to tell me anyway," I mutter.

"That's enough of that cheek! You may have gotten away with it when your dad was alive but I'm not putting up with it here! Now, listen up. You are on a top-secret mission. It is believed that only you can find out who killed your father and why, so here you are in England. The only person who knew where he went on his mission was somebody who was shot over here, in England. The National Spy Agency believe we have rival spies, who want us dead. We also believe that they have school children working for them. This is where you come in. You will go to a school, here in England, and find out as much as you can. You will try not to get killed. We will be monitering your progress. Do you understand?" she shouts. I blink

"Yes ma'am." I reply, showing no emotion, although I feel like crying.

"Good. Agent Banks will show you where you will be living. You start tomorrow."

She nods once, showing we're done here. I return the gesture and stand up. Jeff leads me out the room and we end up at a large house.

"I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow." he says, chucking me the keys and walking back towards the car.

I unlock the door and enter the house. I head straight to my room, not even bothering to see if there's anything to eat. I have been trained to not get tired, but right now all I want to do is sleep.

I pull on some fresh pajama's and climb into the crisp sheets.

Who knows where tomorrow will take me.

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