I Spy

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 

The sky is dark and the creatures of the night are still wandering about hunting. An owl screeches from a nearby tree and there is the distant bark of a dog. It's almost five am and I'm ready. I'm ready to discover how they killed my father. Well, as ready as I'll ever be. My first mission is going to be a mixture of lots of emotions. There is no telling if I will cry or not, I'm a spy sure but this is my Dad we're talking about. If they killed him in a cruel way then who knows if I'll turn human and show my emotions.

I'm used to feeling emotions, not showing them. That's why Oliver and I's relationship is hard at times but I get the feeling he doesn't like to show his emotions either. When I force myself to show my happiness to him, he seems to be doing the same, of course I can feel that he is into me there's no doubt about that but he seems just like me.

The other thing that always makes me shiver is when he says my name. Well not my name, my fake name. When he says Maddie it sends goose bumps over my body and makes me feel guilty for using my fake identity. It's not like I have a choice but I really like, maybe even love Oliver and I have to be really fake and lie to him everyday.

This house is strange at this time in the morning and especially because I'm on my own. A small quiet knock at the door tells me that Jeff is here. When I open the door, he bundles me into the black NSA car and closes the door behind me.

I'm not alone in the car, there is Agent Foster, one of the best spies Spain has ever seen and then there is Agent Bradley, the Italian version of my late father, except younger and a lot hotter. I greet both of them, becoming a little 'star struck', two of the greatest spies that my father always told me about were helping me on my first mission.

"We've heard a lot about you Electra," Agent Bradley says softly. It sounds strange to hear someone say Electra after everyone calling me Maddie.

I'm not sure how to answer so I just smile. Agent Foster shifts in his seat and looks out of the window. It is still pitch black but apparently he can see and knows exactly where we are because he leans into the driver and whispers something in his ear. Agent Bradley is visibly straining his ears to hear the conversation and his facial reaction tells me he succeeds.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He adds to conversation in his Italian accent. Agent Foster whispers something without moving his lips more than a twitch.

I once attended a lip reading course but they didn't cover what to do if the target doesn't even move his lips. I don't think most normal people can do that so it's not really a life skill but would be useful at this moment.

After a short while Jeff also joins in this hushed conversation so I sit back and give up on knowing what 's so dangerous they can't tell me. I'm sure more experienced spies don't get excluded from important conversations on their missions. I cross my fingers that they're just talking about what takeaway they're ordering the NSA England headquarters later but I highly doubt it.

The car takes a sharp left and I shoulder the door and bang my head on the window. Agent Foster looks at me and raises his eyebrows as if he doesn't believe I am the daughter of one of the best spies ever known to NSA. Agent Bradley smirks a little, showing off his dimples and then turns back to the driver.

I compose myself again and start to draw patterns on the window which is wet with condensation. I draw a scene. There's a house in the back ground, a dog and three people stood there smiling. They look like the perfect happy family and I realise I just drew my dream. Then a sharp sudden break jolts me and I run my finger through the middle of the drawing.

Just like the real dream, it's ruined.