I walked into the tall glass building. I had a black leather skirt on and a grey shirt tucked in. I was wearing a burgundy blazer with black heels and the inside of the heel was gold. I look like a bawse to be honest. I walked in the building with confidence. You might wonder what I was doing being a 17 year old with all this fancy clothing and going into a tall building. Well, I'm part of the CIA. Yeah, really! I do go to school but my boss called me today and said he had to speak to me so I'm skipping school (YAY!). I went up the elevator to the floor where my boss had his office. The doors opened and my boss was standing there with his usual cup of coffee.
"Hey Mr. Desmond!" I said waving at him.
"Hello, Sierra! We need to talk, come with me." He said walking to his office. We walked through the glass doors and he sat down in the chair behind his desk and I took a seat in of the comfy sofa-chairs in front of his desk.
"I have a new job for you." He said leaning forwards in his chair.
"Shoot!" I said.
"I assume that you are familiar with the group of teenage boys called magcon, well, they are in trouble." He said with a serious face.
"M-M-Magcon?" I stuttered, damn I hate when I stutter.
"Yes, you do know who I am talking about?" He questioned.
"Yeah... Yeah,Yeah Yeah Yeah!" I said with a small smile.
"Well, the (Sicilian Mafia) is after them and I need you to protect them."
"OK?"
"Do you have your gun and your badge?" He asked me.
"Yes, sir."
Here are your plane tickets to Sydney, Australia. The flight is after tomorrow. They are going to a party Friday, so you have 3 day to place a plan to get them to trust you. Got it?"
"Yes!" I got up and walked out the office.
~When I got home~
I walked into the front door and noticed my older brother, Daniel, sitting on the couch. He knows I'm part of the CIA because he is too.
ME: "Hey!"
D: "Sup"
Me: "Nothing much."
D: "Cool, what did he want?"
Me: "I'm supposed to fly to Sydney to stop the mafia from killing a group of teenage boys."
D: "Awesome! Wait!!!! The Mafia!!! Dude, sweet!"
Me: "I know, right! Kay, I gotta go pack. See you later."
I walked upstairs and into my room. I was so excited for this trip.
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I can't protect you anymore(a
Fanfiction(magnon fanfic) Exactly, my job is killing people who try to kill me. People might say that is cold hearted but it's my job and my job is to be a CIA agent and protect you. Warning: Foul language (not a lot but still)
