My brother was and still is my best friend. He's always there for me compared to my parents. They died two years ago. Our theory is that someone knew we were part of the CIA and they tried to eliminate us but they could only get to my parents. I took my luggage out of my closet and put most of my clothes in and left behind the ones I new I wouldn't use. My luggage was ready in seconds. I hoped back down stairs and sat on the couch with brother. He was on his phone texting some girl.
~The day of the flight~
I woke up at 5 in the morning. I was so excited for the trip. I went down stairs and saw my brother sleeping on the couch. I passed him and walked into the kitchen. I took a piece of toast and walked back up stairs again. My flight was in two hours so I had to go now. I got my car keys and pulled my luggage close to my car. I put everything in and drove away. Once I got to the airport. I took all the stuff out of my car and pressed one of the buttons on my key and my car shrunk into a little box. Your probably wondering how that's possible well lets just say, my dad was a scientific genius. I put the box in my luggage and walked into the airport. I din't have to pass through security cause I had my badge so they just let me in. I arrived at the gate 5 minutes early so I went to get a sandwich at subway and ran back to my gate. My boss gave me seats in first class so I sat next to nobody. The plane took of half an hour later and I fell asleep. I woke up and we already landed. I had no sleep last night so that's why I slept through the whole flight. When we landed I walked out the airport and stopped in the parking lot to open my car. I drove away in my black Ferrari. I went to the house where I was supposed to stay but I had already figured out my plan so I put down my luggage and walked out the mansion the CIA rented for me.
<sorry, it was short and boring but the next one will be awesome promise.>
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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)