Isabella Vaughn

Chapter 1

The men were merciless as I kicked both of their asses. I picked one man up and twisted him around with one hand. I kicked another man once in the stomach, one cracking his head on the ground, and the other men saw the damage I was causing, and ran away. Swiping off the bead of sweat forming on my forehead, I took a deep breath and walked on, picking up my purse on the way. As a secret agent, you gotta be prepared to kick a little butt once in awhile. That was exactly who I was. A secret agent working for the CIA. You must not tell anybody, or else they will find a way to track you down, and kill you. Trust me, they've done it before,  and let's just say the results were not pretty. I was in Las Vegas, Nevada for a business meeting. Some guys were playing poker when I came in.

I joined them. "Hello boys. I'm here to test my luck." All of the men there agreed to let a girl play with them, and passed out the cards. I was all set. My job was to get into the back room to figure out some secret information, but first I had to do it smoothly. That's when Jensen  came into the same casino to distract them so I could get into the room. He picked a fight, and pretended to be drunk. "You...you boys hun..hungry?" He was being very slow and clumsy on purpose, but it definitely looked like he was really drunk.  The men I played with and security guards came to arrest him, he didn't let them. I used that time to sneak into the room and hook up my USB port to sync the information.  Once the information was copied, Jensen and I ran outside to an airplane and grabbed into the airplane ladder, and the airplane started flying off. "That was close!" I said after I caught my breath. Jensen nodded. "It would be better if I was actually drunk!" He joked, letting out a loud laugh. In reality he never drank or smoked, but he did sing. We had three things in common. I didn't drink or smoke either, but I did sing.

I always dreamed of us singing in a bar together on a mission. "Great job, you two. Leadoff should be helping Michael with the information. Once we have it covered, we'll call you back." John said as we got off the plane. "Want to go get some coffee when we get back?" Jensen asked me when we were boarding another plane back to Nebraska. "Sure." I smiled as we sat down. We didn't sit together for the first half of the flight, but for the second part we did. He started talking about Dwarf stars, and every time he said the word 'Dwarf' I started laughing. "What's so funny?"

"The word Dwarf is funny!" I kept laughing, so instead we talked about other things, but he always snuck in the word Dwarf. Once we got off and back in Nebraska, John took my car, probably by accident, so Jensen politely gave me a ride in his car. He drove us to our official coffee shop for coffee. After we ordered our coffee, he started telling stories. I laughed during all of them. "Oh my gosh! Why would they do something like that? Didn't they know that it was a clown car?" He laughed.

"Apparently not. The clowns found them and started throwing water balloons at them! I'm so glad I was there when it happened." I started to laugh too. "I'm glad I heard the story!" After coffee we drove back to the agency just in case something was going to happen.

I think it's about time to introduce myself a little more. My name is Isabelle Vaughn, but people call me Bella. My mom was an agent for awhile, then she retired as a full fledged agent when I was eighteen. I see her sometimes, along with my dad, Michael Vaughn.

They both met each other in the agency. My dad was my mom's handler. In a way, I was born into the agency. It all started with my mom suggesting me to the boss, Arvin Sloane.

This was before Arvin Sloane died from an fire explosion with my grandfather.. Now, someone named John McRider was taking Sloan's place as the boss. He looked like my grandfather, Jack Bristow. My brother's name isJack, named after my grandfather. "Okay, next we're going to Florida, all of us." Mr. McRider looked at me. "We have someone who is joining us." I only had three guesses on who we were going to meet. Either my mom, my dad, or...my grandmother...