Too Good...

Epilogue

--Three years later--

Drew's PoV

I threw my fist into the guys face and he fell backwards, unconscious.

"Nice," Zach told me while nursing a bloody nose, "But there's more on the way."

After graduation, Zach and I had been picked up by the CIA. We were now partners and we were currently on a mission, hence the punching. We hadn't seen much of Austin since he was picked up by M16.

Zach also had a girlfriend now. Apparently they had had a thing going on all through high school but none of us had known. Her name was Cammie and you'll never, in a million years, guess how they met. It's kind of a long story but here's the shortened version.

Six was at Gallaghers, the school Cammie went to, when Blackthorne visited. Why was Six at Gallaghers? Well obviously, for school. But the headmaster, also Cammie's mom, was Six's step mom. Cammie was Six's half sister. They had the same dad but different moms and Cammie and Six hadn't talked since Six was kicked out of Gallaghers.

Confusing, right?

It's crazy what comes up after a person's dead.

Anyways, Cammie was also with the CIA now and she was occasionally paired with us for missions.

"Drew?" Zach asked and kicked the guy beside him who was starting to wake up.

"What?" I snapped. Zach and Cammie were the only two that would call me Drew anymore. Ever since Six died I had thrown myself into being a spy. Nowadays, everyone called me The Machine because I got stuff done quick and efficient without leaving any clues.

"Do you ever think about her?" Zach asked.

"Who?" I asked although I had an idea.

"Six," he asked, rolling his eyes.

"No," I said and my hand instinctively went to the little business card I kept in my pocket at all times. Of course I still thought about her. There wasn't a damn day that went by when I didn't think about her.

"Really?" He asked.

I was saved from having to reply when a storm of henchmen came into the alley.

Instantly, we both started fighting them off. Soon enough, none of them were left standing. I relaxed my stance and brushed of my hands. Zach seemed fine so it was another successful mission.

Until I heard a pair of feet land behind me. Zach was I front of me so it couldn't have been him. Without looking, I pulled my gun out and flipped around, pointing it at the persons face and ready to pull the trigger.

As soon as I saw who was on the other end of the gun, I froze. It was Six. Or her look-a-like, since Six was dead. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull the trigger.

She stared at me, not moving but just watching. Before I could even react, she had me flipped around so I was on my knees facing away from her and I felt my gun skitter out of my hand.

"We need to talk. I'll be in touch," she whispered in my ear and placed something in my hand that had previously held the gun. I never thought I'd hear her voice again but I was right now.

"Who are you?" I choked out, getting over my frozen state.

"You know who, you just won't admit it. Sometimes we have To let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that's waiting for us," she said. I could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

Suddenly all pressure was removed and I instantly turned around to face her but she was gone.

"What's the matter, bro?" Zach asked me.

Instead of answering, I looked down at the little business card she had put in my hand. In messy scrawl on a plain white business card was;

'Take care,

-6'