The Girl Behind The Screen

Chapter Forty Two: The Mission

"Why am I here Cedric?" I tiredly asked, sighing.

"Because you need to be taught not to meddle in things."

I didn't reply, instead my eyes wandered around the room. It's a white room with slim windows at the top of each wall, sunshine streaming in. I was tied to a silver chair, again.

Cedric is probably second in charge, the mastermind behind this whole operation isn't dumb enough to actually show their face, that would take away their power.

"Why are you doing this Cedric? I don't see the point," I pressed the issue, trying to pry some information out of him.

"And that's where your downfall is Olivia Williams," He tutted, "your curiosity will get you killed one day."

"You're wrong, I fight for what I believe in and I never give up. That's what makes me strong. And don't call me Olivia, that's not my name," I retorted.

He laughed and looked at me amused, "It's cute how you think you're going to win Olivia."

Cedric walked towards me, circling me.

"You're playing with someone who always wins," I threatened.

I felt his presence behind me, he whispered in my ear, "Then why do I have the upper hand?" He rhetorically asked.

That's the last thing I remember before drifting off into the darkness.

•••

I woke up in my bed. It was a really creepy experience for me. Knowing they'd been in my room, I couldn't look at anything the same anymore.

There was a note on my bedside table.

Olivia Williams,

You have 48 hours to get me that black book. Consider the car crash a warning, next time you decide to get your friends involved in this I can assure you the consequences are grave.
You will sever all ties with your so called "team" during this process. If you do not deliver in the time limit your cover will be revealed to the world, along with any other personal information.

Remember Olivia, we are always watching.

The Eye

What the hell!? That's what they want. Let me get this straight. The black book is a notebook of all sleeper agents internationally. I am obviously too young to be a sleeper agent, so the FBI thought they'd never expect me.

I was raised in Moscow, Russia by a group of elite spies. That is how I know everything I do. The reason I don't have the accent is because I was brought to the US seven years ago and picked up the accent here. Doesn't mean I've let my Russian slip.

My real mother died protecting me, well that's what I was told. Eric, is my real father but he left the Russian life in the past. Meanwhile I embraced my past and searched for answers, and look at where it led me. At least now your questions are answered as to why I'm so harsh to my 'mother'.

I got up and looked at my watch, six am. Might as well get ready for school. Why couldn't my life be normal?

The Eye is a secret organization used to create illusions. Well 'The Eye', I was taught how to evade you. I know your tricks at the back of my hand, which means I know your weaknesses. Being holed up in that room for five years makes you strong.

From the age of five to ten I was trained by the elite group. At five my mother died. When I was ten I was sent here where my training continued as I lived with my father. The locket that was in my bag was my mother's and it was probably slipped in there by my dad. Ethan is not my biological brother, basically everything about me has been a lie. It was all for the mission. And I think in doing this mission, I lost a piece of myself.

I got up and chose my outfit while I let the shower run until the water got hot. Once I chose my outfit I entered the shower, overwhelmed with my thoughts.

I knew where the book was, so that wasn't going to be the problem. The problem was that giving them the book would defeat the purpose of my mission. I was put undercover for three years. The objective of my mission was simple.

Year one: Stay in the shadows. Make enemies so that you'd have a reason to leave.

Year two: You'd be doing surveillance from Australia, improving your cover, knowing your targets.

Year three: Come back changed. Get noticed.

Everything I've done, ever move is made, was planned with such precision that it looked real. My cover was so deep you'd think I really was Kensi Summerskill.

The reason I'm able to be untraceable, how I can evade the best of agents was because I trust my training. The name of the elite group that trained me was Venom.

Venom was a secret group within secret groups. We're everywhere. Any kid with potential was trained, pushed to the maximum. It may seem like torture, but it got the job done. They prepared us for anything.

My goal was to come back to Russia with the person who's been trying to hack our system for all our black ops. It was traced to someone at my school, someone on the team. Parker knows what's going on, he can help. You know what they say, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

I walked downstairs and saw my father in the kitchen, Ethan and mother probably in their rooms. I ignored his presence as I made myself coffee.

"Kensi," he coughed. My father probably knows what happened, he has eyes everywhere even though he left Venom.

"You alright?" He asked, looking at me worried. He knew he couldn't break my cover, but that was his way of secretly asking if I was hurt or anything. Sure I had a few cuts and bruises but make-up fixed that.

"Top notch," I chirped and almost winced at myself, too cheery for the morning.

My father simply nodded and went back to sipping his coffee.

Ethan then came down, he was very groggy. Shiitake mushrooms! The car accident. The Eye does not have a special device to wipe your memory, wait. They're an organization who's purpose is illusion. Let me see if Ethan, or anyone from the team remembers anything.

"Hey Kenz," Ethan said, "still tired from that concert," he yawned.

"Ethan, what day is it?"

"Monday," he answered, confused.

"What do you remember after the concert?" I asked, looking at him warily.

He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, "What do you mean? After the concert we all came here and hung out."

"Oh yeah, guess the fatigue really got to me," I laughed, playing it off coolly.

•••

I entered school filled with dread. How am I supposed to do this?

This is going to be one hell of a day.