There Will Be Lies || COMPLETED

01

January, 2018

I woke up. Today was the day I was going to move to another area. Again.

I shrugged as I thought about going to a new place for the next few months. Moving constantly is better for me - it makes sure that I'm safe from being found out for my true identity because I'll never be who they think I am.

I'm a spy - not like the ones in those stereotypical movies - but a real undercover agent.

My job is to arrest, and in some cases eliminate criminals from all over the country, such as thieves, muggers or hackers. That's why I have to move to different places a lot.

I quickly got dressed and finished packing my scarce things when I heard a sudden knock on the door.

"Olivia?"

I opened the door to see my mum, leaning against the doorway. She was also a spy agent, however her work hadn't been as consistent as it used to be.

"Are you ready?" Her tired face, tightened into a weak smile - she was always upset about the fact that we have to move around a lot.

As any typical mother would, she thinks that: 'Since you're growing teenager, we need somewhere to settle down, so you can have some nice friends.'

But basically, in other words she means: I have no social life, and we both know that settling down is not going to happen any time soon.

"I'm fine Mum! I'm getting a little bored of this town anyway." I replied, trying to lighten the mood

She smiled again but this time it was real and she almost looked happy. Then, the smile disappeared, "Oh yes! I almost forgot: Head Agent Marshall wants to talk to you, it's about your next mission."

Mum gave me the phone and left me alone in the room to facetime him and hear the news. He answered immediately; I recognised the scar on his cheek and for the millionth time, I wondered how he had gotten it.

"Olivia! It's great to see you! So, I have news for your next elimination. It is located in London."

My eyes widened slightly - London?
London was one of the only places I had never been on a mission to before. Excitemt started to flownthrough me but remembering the cause for me to go there made my stomach churn with anxiety.

I've never liked to hear who I'd have to kill.

Marshall showed me a picture of a teenage boy and what must have been his family on it. He had messy, dark brown hair with chocolatey-coloured eyes. His smile was wide and genuine and my heart dropped - he looked nothing like a criminal.

I shook my head, as if I was trying to cast out any sympathetic thoughts for him.

Stop Olivia! Photos are deceiving, I scolded myself.

"His name is Blake Evans and he is sixteen years old," Marshall continued. "He attends Lakeside High School - which is where you will also be joining."

"What has he done against the law?" I wondered aloud.

"That information is classified," Marshall replied coolly - almost challengingly.

"You always tell me what the criminals have done against the law before I arrest them. Always!"

"If I say that the information is classified, then the information is classified." He paused, confusion showing on his face. "Does it even matter what he has done?" Marshall asked.

I looked away, trying to hide my stubborn rage.

"Well, does it?" He repeated.

"No."

"Okay, good. Once you arrive in London, I will give you more details on the mission."

I nodded, sighing as I hung up the call, and flopped myself onto my bed.

~

After a two hours journey by car, mum and I arrived at what would be our new house in London for a couple of months.

As we parked in front of the house, mum took a sharp intake of breath and I pulled her into a hug.

"Why don't you make a cup of tea and relax while I start bringing some of our belongings inside?" I smiled, reassuringly and she nodded.

"Thanks, honey. I'll be back out to help you in a bit," She grinned back at my offer.

While she went inside our new house, I opened the car boot and grabbed two boxes with our belongings to take inside. I walked slowly, trying to look at where I was placing my feet so I wouldn't trip - I was awkwardly clumsy like that - causing me not to notice that I was walking right into someone opposite me. I heard a small yelp of surprise and all of the items that were in the boxes I was carrying spewed onto the pavement.

"Darn it!" I yelled. "I'm so sorry..."

I gazed up to apologise to who I had bumped into, almost exclaiming in surprise when I saw who it was.

No way.

It couldn't be. But it was. It was him.

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Who?? I suppose it's pretty obvious.
Oh well.
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