My Double Life

The Mission

Picture on the side of Ryan Phillips

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I pulled up to the event in my new car looking like a million dollars (someone must have dropped it off for me while I was getting ready, making me a little angry someone drove my baby without my permission), which normally would have been awesome but in this case I'm suppose to look like so much more. Normally I'm not an insecure person but rich people can be so judgmental. I guess I can be too though.

As I'm walking up to the entrance I think over my cover story one more time. Meredith Clayworth. 22 year old fashion heiress, only child of Max Clayworth.

 I get into the reception area and begin looking around for Checkovsky. No eyes on him yet. I readjust my dress strap where a hidden camera has been placed.

 "See anything." I ask quickly and quietly into my bracelet.

 "Bar. 4 o'clock." Ed, always seeing everything. That is his specialty after all.

 I make sure I catch Checkovsky's eye before walking towards the bar, swaying my hips back and forth, eyes on him the whole time. The stool next to him is taken so I walk up behind him, lean over, and ask him to buy be a drink. Works every time.

 He looks over at me and I offer a flirty smile. And five... four... three... two...

 "What do you say we go somewhere more private. Just you and I?" His English is pretty good, even though his Russian accent is extremely thick. A person not used to it might not have even been able to tell what he said.

 "What do you have in mind?" I let my British accent come out, it's much sexier in my opinion and I don't have to make an effort every time I talk.

 "It's a surprise, follow me."

 He grabs my hand and begins leading me up the staircases. I know this is where the rooms are all located from studying the blue prints. This pig thinks he's going to get lucky, but he has another thing coming to him. I giggle and begin playing with his fingers in my hand when I notice him. Not Vladimir... Ryan.

 I turn away quickly but not before I notice his smile slowly fade as he watches me walk down a hallway with Checkovsky. A hallway leading towards bedrooms. Maybe he didn't even notice me. Maybe the person he was talking to said something that made him unhappy. I'm sure he didn't know I was me. I mean, I don't exactly look like how I looked when I saw him at school. Wait, mind on the prize. Checkovsky, drugs. Forget Ryan. Like that was going to happen.

 I let it slip from my mind because I notice we were walking into a room. I didn't even notice us stop for him to open the door. What kind of operative am I? Letting a boy get to me like that. Stop! You're doing it again Kaya.

 I remember what I'm meant to be doing so I push Checkovsky on the bed, flipping him around so I'm sitting on his back. He thinks this is some kind of kinky sex act until I pull out my knife and hold it to his throat. "The drugs, where are there!"

 "I have no idea what you're talking about," he chuckles. He chuckles! How dare he chuckle at me.

 I spin him over so I'm looking him straight in the face. "Tell me where the drugs are and maybe, I'll let you live. I know you may not be afraid of me, but you should be. I like to take my time," I bring my knife closer to his neck leaving a small cut.

 "You'll never get to them. You'll all die first." He tells me the location anyway. I'm sure he thinks he has enough guards to protect the drugs.

 I sit up and punch him right in the nose, knocking him unconscious. I get ready to leave when someone comes up behind me. I turn just as he kicks me in the stomach. I fall to the ground and spin, sweeping my feet behind his legs causing him to fall to the ground with me. I lunge myself on top of him as I start punching him in the face and abdomen. He manages to get a hold of my wrists and I end up underneath him. I move my head out of the way avoiding his punches when I hear a gunshot. I look up towards the door and see Ed holding a gun. The person who was on top of me falls over.

 "Ed, you know this is my favorite dress right? This will never come out," I look down at my dress covered in blood and start laughing. Secretly, I'm freaking out. People dying is the worst part of my job. I know it has to be done so I won't hesitate to take someone out when needed, but it still sucks. What if the person has a family? What if they have no choice but to do what they're doing? There are so many reasons behind a person's actions, dying should never have to be a consequence. Checkovsky however, he deserved to die. He chuckled at me.

 I know it seems ridiculous to want to kill someone for chuckling at me and not for doing bad things. I guess I'm just tired of people always underestimating me. I suppose it made sense when I was younger, but I am not 14 anymore.

 I loop my arm through Ed's and start walking. Then, I freeze.

 "Crap, Ed. I think someone down there may have noticed me. A boy from school. He saw me walking up the stairs towards the hallways."

 "I'll take care of it." That's all he said. I'll take care of it. I instantly felt better because whenever Ed says that, you know he's telling the truth.

 I stumble into my apartment and fall onto my bed. Two hours until I have to wake up for school. Filling out all the paperwork took longer than I would have liked but on the place side, all of the drugs were recovered. Mission : Success. And with that, I fall asleep. Ryan on my mind, like always.