My Double Life

Undercover

 "Ed, what's going on. No one will fill me in," I catch up to Ed, everyone else is too busy rushing around the office to even notice that I'm here.

 "About time you showed up. Come with me." Ed's in his serious mode so I don't bother to point out I've been here being ignored for the past ten minutes.

 I spend the next three hours learning all the intel I need for an undercover op. I'm to go undercover as a fifteen year Russian girl in order to infiltrate a group kidnapping young girls and selling them in the underground world of human sex trafficking. They only take girls underage which is why I'm going in as a fifteen year old named Anya Gavrikov; middle class family, likely to remain unreported, easy target.

I love missions involving all things Russian. It was the first language I learned, besides English of course, so it comes easiest to me. The language is so beautiful, I jump at every chance to do a mission involving Russians.

 We board a private plane so that I can alter my appearance before arriving in Russia. The tattoos are the trickiest part but the agency's make up team manage to create a substance that will cover them and be impossible to remove without a special ungluing agent. I change into a short black dress. It has long sleeves but is fairly low cut. Classy and slutty at the same time. I slip on a pair of sexy heels that I know I can still run in just in case I get found out. I grab a clutch with a hidden button so I can alert the guys once I've spotted someone from the group. It also contains my fake ID so I won't have to do much convincing that I'm underage. The ID says I'm 20 but it's noticeably a fake.

 The plane lands and then departs moments after I step off. I'm all on my own now. I think back to the files, trying to determine the quickest way to get kidnapped. To a normal person that would be a crazy thought, but I'm not exactly a normal person. The most disappearances occur around a club, so I head there first.

 As soon as I enter I recognize some guys from the files. The man, or woman, in charge of the group has remained off the radar, meaning no pictures of them anywhere. A couple of the men who work for him, let's just assume it's a guy, have been spotted however, and I'm looking at those men right now. They're behind ropes in the VIP section so all I have to do is get them to notice me.

 I head to the bar and order a view drinks before one of them snakes an arm around my waist.

 "Prikhoditye vmyestye so mnoy i moimi druzyami."Literal translation : Come join me and my friends? Actual translation : I want to get laid. Or I want to kidnap you and sell you to perverted men. I hope it's the second one.

 I reply back in perfect Russian, "Only if you buy me a drink."

 "For you doll, I'll buy you however many drinks you want."

 I press the button on my clutch before following him back to the area behind the ropes. That's the last thing I remember before waking up in a windowless room, sprawled out on a dirty mattress pad, with a half empty bowl of water in the corner.

 I stand up and immediately fall back down. I've had this feeling before, there's some type of drug going through my system right now. It must have been slipped into something I drank back at the bar but my memory is so fuzzy. I don't know how this could have happened. I'm always so careful. I reach up to my face and come away with blood. It feels as though I have a busted lip but it doesn't hurt too bad. There shouldn't be any swelling or bruising, just a small cut.

 No matter what brought me here, I'm made it in. The hardest part of the mission has passed. I go over to the bowl of water but decide against drinking any of it. I don't know what's in it or if it's safe. Instead I go back over to the mattress and let my mind wander.

 Ryan. He'd be in school right now. Or maybe he wouldn't. I don't even know how much time has passed since I entered the bar. I quickly reach out to touch my legs; I'm the kind of unlucky girl who has to shave every week, after two days there's some stubble but I always push for once every seven days. No girl actually likes having to shave. I'm in luck though, no hair, perfectly smooth still. I've only been here for a day max, that's comforting.

 Now that I have figured out how long I have been here, I let my mind wander back to Ryan. He probably doesn't want anything to do with me after I left him with no real explanations. It's probably best this way though. I'm no good for him. There is no way that we could actually be together. Even if I wanted to get out of the spy game, there will always be people who I've helped bring down. People who will always want revenge. It wouldn't be fair to him to put him in that kind of danger. Maybe I'm just selfish though, because I'm not ready to let him go. All I can think about is what he is doing right now, what our morning would have been like had I not left so early, if he's with Tinsley right now.

 Tinsley. I can't believe I forgot about Tinsley. I must really be starting to slip. How could I be crushing on someone who already has someone else. Although I vaguely remember Ryan thinking I had a boyfriend on the first day of school, this is completely different. I really am selfish. Ryan could have a normal life with Tinsley, no worries about being held prisoner or killed. There's just one thing stopping me from letting him go completely though.

 Finding someone you like is a rare thing, at least for me it is. Many people have so many boyfriends you lose count. I've had so few that I can count them all on one hand. I have to be more careful than most people, I'll only make a serious commitment if I feel a serious connection to someone. I feel that connection with Ryan, even if he doesn't feel the same way. It's funny because I should be freaking out right now, wondering if anyone is even going to come and get me. All I can think about is Ryan though, he keeps me sane. Ryan's face comes into my mind and I push it away. This will be the last time I think of Ryan, at least until I'm done with this mission. I can't let him distract me from whatever comes next. I let myself fall half asleep, paying attention only to the sounds around me and letting all memories of Ryan fade away.