I Spy My Brother [Mission Terminated]

I Spy My Brother  

~Rose‡Myth~  

Chapter 1

     I grew up in a Secret Agency of some country I wouldn't want to expose. Of course, it's because they'll kill me--literally.

My name is Henna Deane. Not real of course. I'm 15.

Now that is true.

     I've been recruited when I was 5. They got me from an orphanage. I remember the nun coming in to get me. My brother was playing in his cabinet, his 'hideout'. So, in short, I got taken and was forced to leave my brother. I remember seeing him peeking out of the cabinet doors as I was dragged away.  

That was the last time I saw him.

     "They sent one. Gangster blue cap, backwards. Young male. Tall nose, clean face, green deep-set eyes, arched eyebrows. Armed w/ a handgun." The text of Laila, my partner, read. I suppose after that, she threw the snatched phone away in a sewer or something. I was supposed to just get here, grab the diamonds from... our client... and go. It's obvious the other team wants it too. Oh well.

     I nonchalantly grab a tissue from my purse and wipe my mouth with it. As I put it down, I wrap the snatched Blackberry phone--oh yes; I have great taste in which to snatch--and throw it into the nearest trash can that read: Biodegradable.

I walked around the city of-oops, almost said it.  

Phew.

Anyway

     I didn't stray far from the restaurant I was at, but walked in and out of shops trying to spot a teen in a blue cap worn backwards. Of course I had to pretend I was the tourist snapping photos and shopping 'till I drop.  

When my memory card went full, I grinned like an idiot and bounded happily to a bench, pretending I was so excited with the outcome of my pictures. I scanned the photos one by one, zooming in when necessary.  

Nope, he had blue eyes.  

Nope, he had upturned eyebrows...  

Nope, he had a crooked nose.  

AHA!!!

There, leaning casually on the lamppost directly across my bench was the guy I was looking for. The guy I had to eliminate to reach my goal.

But, wait a minute... What the... is he staring at the camera? My head snapped up, I didn't care if I blew my cover or anything. He already knew who I am. My heart stopped cold.  

He was smirking at me.  

Then, I watched him leave leisurely into the oncoming crowd.

Not thinking twice, I got up and followed him. Wielding my dagger disguised as a silver pen. I never had to kill another assassin; Laila often did it for me. But now, my fame for being the best with knives and daggers would be put to the test.