My Childhood, My Fiancee

She's A Spy

"...it's just what I told you, I think she really is a spy," insisted Sam.

"You have no proof," replied Clint.

"Just as I said a while ago, she and her partner is the one I picked up 2 nights ago. And I brought them to some kind of a resthouse. And also my handler gave me that mission with utmost confidentiality. That's just enough proof that she is a spy."

"Let's say that she is a spy, but what work would she be doing in Hawthorn Academy? We're already here for that mission, right? And I don't remember asking the organization for some reinforcements. Besides I haven't seen her or heard her name in the org."

"Maybe she's keeping a low profile to avoid attention, or she's blacker than us. And about her name, maybe it's fake made by her cobbler or case officer."

"Okay, if you insist, you're starting to get into my nerves. What's your plan now?"

"Well I can ask our handler about it, or I can check them out."

"If they are spies they would probably notice you if you checked them out. And didn't you say that they're blacker than us, there's no way our handler would give you information about them. What about her partner?"

"Oh well, that's another reason that Artemis is a spy. You know her very well, it's Sherry."

"What? She's been promoted as a case officer! Why the hell she's been here?"

"Told ya."

"If what you say is true, their mission is definitely blacker than us, the hell's with a case officer on the field. Did Sherry knew that it was you on that mission 2 nights ago?"

"I doubt it, I never spoke and never showed my face. I guess she haven't noticed that it's me."

"Shit! It only mean one thing. Hawthorn Academy is infiltrated in a much larger scale. Ask Blunt for information. I'm gonna call the director."

Clint run to the basement. Once he's inside, he twisted a wall lamp beside the door. The floor whirred into life, the metal floor split into two, revealing a narrow passageway. He went in and the floor begin to return to its original place.

Meanwhile, Sam's sending an e-mail to their handler, Blunt. He gave details about the conclusion that they've reached. Maybe with that, their handler would provide information about Sherry, Artemis, and their mission.

I guess finding his childhood sweetheart would be longer than expected. He was hoping that he would find that girl in here, the girl he promised to marry 11 years ago. We need to finish this mission quickly, for my master's happiness, thought Sam to himself.