Prologue;
I have been working for the UCSSA (Under Cover Spy Service Authorities) for three years now. Since I was fourteen and a half.
I had been taken; without permission. But 'taken' isn't exactly the appropriate word. More like...'needed'.
They had taken me in for a reason. They took me because they know what I'm capable of. They have been watching my every move since I was ten. They said that I was 'unique' and I would do well working with them.
We made a deal after days of screaming and hours of the silent treatment. After all, they took me and I didn't know one single thing about them. So what was I supposed to do? If I worked with them, they would provide me with food, shelter, and all the protection I would need. I was fourteen. I told them It wasn't enough. So then they added in $50 a week. And as any fourteen year old would do, I finally agreed after I asked all the questions I pleased. By then I knew every single detail about them.
So then they returned me claiming that they had found me wandering the streets. Then a couple weeks later, they came in and 'adopted' me. Now I was one of five unique kids that they had adopted.
So now I had two brothers. Eighteen year old Vayden, And twenty year old Caleb.
But I also had two sisters. Olivia who is sixteen. And Nikita (Nikole) who is nineteen. And then there is me. Angie.
And our 'adopted' parents, of course.
My 'mom'. Kathrine, she is only twenty-eight. And my 'dad' David (Dave) who is thirty-one.
There were a few other families that were apart of the UCSSA. Like our neighbors. The Limstones.
So basically my main job is to catch the 'bad guys,' that were oh-so dangerous to the people around them. Why don't you let a seventeen year old be involved, won't you? Please note my obvious, frequent sarcasm at serious times.
The first Mondays of every month, we all have a meeting. An online meeting with the captain and or manager of UCSSA. They assigned each of us with our own job. Sometimes solo, sometimes with someone else. We have the whole month to complete our jobs.
And today was Monday. My 'family' and I go into the family room for our Monday Meeting.
And for some reason, I was in the mood to kill the prey.
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One Way Out (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION-EDITING)
AçãoSeventeen year old Angie Baker has been through hell and back more times than you could imagine. From growing up in an orphanage, to being treated like a ghost by anyone and everyone around her, Angie only wishes to finally be adopted by people who...