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Chapter 1 – Katie’s point of view.
I scanned the audience with my hazel eyes. People were screaming, cheering and yelling at the President, screaming out for love, more money, lower tax rates and lad di da. Honestly, politics bores the hell out of me. I saw my partner, Abigail Storm, hidden in the audience. Our eyes connected for a brief second before she disappeared into the audience again. Her real name is Abigail but she prefers Abby.
Agent 007, got anything? (Abby)
Negative 009, it’s weird. (Katie)
I know, keep your eyes open. (Abby)
That’s when I notice something suspicious; a shadow moving in the projection room. I saw a gleam in the sun.
“DUCK!” I yelled to the president just as the gun fired. I dived in front of the president. I felt the bullet enter me by my hip. A soaring pain entered my body. I collapsed onto the floor, blood pooling from my waist. I heard screams from the audience as panic aroused. I struggled against the pain as I got up.
“Move!” I heard Abby yell as she and the team ran to the projection room. I got the president and his family into the black van we had close by. I told them to go straight to the white house. The CIA driver zoomed away from the arena.
Medics ran all over the place as people pooled out of the arena; terrified for their lives. I ran back in, ignoring the blood I had pouring out of me. I ran into the stadium, roughly shoving people out of the way. I saw the other agents with their guns pointed to a man wearing a bullet proof vest. He was waving a gun in the air.
“Why haven’t you hit me yet huh? Are you all too cowardly?” The man slurred. I realized he was drunk!
“Where is Abby?” I asked John, one of the older agents.
“Projector rom” He said to me while keeping his eyes focused on this man.
I ran into the projection room where Abby was with a masked assassin, who happened to be lying dead on the floor; blood pooling around the assassins chest. I felt faint from the loss of blood. She saw me bleed profoundly and she screamed. Medics came rushing in, immediately began to drag me away to the ambulance.
“What the hell 007! You could die!” Abby scowled at me. I gave a weak grin as my vision turned blurry.
“Mission completed Abby” I said as I allowed darkness to overtake me.
***
I woke up roughly, as if I had been shot with a bullet. Oh…wait. I opened my eyes as memories came back to me. I sat up, ignoring the searing pain in my waist area. This has got to be the seventieth time I have been in hospital this year…AND IT WASN’T EVEN NEW YEARS YET!
The door opened and Abby and the Director of CIA entered with her. Abby’s green eyes searched the room desperately. Her hair was black with dark purple highlights in a high messy pony tail. Her model like face held worry and relief all over it. Her toned body tense as if she was ready for action.
I had totally forgotten to describe myself! LOL! I had long brown hair to my shoulder blades. My body was the perfect hourglass figure that any girl would kill for. My long legs were the same length as Abby’s but I was slightly taller than her. I liked to think I was gorgeous but the truth was I was like a model. Abby and I easily could’ve gotten into modelling but we didn’t like that idea so that was a no go.
To start, Abby and I are like cousins, sisters even! We had grown up together in Los Angeles before moving to New York a few years ago. My father was a CIA agent and taught us everything we knew about being a secret agent. Abby’s parents had been CIA agents but they went missing in action a few years ago so my dad adopted her. We were officially the youngest but the most deadly CIA agents the company has ever seen. Our nicknames were the Angels of Death because those who mess with us don’t tend to be in good condition after meeting us.
We had been on countless of missions involving extremely important people, such as the US president, a few spying missions on criminal organizations and a few drug busts and even managed to find Osama’s location. It was a proud day for us! We had worked two years on that.
Abby came over to me and smiled. She was like a ninja; deadly and silent, while I was more of a physical contact person. I wasn’t afraid to get hurt. I’m sure Abby wasn’t either but she preferred to give silent deaths like a ninja.
“So how are you feeling Katie?” The director asked. Before you ask, yes, the director of the CIA is my father.
His black hair sleeked back and his piercing grey eyes told me to not lie to him. He was well toned and very handsome for a man of 40, a lot of female agents have told me so. *Cue shiver in disgust* COME ON LADIES! That’s my dad you’re talking about.
“Good thanks dad” I said to him. He smiled at me.
“You guys have done well. Thanks to you, we have successfully managed to use the body of Gabriel Mortal, the guy Abby shot dead, which linked us to Jacob Mortem, who is now successfully under trial” He said grinning. He then told us that the president and his family were safe although they’ll be under surveillance by the FBI for now on.
Jacob Mortem is one of the world’s biggest drug bangers. It was a pure miracle if you ever so much got a glimpse into his eyes.
“No problem Dad” Abby said. I knew it was hard for her but she wanted to move on from her parents and she couldn’t do that without it being confirmed they were dead.
“I know I shouldn’t say this now, but we have another mission for you” Dad said rubbing the back of his tanned neck.
“WHAT?! BUT KATIE JUST GOT SHOT! Give her time to heal Mark!” Abby yelled out. I nodded, agreeing with Abby. Mark sighed. He hated it when his daughters ganged up on him.
“I’ll give this mission to Gabriella and Bianca ok? I will give you two weeks ok?” Mark said sternly. We grinned. He usually lets his agents off one week because we were so short staffed at the moment.
“Thanks Dad” We said in sync before he left.
Abby and I grinned at each other. Two week holiday? DRING IT ON!
