What do you do when some crazy tramp comes up to you and asks for your number? Most people would run away. Me? Well, I was waiting for him. You see, I made a deal to meet him here, in London, because he has information. Information about a little someone that’s called Roland – an ex friend of mine.
Anyway, I should start at the beginning.
Hi, I’m Cassia. I’m a normal seventeen year old kid, honest. Or I was, until my parents died. I’m from Australia. My best friend when I was little was this guy called Roland Norm. We were close, incredibly close, and I thought that one day we’d end up married. [Let me tell you now, this will never happen.] That was until he became an assassin and killed my parents a year ago. They weren’t good, they were drug dealers constantly in trouble with the police, but when he did that he cut all ties with me. I mean, I wasn’t close to my parents but they’re my parents!
That was when I started hunting him down. I passed some crappy MI6 test that I could have done in my sleep and got into the training. That was pretty crappy too. Until I met my team; Toscar, Mia, and Olive – and then the fun really started. We hit it off immediately. We finished training with flying colours, and by then dear Roland had killed a lot of people – including some ex-Prime Minister in London.
I’m not proud of what I did next, honest. I sorta ditched my team and MI6 to find Roland. Now my own team is chasing after me, trying to either kill me or capture me. It’s not hard to evade them – Mia always seems to mess everything up. She’s the three C’s – Cute, Cuddly & Clumsy. That all works in my favour.
So, now you know why I’m being chased whilst chasing down an assassin who’s chasing some rich bloke who’s chasing some girl who’s chasing—That’s not really true. I just thought I would say that ‘cause it would make a long sentence. I’m chasing an assassin whilst being chased myself. That will do.
Where was I? Ah, yes. London.
