Cassia Duckleby
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.
London. Toscar, Mia, and Olive had finally lost my trail. I had led them to Hong Kong about a week ago, and then escaped on the next boat out of there. Apparently, from what I’ve managed to gleam from the MI6 radio channels, they think I’ve returned to Australia. They’ve lost their touch. For the first three months they were everywhere I was, and they almost caught me at least twice a week.
I’d got in contact with a man about Roland; he had been seen in London about three days ago, and rumoured to have not left yet. This man had been hard to track down, he was a very well known criminal prone to disappearing, but actually quite predictable – but of course, the police were still chasing loose ends tied to nothing. I would have admired him if he wasn’t a criminal, I could have learnt a lot from him. But it was up to me to get him out of the picture; I didn’t want my old team finding out that I had interrogated him. I decided moments before meeting him that I would drop him off at the police station, and turned to face him with a smile on my face. He looked like he was in his late forties, and rather haggard. There were grey streaks in his dark hair, and his eyes looked incredibly eerie to me. He was wearing a large overcoat, and dirty trousers and shirt. I looked down quickly, and noted that he was barefoot.
“Can I have your number?” He asked me, a line that we had agreed on as a way of knowing who each other was.
“It depends. Do you know who created the world?” I replied, and nodded. It was my agreed reply. “Let’s get off the streets. I have people following me, and I’d rather they didn’t know I was talking to you.” He returned my nod and led me through the busier parts of London. I attracted some stares, my attire was not normal in this big city, but I completely ignored them. One way to remain inconspicuous was to stand out, and I stand out. I find it great. My gorgeous white socks with various sized black circles on complimented my long sleeved white dress that reached my thighs. And my long white hair with black tips set it all off quite nicely, I might add. Add this to the fact that I was walking with a supposed tramp and we attracted quite a few stares.
