SHATTERED

10| ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴄʀᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ

Peter Schutz once said: "Hire character. Train skill."

To me, that quote was everything. 

It reminded me of when I trained with my father. The way he saw my character and trained my skill he knew I had because I was his daughter. 

I had forgotten about it when I lost Logan. 

There went a dark year of me being brutal and unstoppable.

After he passed, I was miserable, but I didn't let that get to me.

I wanted to be strong but I didn't know how. 

That was until I met a certain someone.

***

I walked along the path of my old high school, where I had first walked home with Logan. 

Walking into the same coffee shop I went to for years, I ordered the same drinks and sat with a bagel in my hand.

I scrolled through my phone like any ordinary person.

Out of nowhere, a person slipped into my lonely booth and put her arms on on the table, intertwining her fingers together.

I looked up from my phone, giving her a blank expression. 

"Who are you?" I asked politely before saying, "Get the hell out of my booth."

She snickered. "Why hello there Lya Dagger."

I turned off my phone and stared straight at the girl.

"Be quiet," I whispered to her, "How you know that name?" I asked venomously.

She moved closer to me to whisper something. "My name is Emma Hudson from the British Intelligence. I know everything about you love."

I raised my brow, question whether or not to trust this woman. She knew a name only known among the gangsters and mafia among England.

"I am here to talk to you about joining us in the British Intelligence." She stated.

I moved back, rolling my eyes. "If you know who I am, then you obviously know that I am a criminal, Miss Hudson." I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"It's Mrs Hudson, and yes, I know you are a criminal......we also know about the murder of your boyfriend last year, Logan March." She smiled, showing pity.

I hated that people still pitied me. 

I hated pity.

"What does that have to do with you wasting your time to come here and talk with me?"

"We would like to recruit you at the British Intelligence."

I didn't gasp, not did I move. 

I stared into Mrs Hudson's eyes and gulped. 

"Why me?" I asked quietly. 

She sighed. "My dear, I'm sure you've heard many times that you are special, but not only that, your are talented. We are not hiring your for your looks or you ability to kill. We are hiring your character in order to train your skill." 

The words she said reminded me of Peter Schutz's words. 

"I should be in jail for my crimes." I stated.

She nodded. "Yes, you should, but you are not. you had a choice to run away all those years ago and you ran. You chose the good path which lead to this time and place in which you sit. Everything happens for a reason, which is why we need you in the British Intelligence."