AGENT WHITE: FIRST MISSION

AGENT WHITE: FIRST MISSION

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People call me by many different names. In the spy world I am known as White, the badass spy who went rogue and left her country. Among the hackers, I'm known as Cypher. One of the best hacker who showed up out of no where a few months ago. In the White House, the President called me Agent White. But in The Angels, the most elite school in the United States scratch that, the most elite private school in the world I'm a normal girl. A scholarship student, who only got in because of the President gave me a mission. Find out more about White in this book Two days earlier Washington DC Queen's Mansion The sound of the alarm wake me up. I immediately grab the knife under my pillow and throw it to the alarm. Ughhh... I broke it again #286 in action 21/4/17 #385 in action 19/4/17
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Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

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