Family Heritage

Family Heritage

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I never understood how drastic change could be. Until Dad died. But I wasn't loosing any sleep over it. Why would I? I never really had a dad. A father, maybe, but never a Dad. So why would I care about him. No, he wasn't important, but the events that spiraled out of control because of him were. Before I was apart of anything even remotely related to espionage, I knew that it was too romanticized in movies and novels. But here I am. Being a spy. And starting to dislike it. Max Carmikel, where did your luck turn sour? Life is sweet. Well, a little bittersweet, but hey, without bitter, you couldn't have sweet. Dad's dead; the bitter. But, look at the life he gave us. Sweet. now, don't get me wrong, when push comes to shove, I shift myself into serious mode, but it's all been on the push side so far. I don't know about Max. He seems like he doesn't see the awesomness that comes with this spy thing. He'll come around to it eventually. Kilo Carmikel, when did life give you so many lemons?
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Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

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