Criminal at Heart. (One direction fanfic)

Criminal at Heart. (One direction fanfic)

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Name: Cross,Stella Age:16 Occupancy: Agent Place of employment: CIA Special skills: Weaponry Hand to hand combat Photographic memory Special note: Ms.Cross is very young but she is not to be messed with. Cross has an IQ of 185 and is fluent in nine languages. She is considered a prodigy where she was born and is an important asset to the united states. I am Stella Cross. I was born in Berlin Germany on a U.S. army base in December 25, 1996. Shortly after my birth my parents and I were captured by German spys. They killed my parent and raised me in their academy. Once I was old enough to figure out what had really happen I escaped. Killing anyone who got in my way. I found my way back to the U.S. base. They knew who I was instantly. They asked me a lot of questions. I answered them. Once I told them everything they evaluated me. They called me a prodigy. They told me I would do wonders for this country. And I was until I met them. After that my whole world was flipped upside down.
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