Undercover agent

Undercover agent

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 29, 2017
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Action and Thriller
Clover is a secret agent that lost her family and has been living on her own since she was 13. Ugh where are these guys taking me, also i'm getting cramped between these two big guys. ''Are we there yet?'' Clover yells at them. With a big push towards the two guys sitting with her she is not liking getting this cramped. The guy that threw me in the car took the headphones away and pointed a gun up my mouth. He told me to be quiet otherwise he would shoot me right there right now. The guy sitting on my left side injected me with a sleeping poison. Five hours later I woke up i a chair tied in the back of it and i'm sitting alone in a large office. It's raining outside and there is a river or a lake just there. ''She is awake, finally''
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