PART ONE
“What do you want?” A rusty male voice said.
“I happen to be looking for someone.” A more gentle voice replied to the man, a woman’s.
“Oh yeah? And who’s that sweetheart?” The man ask, unimpressed.
“Are you Moises?” The girl answered his question with another question.
The man brings a cigarette to his lips, there is a noise, and a flame comes to life. “Who wants to know?”
“Are you Moises?” The girl repeats her question, her words taking an impatient tone.
“You could say that…now tell me, buttercup, how did you get a hold of a name like that? You sure don’t strike as the ‘usual’ type.” The man admitted.
“Oh, I’m not the ‘usual’ type, alright. But I do know someone, who happens to have a friend, that has another friend, and let’s just say this person sure does like Scotch.” The girl said in an as-a-mater-of-fact tone.
The man took the cigarette off his lips, and cursed under his breath. “Tell me, sweetie, what’s your name?”
“That, I’m afraid, I cannot answer. You see, once I tell you, you’re gonna wish you weren’t even born.”
“Right…you and what army?”
There is a deafening noise, the all of the sudden the man is weeping, and is hysterically making choking noises.
“Wha-what d-do yo-you w-wa-ant?” The man managed to squeak out.
“All I want is answers. I’m sure you can give them to me, right? Nobody’s gonna get hurt if you would just be honest for, I don’t know, the next ten minutes; tops.”
“Please don’t hurt me! I have three kids! They need me! I don’t want to die!” The man starts to choke on his own tears.
“I told you, I’m not planning to hurt. Well…unless you cooperate, and tell your guys to take a doughnut break or something.”
“Okay,” The man seemed to pat his pants, the he whispered in a hushed but quick voice, “Guys, why don’t you take a break. I’m going to have to do alone for a couple of minutes.”
A couple of voices reply Okays and Fines. Then the man says, “Now what do you want?”
“Good you are able to follow simple directions, now I want you too…”
But before she could continue, another male voice booms, “Get your hands off him!”
The girl says, “Abort mission, abort mission. NOW.” Alarmed, over and over again.
Ten seconds later there is a lot of movement, when all of the sudden there is dead-silence.
“I told you to follow directions…”
“Please, please, please, plea-“
SPLASH!!!!
Beeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppppppppppp……………………
GINA
“Can you please explain yourself?” Director Anthony McEntire looked at me helpless, searching for an answer to a puzzle that he, yet, didn’t entirely understand.
“I-“ I stared at him unable to defend myself. I mean, sure I threw the guys off board in the middle of the Pacific, I violated a gazillion rules just by breaking the connection with Base 1 after that, and yeah I screwed everything up for the mere fact that I let my guard down for a couple of seconds.
But, jeez, they act like I actually killed the guy, or let him know our secret locations. Seriously, cut me some slack here people, I’m barely sixteen years old, and I’m already on the family business: working as an undercover agent for the CIA under the White House in Washington D, C.
Really, sometimes they can over react like hell broke loose or something. I mean, I’ve been on the business since I was what? Eight years old, well I was trained since I was six, my father started to teach me the tricks when I was eight, then at the age of twelve I started to go to missions.
I know, I know, I’ve had a messed up childhood, but it’s not that bad. I mean, I could literally open a safe in less than two minutes blindfolded with only a pair of scissors and ear buds. That’s pretty cool in secret agent standards, and normal people standards.
There’s a lot of stuff you learn on the business, some cool stuff, like the safe thing; some dangerous stuff, like how to blow up a toaster with just a rubber band; some life-saving-stuff, like swimming one handed while carrying two people at the same time (The force is on the toes people); and some other stuff that would make you wish you’ve never been born (Who thought that the inside of a cow would be so uncomfortable).
There is technically nothing in this world that I haven’t done, tried, destroyed, blowed-up, seen, and/or killed.
How messed up is that? I’m sixteen and I’ve already killed. Sigh, it’s a pain being me sometimes.
But back to the point, Director McEntire is totally being an ***hole right now, by the way he was yelling at me you would have thought I kidnapped the president o make him hula dance on National T.V.
“Sir, I didn’t kill him. We got him, he is going to jail for the rest of his life, his goons were captured too, so tell me; what’s wrong with all of that?” I tried to reason with him, if I couldn’t get him to calm down I sure was going to be tomorrows stew.
“’What’s wrong with that?’ What’s wrong with that? I’ll tell you what’s wrong with that; you were supposed to get him to talk. You were supposed to get the information out of him, so that we had enough evidence to put him in jail ‘for the rest of his life’.” The vein on his forehead was throbbing so bad I thought he was going to break it any minute now.
Whoa, he had some anger issues.
“Um, excuse me, but the guy pointed a freaking gun at my face and if that wasn’t half bad; I had other three idiots pointing rifles at my face as well!” I yelled at his face the same way he was yelling at me two seconds ago. Deep breaths, deep breaths, in then out, in then out.
“Sorry, but that doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t follow directions.” He said in a much more controlled voice. “I’m afraid I’ll have to cancel your missions until further notice.”
“But, but…you can’t do that! I can’t miss this! I mean, we’re talking about breaking into the White House, that’s no picnic. They’ll need me!” I cried desperately, cancelling your missions is something really, really bad.
“No can do about that now, you are dismissed.” He stood up, putting some papers in stacks.
“Grrr!!!” I cried in frustration, standing up, and knocking down the chair in the process.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I was already opening the door when he said in a calm tone, “Oh tell Karen I’ll see her for dinner today.”
Ha! Now I was his messenger? His freaking messenger? But I knew how to make him feel guilty, so in a very casual, sweet voice I replied, “Of course…daddy.”
And left the room banging the door as hard as I could.
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Please let me know!
After I get back, I'll be posting the next chapter.
If it is confusing let me know so that I can clear everything up ;) , thanks for reading! :)
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