The next morning, I wake up on time and jump in the shower. I wear my training outfit, put on a nice deodorant and leave the dorms. I meet Vicky on my way, and she stares at me coldly as she’s still upset about the little argument we had a few days ago.
“Good morning,” I stop her.
“What the hell? I don’t understand.” I chuckle.He smiles, “There is no mission, Keira, we’re on a trip,” he says, making my heart bounce.
I open the suite door to be welcomed by jazz music which makes me chucklebecause it reminds me of our first time having a real talk at the jazz bar in Barcelona. I take off my jacket, and I hurry to go to the bathroom to check if everything’s alright like my face and my hair, without forgetting to put on some more perfume.I sp
“Is something going on?” I watch the agents rush to finish their breakfast and get ready to meet the boss.“I’m not sure.” Tiger shrugs. “He usually calls for us
Two weeks of intense training; fourteen days of planning, learning and getting prepared for the big day. The entire agency is busy because of one mission, even the agents who aren’t participating are helping us with some more information and tricks. We don’t have enough time for ourselves, we spend the days in the gym, the meeting room and the computer room to remember every part of Kimberley’s mansion. The boss feels sorry for making us work very ha
Oscar sees us and smiles widely. I mumble a quiet fake bastard before opening my arms to hug him. I push the voice editor’s button and exclaim, “What a good day to see you, Mr Kimberley. What a delight!”
I crouch down on the floor, hiding my face between my knees, closing my ears, screaming and crying with all my strength.We’re going to die in the same basement, all together, united to death. But we’re going to end our days with pride and honour, we’re heroes, men and women who saved a hundred people from dying. We will leave the world with dignity.Five seconds, four seconds...
I lived in Green City for eighteen years, so everything’s familiar to my eyes and my heart. It’s the city where I grew up, where I lived my innocent days, where I made my first-ever friends and had my Flashbacks cause me a horrible headache. Memories of myself holding the trophy I won. Me, a woman who always loved to help people, who never hurt an insect before. I held it in my hands, and the next second, I slammed it onto their heads, I picked it again and smashed their skulls again and again. I lost it, I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t recognize who I was.
I look at him with confusion, “What?”“She’s your mother, right?” he smiles.“But how—”