"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to a
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while chewing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you okay?"She halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He pulled her gently toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears cascaded from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comforting embrace,
Patricia's confession hung in the air like an uninvited guest at a party. Marco stared at her, disbelief etched across his face."Did you just say you're nineteen?" Marco's voice wavered with a mix of shock and amusement.Patricia bit her lower lip, regretting her slip-up. "I, uh, well... yeah," she stammered, trying to backtrack. "I mean, isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"Marco's eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really had me fooled, Patricia. You've been playing the part of a seasoned spy with such finesse, I never suspected you were just a teenager."She gave him a sheepish grin, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "I guess I'm a good actress."Marco's laughter filled the room, and he pulled Patricia into a warm embrace. "You're more than that. You're incredible," he whispered into her ear.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Patricia's worries about Chloe and her fami
-------------------------- On December 20, 2012, the small city of Eloi was plunged into chaos as the two deadliest gangs, Death Red and The Scorpions, exchanged bullets. The sound of gunfire filled the air, punctuated by the cries of agony and pain. The dark clouds overhead seemed to reflect the city's despair as rain poured down from the sky.The feud between the two gangs had a long history, each trying to assert their dominance over the other. But to the people of Eloi, it brought only disaster and immense suffering. The gangs' battle cry of "Blood, pain, death" only served to amplify the fear and desperation that gripped the city that day.Amid the chaos, a mother and her nine-year-old daughter huddled together in a closet, seeking refuge from the violence outside. The girl, her grey-blue eyes filled with fear, asked her mother about her father's safety.The mother looked down at her daughter, pushing her red-brownish hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Her eye
"Agent Pat, Agent Pat, do you read me?" The voice of Agent Cole buzzed in her ear. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, but as a junior agent, she has to respect him. John practically begged her to put up with Cole.Chewing on her gum, she blew a bubble and lets it pop before replying, "Yes, sir. Loud and clear." She loaded bullets into her revolver and waited for his next command."Get out of there, find somewhere to hide until the backup team arrives. The place is heavily guarded. Get out of there, Agent Pat," he ordered. She knew she couldn't just sit tight and wait for backup when innocent lives are at risk."What if they get killed?" she challenged him."Obey my command, Agent Pat," he barked. She can't resist rolling her eyes again - Cole hated it when she disobeys him, but she loves pushing his buttons."Okay," she said, deciding to humor him for now."Good," he responded before falling silent.Patricia muted the earpiece, wanting to focus on the task at hand. She dropped her du
Patricia entered the building, nodding and waving at the people she passed. Despite her efforts to put on a fake smile, she couldn't help but notice the baffled looks on their faces. "Maybe I need to work on my acting skills," she thought to herself.As she walked through the halls, she could feel her guard slowly coming down. There were only two people in the building who she felt comfortable being herself around - Agent John and...With a determined look on her face, she pushed open the door to her colleague's office. Inside, she found her typing away at her computer, her reading glasses perched low on her nose. She seemed completely engrossed in whatever she was doing.As she watched her colleague work, Patricia couldn't help but reminisce about how they had met. She smiled at the memory, feeling a warmth spread throughout her body. "Ah, the good old days," she thought to herself, still smiling.Flashback Begins,Eleven-year-old Patricia sat at the end of the cafeteria, her table ne
Patricia seethed with anger and hatred towards the officials of the Fighting Crime Agency. She despised the senseless people who ran the sham organization. "That is the only option they gave. If you succeed in investigating the company, they will consider you being a good agent,” John, her superior, said with a sigh.Patricia scoffed, “Why the hell are they investigating the company?”“Well, they believe the company is into some shady business since they are the most successful company in the world. They took an investigation on the company, they did not find anything tangible so that is when they thought that you need to seduce the CEO to get closer to him, so you can know what he is hiding.”As soon as John finished speaking, Patricia burst into laughter. "I see. So because of their jealousy, I'm asked to behave like a whore, a DESPERATE SLUT. I should seduce him just to bring down his company.” She felt resentment towards the jealous officials who came up with the ridiculous plan.“
Marco's alarm buzzed, jolting him awake. He groaned as he remembered his impending interview. With only an hour to spare, he decided to freshen up. As he scrubbed his body, he toyed with the idea of a new necklace design, but his groggy mind refused to cooperate. He needed caffeine, and fast.He rushed to the nearest Starbucks, the baristas already knew his name and his order. As he waited for his Americano, he noticed people snapping photos of him. He was used to being a recluse, only appearing in public when he craved coffee. But to others, he was an enigma, and they seized every opportunity to catch a glimpse of him.He settled down with his pencil and sketchbook, eager to let his creativity flow. However, the constant chatter and noise around him proved to be too distracting. Frustrated, he headed to his office, but his plans were thwarted by a head-on collision with someone.His coffee spilled all over his crisp navy blue shirt, and his briefcase tumbled to the ground. He cursed h