Full summary: Y/n's father works for a discreet spy organization, Silentium, used by the international community. MI6 charges this organization with eliminating the most powerful mob in London. To do this, they must take out its leader: Tom Holland. After multiple failed attempts to wipe out this mob, Silentium decides to try a different tactic. They turn to Y/N, daughter of one of Silentium's more inconspicuous members. Her mission, should she choose to accept it, is to infiltrate and destroy the Holland Mob, using any means necessary.

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Y/n's POV

"Good, you're home. Follow me."

Frowning at the curt greeting, I follow my dad to his car in the driveway, stopping uncertainty by the passenger door.

"Get in."

I do as I'm told, clutching my bag to my lap. "Dad, what's going on?"

His mouth sets into a hard line. "It's time for a test."

His statement relaxes me. Tests are not uncommon, and I prepare for them nearly every day. The car ride passes in silence as I consider what the test will be. Sometimes he leaves me in a remote field and I have to find my way back home, sometimes he asks me to swim long distances, sometimes I have to get myself out of zip-ties. With my dad's profession being what it is, it makes sense that he tries to prepare me to protect myself. Afterall, it's a significant possibility that I will follow in his footsteps.

After thirty minutes or so, he hands me a blindfold. I put it on without question. Figuring he is going to leave me somewhere with only what I have on my person, I do my best to create a map in my mind that will aid me in my navigation to home. Sure enough, roughly twenty minutes later he's leading me out of the car and taking me through many turns, trying to confuse my sense of direction. He pulls off my blindfold and steps away. Fluorescent light assaults my eyes and I blink, hurriedly trying to adjust.

The sight that meets me is not what I expected. I'm in a concrete room that's most likely several feet below the ground. In front of me stand three men, not including dad.

The one closest to me speaks. "Thank you, Y/D/N. We'll explain from here."

Dad nods and moves to stand in line with the other two men.

"Y/n, welcome. You may call me Jack Smith." A fake name, obviously. "What do you know of your father's occupation?"

I swallow, trying to put on an air of confidence. "I know it's dangerous. I know it's secret. That's it."

Jack Smith purses his lips. "I think you'll find it best not to lie to me."

I send a glance towards Dad, still unsure. He gives me a slight nod, so I continue. "He works for a secret organization that spies, topples governments, and neutralizes threats. Sometimes other groups will hire the organization he works for to carry out certain...jobs." I pause, hesitating. "I hope to one day occupy the same position."

One of the men, a slightly younger looking one, steps forward and hands Jack Smith a manilla folder. Jack Smith opens it. "And this is why you undergo your training, yes?"

I nod and give him the affirmative.

"Our records indicate that you are relatively talented. You seem to have a strong base with which to start."

I bite my lip. "Start for what, sir?"

He answers my question with a question, exchanging the current folder for another while he does so. "Miss Y/n, what do you know of the Holland Mob?"

My eyes widen in surprise. "It's one of the most dangerous organizations in England, maybe even the world."

Jack Smith nods. "Recently, this mob seems to have gotten out of control. Of course, mobs are always difficult to regulate, but this one rules with undisputed authority. This cannot be allowed to continue."

An uneasy feeling begins to grow in the pit of my stomach. "Sir, what has this got to do with me?"

Two more men come from nowhere and place a metal table and chair in front of me. Jack Smith gestures for me to sit. As I do, he slides yet another folder over to me. Curious, I open it. I'm met with with curly brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a muscular build. The man in the picture does not smile. Instead, he glowers at someone off-camera. I study the picture and the information surrounding it.

Name: Thomas Stanley Holland

Age: 22

Status: Alive-Active

Position: Leader of the Holland Mob

Following this is information I glaze over, such as hair color, eye color, height, weight. To the right of the page, something catches my eye.

"Hang on, this can't be right. You're telling me he's the leader of the most powerful mob in Great Britain but he's killed zero people."

"Zero confirmed kills. We estimate he's responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people, killing at least half of those by his own hand. The problem is, his men are so loyal and he's so careful that we can never connect him to anything. No robberies, no acts of vandalism, no kidnappings, least of all murder. No one has been able to pin him a crime, and this prevents the authorities from being able to lock him up." Jack Smith sighs, placing his hands on the table and leaning towards me. "We need someone on the inside, someone capable of keeping themselves safe and undetected, someone loyal to this organization. We need someone to infiltrate Holland's ranks, get close, and gather enough evidence to lock him and his higher-ups away forever." Anticipation grows within me. "To put it simply, we need you."

I grin, ready to begin my career. "Well Mr. Smith, where do we start?"

A/n Here's the preface! It's only an introduction, so the chapters following this will be longer and most will include Tom :) Requests are OPEN, so just let me know! Love you all, and please remember that you are an important human being!