Spy for Sale
Chapter 1
"Gary Giggles, this is your final mission for the OSS Spy Kids before you become an official member of the OSS." The Director said to Gary Giggles, who nodded, feeling excited. This was it, this was the moment he had been waiting for! If he completed this assignment, he was an official agent, no longer a Spy Kid. The Director projected up an image of a girl who looked like she was about 19 and looked like she could easily murder someone before breakfast and not miss a second in her daily routine. "This is Lila Reynolds, one of her many alibis. She is a freelance spy, who completes missions for money, usually for the highest bidder." Gary felt disgusted at her lack of loyalty to anyone other than herself. "She recently infiltrated the OSS and stole very valuable information to us. We have sent a few other spies before you after her, with no success. The last one she sent back to us barely alive. I understand that is quite a dangerous mission, but I have no one else I can ask." The Director said, and Gary swore that he would destroy this Lila Reynolds and everything she held dear.
"I'll do it. What do I have to do to prepare for this mission?" Gary said, and the Director nodded approvingly.
"We finally managed to locate her, but we aren't sure how long she'll be there. We need you to move immediately." The Director hands him an address and they both need stand up, Gary walks out to prepare for the mission, strategies swirling through his head.
Lila swore fiercely when she found the tracker on her car. She put it down on the asphalt and said "later, bitches", knowing the bastards on the other side of the tracker could hear her and stepped on it hard with her high heeled boot. She leaned against her car and sighed, raking a hand through her black curly hair. Infiltrating the OSS had been incredibly easy, after all, her parents had been members. When they had died on a mission though, the OSS had abandoned her, their best Spy Kid. She had been surviving ever since that day, using the very skills they had given her. The past months though, they had sent spy after spy after her. Each one seemed to be less trained than the last one, it was almost pathetic how easily she beat them. One of her contacts texted her and she opened her disposable phone, rolling her eyes at the amount they were offering her. "Sweeten the deal, or you won't get anything." She texted back and sent it back, rolling her eyes again. She needed to pack up and leave soon, it was dangerous to stay in one place for too long. She wished she didn't have so many enemies, but what could she do? Such was the life of a spy for sale.