She woke up, put on her school uniform, went downstairs and had breakfast. If you asked 100 people, 99 of them would say that this was the life of an average school pupil. But that one person, with imagination and creativity crammed into their brain could come up with hundreds of possibilities on who she was. Or what she was doing.
And perhaps, that one person would realise, not straight away but eventually, that no. This was perhaps the life of your average student. But the person living this life was anything but.
Zoe slipped on her shoes and popped her pencil into her blazer. Today, she decided, she was going to sit through a whole lesson without leaving halfway through to be sent on a mission. Don't get her wrong, she loves missions and she loved Tom and Frank and Aneisha and Dan (well, especially Dan) but lessons that weren't to do with combat had been useless and therefore not taught at SKUL. So, now she was drinking in as much academic knowledge as she could (which was hard when you missed lessons all the time because you're fighting master criminals- also teachers would never accept that excuse).
She flitted down the stairs, not making a sound, as she had been taught at SKUL. The guys were baddies and all but to be fair, they were pretty good teachers. And fighters unfortunately for MI5. But SKUL were destroyed by a fist far greater- not to mention bigger- than any MI team. For SKUL was destroyed by KORPS. And KORPS were twice as deadly.
Zoe forced herself to think happier thoughts because her thought process at the moment was pretty bleak. She was still reeling from the news that the Mastermind was her father, and the fact that she found this out from a former KORPS high-flyer.
Whilst trying to think these happier thoughts which were stubbornly refusing to emerge from the shadows of her mind, her brain subconsciously turned to thoughts of Dan.
As she called goodbye to Jonathan, the minder of the safe house she now liked to call home, she unlocked the door and stepped out onto the street. She had only made it a few yards when the sedative dart sunk into her neck. As she collapsed, strong arms caught her and interrupted her fall. The throbbing in her neck faded as she lost consciousness.