Ch. 1 Sera's POV
If you're a CIA spy going to Russia for a top secret mission that usually means you're going to get your head blown off or die some other horribly nasty way. Unless you're a wonderfully professional spy. Which I am, if I do say so myself. It seems that two new spies from MI6 might come to a death such as that though, since they're not as well trained as the CIA.
The new spies are two teenagers that are around my age, I heard that they were siblings. I guess I'm the leader of the team since I'm the most experienced; I have been an official secret agent since I was in 6th grade. That's what I don't get, though. The Chief sent two brand-new spies from MI6 on a super important mission in Russia? Russia is the roughest place to go if you're an agent especially if you're a new agent.
Dang it. This is not going to an enjoyable mission. Not like any of my missions were. But I'm a loner. I hate working as a team, I hate MI6 agents and I hate working with other teens in particular.
"Hi!!!" the pair of siblings cheerfully cried in unison. They smiled two sparkling white smiles; I was almost blinded.
I stared at them too appalled to say anything. This brother and sister were way too care-free and cheerful. I mean, they're going on their first mission. Shouldn't they be cowering in fear, throwing up, or something? Even I was kind of nervous on my first mission. And the way they look! Like the romantic version of agents like the ones you see on TV, you know James Bond and all. Then I snapped out of my horror-stricken daze as I realized they were waiting for me to return their cheerful greeting. So I did, except I didn't do it quite as cheerfully.
"Hello," I replied coolly, giving them an icy smile, "I'm assuming you're…" I checked my clipboard. "Bret Randal, age 18, and Lacy Randal, age 18, both from MI6?"
"Yes, that's us!" Bret confirmed with another blinding smile.
"Okay, I guess I'll just call you both by your first names since you both have the same last names…" I said. Dang it. I hate calling fellow agents by their last names. Ug.
"Okay!" Lacy said exuberantly, "What's your name?"
"Serafina Balverde, age 15," I said.
"Well, hey, Serafina!!" Lacy greeted again.
"Please don't call me Serafina," I asked; I really hate my name for it screams out foreigner, and even worse it screams out what my parents were…Russian.
"Why not?" Bret asked. I looked at him and suddenly thought that his gold blonde hair, light green eyes, and tanned smooth face looked really handsome. His accent made him even cuter. Now, why did I think that? I blushed inwardly and simply said:
"I don't like my name."
"Well, then how about we call you Sera?" Lacy suggested.
"Sure," I said shrugging my shoulders, "Oh. I almost forgot to tell you," I stood up. "Briefing's in an hour, 'kay?"
And I strode out of the room without waiting for either of their replies.