I dont think this story is very good. I wrote it on vacation in Barcelona and I didnt have a computer there, therefore I wrote it classically with pen and paper. I could have written much more to this topic and the story is very short. If you want, you can expand it with your own thoughts or imagine how it goes on and how the consequences for the Cherub agent will be at the end. I imagine a continuation of this constellation, too, although I won't write it down. You can take this story as a thought and continue this thought with your own ideas. When you want to continue this idea, just send me a message and I can give you more background information to the two Cherub agents used in this story.

I'm sorry that it is so difficult to read because I didnt edit it after uploading. And I didn't have a dictionary in Spain and Word doesnt autocorrect everything.

Chapter 1

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes

On what wings dare he aspire

What the hand dare sieze the fire

'The Tyger' by William Blake, 2nd stanza

She closed the book and put it back on the night table. She sighed when she heard a knock on the door. 'It's open' she said and stood up. She already wore night clothes but she didn't care. James came in. 'Hey, I heard you would already fly tomorrow' he stated and closed the door behind him. 'That's right' she answered in her typical American accent which he loves so much. He gave her a short kiss on her lips. 'What, that's all?' she asked surprised and he already pushed her down on the bed. 'How long will it take?' he asked and removed her t-shirt. 'I don't know.' 'I heard it was rated as a very dangerous and risky mission. That's the reason why they chose you and your sister.' She just shrugged. 'Hey, Valentina. Don't make the same mistake Kerry did, okay?' She looked into his eyes and recognized fear. She touched his cheek. 'I can watch myself. And I promise you that I won't underestimate the situation like Kerry did.' He nodded fondling her nipples. They kept silent for a while. 'Do you think you will have already left CHERUB when I return?' she asked suddenly. 'I hope not' he responded honestly. He was already seventeen and she was mid-sixteen. 'What is your mission about?' he wanted to know. 'I'm not allowed to tell you, you know that.' She kissed him and turned around to search a condone in the draw of the night table. 'Gimme a hint!' She laughed. 'How did you find out it's a dangerous mission?' she asked and closed the draw again. 'Chloe told me. And nearly the whole campus knows that. First, Mac is mission operator, what he never does, second, ethnic committee was close to not allowing this mission unless Zara send her best agents.' 'I feel honored' she said ironically and opened the package.

On what shoulder and what art

Could twist the sinews of thy heart

An when thy heart began to beat

What dread hand and what dread feet

3rd stanza

She felt like having read the book far too often. Her sister Theresa smiled at her. For her, it wasn't that important having read the interpretation of most poems by William Blake. The sixteen year old identical twin sisters sat in the plane on their red eye flight to Los Angeles. At the airport, they hugged each other and climbed into the cars they got for their mission. Valentina drove to her new flat in one of not-the-best districts of Sacramento. Well, she was used to much worse circumstances concerning her origin and her previous missions. Now, she opened the door and started to unpack the things and clothes in the tiny flat. Now, she wasn't herself anymore, now, she was Valentina Riddle, nineteen years old, just moved to Sacramento and looking forward to work at CBI tomorrow. Having emptied her luggage bags, she sat down on her bed in the small bedroom and sighed. She had lied to James. She knew this mission would last longer than the usual ones. But Mac had wanted her and her sister as far as possible away from Great Britain, after the sisters have found out that their younger brother, with whom they haven't had any contact since they had entered MI%, had been brought into intensive care at hospital for too heavy drug and alcohol abuse. When Valentina and Theresa have been five years old, they had seen how their always drunk father stabbed their mother. Because of the many screams, the younger and the older brother had joined and must not only see their dead mother's corpse but also how their father raped both of their sisters. They have never fully recovered from the sexual abuse and despite some physical consequences like scars, they sometimes still woke up in the middle of the night having nightmares about this day. A few days later, their father has been arrested and the four were put into an orphanage. They got used to drug and alcohol abuse and for the twins, especially, prostitution. They had promised themselves to give the best as possible when in the age of six they were offered a chance to join CHERUB. Their one-year-younger and their one-year-older brother weren't even informed as their drug abuse had been too strong for Mac to even consider them the first test. However, the twins kept their promise and became the youngest black-shirt with ten years ever. Since then, nearly every of their operations have ended in a real success. Just one time, their cover had been blown up and the scar next to her belly button still reminded Valentina on her days with the Russian Mafia.

What the hammer, what the chain

In what furnace was thy brain

What the anvil, what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp

4th stanza

The time passed and both twins have made more progress than they ever dreamed of in this mission. As senior agents, they were allowed not to have a direct operator around which would also have been far too risky for that mission. Valentina sat on her bed and waited for her 'boyfriend' to come home. She didn't love him, of course. She hated his penchant for Bach music and for tea. They had their differences but she had gained his trust, and maybe even his love, so far. He was incalculable and hard to estimate. She heard the door opening and closing again. The man entered the small bedroom and kissed her very deeply. He undid his long, black cloak and put it away. 'I have visited our friend today' he whispered with his slimy voice into her ears. She smiled and tried to be enthusiastic. 'I assume you decided what to do with Kristina' she said and hoped that whatever it was, MI5 allowed her to proceed. 'She knows too much' he explained. She nodded. She hasn't seen his face but Valentina's- If Kristina or anybody knew that she was a mole in Lisbon's team, it could end her mission immediately. 'You wanna kill her?' she asked while he slowly opened her blouse. 'More than that' he hissed. She hated his slimy and false voice. 'You may torture her as much as you want. I know you'd like it.' He kissed her once more and she remembered the last time she tortured information out of a victim. She hoped that CHERUB didn't kick her out for this, she was one of their best agents and had a lot of more rights and free space to play in. But Kristina being tortured by an undercover agent would be hard for MI5 to explain if somebody found out. She smiled and he opened her bra. She looked into his black eyes, as deep black as hears. He was a bit more than six feet tall, thin but muscular, well, more or less, he had dark brown-black, short hair and he was perfectly shaven. She had tried to persuade him to grow at least a three-days-beard but until now, without success.

When the stars threw down their spears

And watered heaven with their tears

Did he smile his work to see

Did he who made the lamb make thee

5th stanza

Valentina looked at Kristina Frye. She had been tied up to this chair for nearly ten hours now and for over twenty-four hours she was in this old shed a bit outside of the town Sacramento. It was past midnight and Valentina had hoped that he didn't want CBI t find her today. She kissed him again and stepped forward to Kristina who looked at her with widely opened eyes. Valentina didn't believe in God but it was still a reasonable question if he created both Lamb and Tyger, good and evil. Was it actually equal, did he like to see the creation of the Tyger as much as of the Lamb? 'Betrayer!' Kristina hissed and tried to look respectless. Valentina had to smile. She could see the fear in her eyes. She hated the decision she had to make. It was too early to break up the mission now and arrest him. She had to show him how cruel she could be and hoped that MI5 would only punish her with laps instead of kicking her off immediately. She had no other options and pulled out a dissecting tool she once bought from a dealer who had broken into an Autopsy to rob knifes and reception notes. 'No' Kristina whispered when Valentina came closer to her. 'Please, don't!' she screamed. 'Screaming brings you nothing' he said in his cold and ugly voice. He was very calm and self-disciplined. 'She knows no mercy. Therefore you might have some last words to tell the world?' he added. Valentina looked up into the eyes of fear and scare and started. Kristina screamed as loud as she never has done before but he was right. There was no point. When Valentina was finished, he hugged her deeply. They both looked at the woman lying on the floor. She was still breathing but her look and glance was empty now. She just lay on the ground. Her blouse was sprinkled with dark brown and she had uncountable deep scratched and stabbings by the knife. She lay in a puddle of blood which was growing but not growing fast enough to release her from the pain. Valentina licked the blood from the knife. 'Her soul has left our world' he said smilingly and kissed his far younger girlfriend. 'I need a change before I go to work' she mention with a look at her red sprinkled clothes. 'Will you take her here for a while?' He shook his head. 'CBI will find her tonight. Alive, I promise.' She nodded, kissed him again and left the small shed outside the city to drive back downtown.

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