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Nothing Hurts Like the Truth, and You
Chapter One
I sighed, leaning back in my desk chair. A pile of paperwork sat to the side of my desk, untouched. I pulled out my phone to look at the time. Of course, the spy in me already knew the exact minute. But I knew deep down that I was hoping there was a message from Bex.
The last anyone knew, or was willing to tell me, Bex hadn't made contact with the agency for two months. Or eight weeks, three days, and eighteen hours to be exact. She had gone on a mission to Dublin, Ireland, but the objective of her trip, was classified, even to me.
Before she left, Bex hadn't been any different. She had walked around with the confidence, that only years of spying and Baxter bloodlines could produce. And when she left, I didn't worry any more than usual.
Ever since we graduated from Gallagher; Bex, Liz, Macey, and I were used to being apart. I mean, we're spies; missions are what we do. But last week, Bex's status had changed to MIA, and ever since, I hadn't been able to relax.
Bex had graduated the top of our class at Gallagher. She was the only one of us to get a joint mission from MI6 and the CIA within her first year of working. Bex was smart, strong, and a damn good spy. But since last week, all I could think about was the trouble and danger Bex could be in.
Just then, my computer chimed. It was from Agent Macey McHenry.
-You, me, and Liz. Dinner and drinks at my place tonight. We need to talk… was all it read.
I did start on my mountain of papers, but didn't get very far. As soon as it was early enough to leave work, I did. I wasn't able to focus, and I was anxious to the girls. I practically sprinted out of the CIA headquarters where I worked.
My car was parked close to the building and I quickly got in it. I drove to Macey's on autopilot. Her apartment was in one of the common buildings for CIA agents to live in and was within a couple minutes from my own. But hers was on the top floor, more upscale, and more…Macey.
When the door opened, Macey appeared wearing a black ruffle dress. She looked gorgeous which totally isn't fair, but I've gotten used to it. Macey is the daughter of a cosmetic tycoon and her father has the natural charm that has made him a popular senator. Macey had started late at Gallagher, but she was a descendant of the woman who founded the school, so spying came naturally to her.
Behind her I saw Liz with her black glasses on sitting at Macey's table reprogramming her computer. Liz is a genius at computers; actually she's a genius at everything that doesn't require being coordinated. Liz wasn't a field agent like Macey, Bex, and I. She worked with technology and intelligence and stayed at headquarters most of the time.
"C'mon in," Macy said to me.
I walked in and sat down on Macey's soft, black leather couch. Behind me was a blown up portrait of the four of us at Gallagher. It was all of us in floor-length dresses at Madame Dabney's final exam ball for our last semester. At the time, we knew that the cell belonging to the Circle of Cavan that was after me had been flushed, and we were celebrating.
We all had a look of confidence and happiness on our faces.
Looking up from her computer Liz turned to me with a worried expression.
"Have you heard anything?" she asked.
"No, nobody seems to be worried about her besides us either." I replied. "I mean why hasn't anybody done anything to find her?
"Today Jonas and I looked through the entire CIA database, in search of anything that could lead us to her. And we couldn't find a single piece of useful information. Whatever Bex is doing is so secret they haven't even put it in the computers." Liz told me, with a slight blush when she mentioned Jonas's name.
Macey paced back and forth, "She was in Dublin, that's all we know! But that was two months ago, she could be anywhere, or with anyone by now."
I sighed and ran my fingers through my light brown hair. Then I mentally prepared to ask the question that I knew we were all thinking.
"Do you think it's the Circle?" I asked looking up at the ceiling.
The Circle of Cavan had been after me almost my entire life as a spy. While at Gallagher, they had filled my life with constant fear. They had also taken my dad out of my life. Just thinking about the Circle filled my mind with bad memories and made my stomach queasy.
My senior year at Gallagher had been filled with me and the people who cared about me working non-stop to shut them down. But no matter what we did, the Circle was strong. It had been around for centuries and giving up on me didn't mean much to them. They had multiple targets and bigger goals.
They were still a threat whether I liked it or not. But even if Bex was chasing the Circle, it probably had nothing to do with me. Otherwise the agency would have sent me to risk my life, and not Bex.
Liz gasped, and Macey's piercing eyes met mine. I knew they feared the Circle just as much as I did.
Before either of them could answer my satellite phone vibrated. The satellite phone was for work purposes, so it had to be important. Taking a breath, I looked down. It was from the director of the CIA.
Ms. Morgan, please report to my office tomorrow at 0700 hours.
As I read it out loud, I realized this could only mean one thing; a mission.
