Have you ever seen a spy movie? Maybe read a book on it. Perhaps even wanted to become a spy yourself.

It's not a piece of cake like people may make it look. Not all fun action packed games. Continuous danger, missions and a couple thousand handfuls of guns. And what do you get out of it? Nothing important for your own life. Others may be safe but your life will mostly always be in jeopardy. You become practically anonymous. Never heard of or spoken about unless for missions or if your enemy happens to figure you out. You cannot be yourself. You have to be whoever your boss tells you to be. It's like being a character in a story. The author would choose what your name is, what you look like and what you do in your life. You have no say. You can never have a love life that will be safe from every villain in the world. You long for a simple freedom.

I have been a spy for over three years. I was recruited as a teenager. They discovered me during a gymnastics competition, they followed me around to learn more about me before they gave me the chance to apply. I made the biggest mistake when that happened. I would do anything to take it back. I am a puppet on a string, and anyone could burn the string at any minute, sending me tumbling to the ground, never to stand my ground again.

This has been my life for a sometime. I am still waiting to be released from this hell. If not in life, perhaps in death.

President re-elected by Cirrious, public not happy.

The poster read. So Jason Hall had been chosen to run the country again. How out of the ordinary. After the last incident you would have expected him to be banned from parliament. Four months ago Hall had sent the money for the Hawthorn hospital to the soldiers in Africa to buy more food and weapons for the American army. The public were not happy, a great strike aroused in America, just about every man, woman and child marched the streets in protest. Hall had been pulled out of government hastily, but now he was back this would mean heavy work.

I stood outside of the bar reading the sign over and over in my head. The FBI would not be happy about this. I could almost picture the mission that was ahead of me. Guns piled into my pockets. Me planting a trap for Hall to step right into. Would he fall for it?

I pulled my hoodie over my head and put my hands in my pockets before heading back down the street to my apartment. A dusty place. A bedroom and a filthy little bathroom. Not much but to me it had a faint feeling of home.

I pressed down on the radio button and slumped onto my bed. The channel was the oldies country music. The only thing one could listen to in this place. I closed my eyes and before long I was soundly asleep.

The buzzer went off at six in the morning. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I never did expect that there would be anything interesting today. They would set me on a new mission no less, and the next day I would get right on it. I showered and dressed before running downstairs to grab my car out of the frost. It was freezing; my breath came out in mist.

The industry was not far from my apartment. FBI. A youngish man greeted me gravely before taking me upstairs to the main office of my boss. I had been in this position over a thousand times before. Same thing, same day, same time.

Mr Crooke sat behind his desk with a grave look on his face. "Sophie, if Hall stays in this position then there may be no way we can keep the public on the same page. Hall has a way of mixing his ways in the most unexpected ways, we have to expect them."

I sighed, this was the same type of greeting you would receive if a tax man walks into your shop requesting the money you owe. Mr Crooke looked up at me then, as if he just realised I had stepped into the room.

"Bella we need you to-"

"Please, let me guess." Mr Crooke motioned for me to go ahead. "You want to send me undercover, set a trap for the president and pray to god he falls into it easily." I smiled without humour.

Mr Crooke chuckled. He was a nice man, even if he did send you on deadly missions. He had a way about him that almost always made him approachable.

"Indeed Bella, you always have been on the correct page. Yes that's exactly what we were planning to do." He nodded to his assistant and she quickly brought over a remote and switched off the lights. The room lit up in a white glow as the projector switched on.

"Our plan is to give Hall a taste of his own medicine. We hear he is planning an attack on the Japanese, repeating the same pattern as last time. He will find someone else's money to send to his troupes." Mr Crooke coughed, making his voice raspy. He took a sip or two of water before continuing "We want you to switch his papers around, mix them. We want him to sign the wrong sheet of paper."

I nodded.

"Good luck Bella."