Everyday, I wake up as Rednaxela Johnson; Everyday, I walk through the doors of the Blackthorne Institute for Boys.
They look up to me as a hero as how I fought along the CIA during The Betrayal, but only few know how for one I am not a hero. I am, or as most would put it was— a double agent. I worked for the Circle of Caven- the CoC.
I made a promise. I promised her that I would never tell her true story.
I swore that I would not claim her innocence
And I intended to keep my promise until I got the phone call.
One phone call could break all my promises to the one I love.
Unfortunately, I picked up the phone.
"Mr. Johnson speaking," I greeted.
"Alexander Anderson.' That was all he needed to say.
I cut the line. I was in shock. I heard a voice I thought I would never hear again.
He would call again eventually.
That phone call made me realize I am not a hero nor a trader, I am a coward.
A man who can't keep his promises and gives in.
I am the man who is revealing the truth, the secret of the legend- Cameron Morgan a.k.a The Chameleon.
Just prologue. R&R It's a bit confusing.