Hey Guys! This is my second story on Fanfic and I hope you enjoy it! It is based on the movie First Daughter and I've been wanting to do this kind of story for a while.
When I was a little girl, my father was promoted to First Agent in the CIA. I enjoyed playing alone in my backyard with frogs and snails and whenever my dad had the time, he would take me mini covert operations. But one day when I was 6, my father lost me in a crowd of people. I know what you're thinking, that my dad was a terrible operative and that if he actually was good enough to be First Agent he would never have had lost a six year old girl. But once he found me eating ice cream and talking to a little boy with green eyes and his mother, he explained that I had a special gift: I could disappear into any crowd.
But that night, when I couldn't sleep at 2 o'clock in the morning, I went to see my parents. Their light was still on and the door was slightly ajar. They were speaking in hushed tones. The spy training that my Uncle Joe taught me kicked in and I remained at the door listening. "I don't know how she approached her Rachel," My father says sounding worried and exasperated.
"How could you leave her alone?" My mother whispers back sounding angry and worried.
"It was part of her training and I thought I had my eye on her, but she disappeared."
"Those missions are dangerous! You know they're after us."
My eyes widened and my 6 year old brain tried to process what they were saying.
"What are you doing in the hallway, Squirt?" My Aunt Abby whispered from the guest bedroom. She was staying at our house while Uncle Joe was on a mission in Dubai.
"Shh," I said knowing that Aunt Abby wouldn't rat me out. Instead of ratting me out she scooped me up and took me into her room. I loved my Aunt Abby and I enjoyed spending any time I had with her, so I immediately forgot about what was said during that night as she painted my nails and ate ice cream.
Ever since that night, my father stopped bringing me to mini covert operations. I didn't really mind because Uncle Joe started coming over more often and him and my dad worked with me for hours on spy techniques. But what I did mind was that I was not allowed to do as much things as I could have done before. I rarely ever left the house, even when I was with my mother. The only times when I could leave the house often was when I was with both my dad and mom, or Aunt Abby and Uncle Joe.
When I was about 8, Uncle Joe and Aunt Abby would take me on covert operations. These were a lot more high risk than the ones that my father used to take me on and during these missions Uncle Joe nicknamed me the Chameleon. He explained to me that I had a natural talent of blending into things, just like my father said. After every mission my Aunt would say, "Don't tell your parents, Squirt."
And I wouldn't because I knew they would immediately put a stop to these missions and I couldn't have that. I was addicted to missions, they filled me with joy and whenever I didn't have a mission I would make up scenarios in my head of missions where I would have to save the president or crack a code to stop a bomb from destroying the world. Uncle Joe showed me a website that he created that was dedicated to practicing cracking codes. "It's no where near the same experience as an actual bomb, but it's good practice Cameron." After he showed me that website I spent hours and hours on it until their were no more codes to crack.
When I was 18, my dad finally took me on a mission. He explained to me that we were to infiltrate an all spy boys school called Blackthorne and crack into the database to find a list of the students going there and list of alumni.
We successfully completed the mission and stopped at a nearly empty Denny's on the way home from the CIA helipad. We each ordered pancakes and split a piece of chocolate cake and sat in the booth in the very back.
"You know Cammie, I was quite impressed by your composure and skill during this mission." My dad said as he slurped on his chocolate shake.
"Thanks, Dad."
"It just makes me regret that I wasn't the one to watch you develop as an agent during missions."
He was referring to the missions that Aunt Abby and Uncle Joe toke me on. My jaw dropped as I struggled to find a way to make him think we didn't go on the missions, "How did y-"
"I'm First Agent of the CIA, give your old man a little credit," He said as he took the last bite of the chocolate cake.
"Then why didn't you take me on missions?"
He cleared his throat, "I never was exactly sure what kind of missions they were taking you on until a month ago, and before then I thought it would be good training for you."
"What kind of missions were we going on?"
My dad face suddenly turned serious, "There's a terroristic group called the Circle of Cavan. They are highly dangerous and me and your Uncle Joe have spent our lifetime trying to bring them down."
I gulped, "And what did I do?"
"You actually made the biggest breakthrough in this chase, you were able to sneak into their headquarters undetected and retrieve a list of at least 43% of their operatives."
"So what does that mean for me now?"
"Well Cammie, because of your outstanding achievement, you have been recruited by the Jayhawk CIA University, and I think you should go there, but it's up to you."
My face brightened at the news, "Will there be people there?" My father gave me a very sheltered life and I never really had any human interaction except for with my family and my dad's coworkers.
My dad chuckled, "Yes there will be people."
"Count me in!" I was so excited to start a normal life. Well, as normal as any spy in training can have.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! I would love some reviews! But anyways you can check out my other story, Just Friends or More? I am still in process of writing that one and I promise I will finish it, even though I'm in love with writing this story right now.