Sequel to From Russia with Terror. Lina is the eight-year-old daughter of Russian diplomats. Because of her intelligence, she is sent to the same prestigious school as the president's daughter. Lina's mission is to befriend her and kill the president, but instead, she chooses to embark on a journey to find her real father.

Hurray! I started my sequel! Who knows how far I'll get but let's hope for the best.

The Sparrow Takes Flight

"Are you excited to see America, Lina?" my mother asked as she packed the last of my things in suitcases.

"Yes," I said enthusiastically. "It is going to be the experience of a lifetime!"

She laughed. "You almost sound like a tour book."

"I have read everything you've given me."

There is a slight disturbance in the air. The door has been opened and a rough male hand covered my mouth tightly.

I promptly stomped on his foot, used his lack of balance to grip the hand covering my mouth, and twisted it around.

He laughed.

"Very good!"

I turned to face him. "Thank you, father!"

He has been training my like this since I was four. It scared me at first, but I learned it was for my protection. I'd eventually learn how to use my tiny body as a weapon.

"We need to go over plans one last time," he said. "We won't be able to look at them for another two months."

I nodded obediently.

"Don't stay up too late," my mother warned. "We have an early flight."

My father nodded and led me into the secret room below his study. My mother knows the whole plan too, it is just her responsibility to make sure we bring our passports and medical records, while it is up to my father show me how to make sure the president is dead after I've killed him.

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When I am certain everyone is asleep, I sneak downstairs. I pick the lock to my mother's office with ease, and then pick the lock to the bottom desk drawer. Pulling out the false bottom, I see everything is where it was the last time I looked. This is the real me.

The documents, typed in English, show I was born Lisa Diana Reid on August fourth during the year twenty-twenty in Paris. My father is an American named Spencer Reid. My mother is a woman whose name may be Julia and might be American, but I am not convinced as there are special notations around the name I have yet to crack the code for. It also gives additional details, such as my height and weight at the time of my birth, and while that was shocking, the second page was what got to me.

It describes my parents in detail. My father's wide-ranging intelligence, my mother's athletic prowess, in addition to her "emotional maturity," the reports suggests that my father lacks. It took me another year of reviewing the phrase in my head to understand that it meant that my mother was extremely manipulative. I am the product of two remarkable people, and with the right training, "destined to make Russia proud."

Before I can think any longer on the subject, I pulled out the documents and replaced them with duplicates. They're not perfect, but I need the originals for proof as part of my plan. I started working on creating the duplicates since I discovered we were going to America. It became my art project using an old computer when my parents thought I was playing games. Knowing my parents, they won't care and won't notice a thing as the office has already been cleared of important documents. My history just doesn't matter to them anymore.

I carefully put the documents in the lining of my little purple purse that I always keep by my side.

My Russian name is Lina Barinov. My parents claimed they adopted me from an orphanage. But with the documents I found when I was five, I know I am not a daughter. I am a sparrow, a term for a female Russian spy. On some level I think my parents love me, but other times I wonder if they'd be just as attached to a dog if they had to train it to maul the U.S. president. That is an awful that thought for a child to have.

I am a very angry child. My parents have no concept of how aware I am of what they are doing to me. I know none of this is a game. Committing assassination isn't about doing a service for the country. Still, I play the role of the good daughter to fit my needs, and not theirs.

Because the internet is so restricted here, I don't even know what he looks like. I look forward to going to America, where it will be easier to hide my search history if I must. I doubt that I will as the name "Spencer Reid," probably means very little there.