Yassen ran through the jungle with bullets wizzing past. " Curse you, Blunt," He muttered as he stumbled over tree roots and small plants. " I thought you said this was low key mission with no danger," Yassen said as a bullet thudded into a tree right next to him.
Yassen was 15 years old. He went to Brenton Senior High School. He loved hanging out with friends, well when he wasn't off on a mission. Yassen had a huge secret, he worked for MI6. He was the first teenage spy ever. He had been on 7 missions over 3 years and with each he ended up running for his life. He became a spy at the age of twelve after his parents mysteriously disappeared. A month later a strange man came to the orphanige that he was at and decided to adopt him. His name was David Blunt. He had a son called Alan Blunt, they were very alike, both dry and had no humor. David was rather strange, he was a banker but he rarely talked much about it. Yassen wasn't worried he was happy hanging with friends, going to karate class in which he was a black belt and studying new languages. One day he got into trouble at school, he had punched a kid after the kid had teased his best friend. He run off and went to David's bank. He sneaked past the front desk and climbed up the stairs. When he reached David's office he heard him having a conservation over the phone. " Kill him if you have to, he is a extremely dangerous" David said sternly into the phonr, " As head of MI6 I care more about the saftey of a terroist". Yassin had backed away from the door but crashed into a desk behind him. David had come out of his office and saw Yassin on the floor. He had taken him into the office and from there he was sent on his first mission.
And now he was running through the jungle of Africa with people shotting at him, once again. He had been sent on a mission. A man by the name Richard Taylor, had been making lots of money some how and Yassen had been sent to Africa to investigate. He had found that Richard was selling drugs from Africa and was planning to use the money to launch a huge terroist attack on the President. Before Yassin could warn MI6 he had been found out. " Curse you, Blunt, why do you keep making me do this." Yassen felt pain shotting through his leg. He had been hit.