Prologue
I got the call today. She saved my life, twice, in Moscow so I don't really have a choice. She doesn't seem too worried about my past interfering with the job. Hopefully she's right, I mean I grew up here, got arrested here more times than I'd like to admit, but L.A. was never really my home, and I haven't been there for more than a lay-over since I was sixteen.
But I still can't shake this nagging feeling that she isn't being completely honest with me.
But that's Hetty for you, she's got her next twelve moves planned out knowing full well what you'll do. So time to go back to L.A. Back to Hetty's watchful eye. Back but not as myself. The last person who discovered my true identity died before they could tell anyone, myself included.