Prologue
When you think spy, you think of cool car chases, gun fights, and the slick spy who always gets the lady. But that's the only part the public gets to see. The other side, is one where no one should ever step foot in, the scenes of death, destruction, the screams of pain and begging of those to have mercy. That's my life, I've never experienced the thrill of being chased across a winding scenic highway, I've never experienced the pleasures if seducing the villains right hand woman, but I am a spy. I am the sweeper agent, the one who does the wet work. I am trained to kill or be killed. I do the dirty work for the spy, I clean up those who have seen the secrets of our work. What spies deal in information, I deal in death. I no longer have the innocence of a spy, nor that of an undercover agent, for I have been called the agent of death. My own agency fears me, knowing that if I leave, no one is safe. Who am I? I no longer know, I have been shaped by the traumas of my past, and old monikers that once were my name can no longer be applied. I was once agent 008, but that number has been stripped from me. I go by nothing now, and even the name that has been assigned to me is merely a camouflage for my job. My partner fears for me, commenting that I have fallen into a spiral of insanity. Little does he know, I have fallen into that path far before we even became partners. But I can never tell him that, for my past work has rendered my mute, but only to a point. I refuse to give away any information that might cause any bonding between us. I am someone you don't want to get close to. I am the Grey Agent, and if you fear, you fear me. You must of heard of me, no one hasn't. But don't worry, if you're not on my list, consider yourself safe, for now. But if you are, I will find you, and my bullet will be last thing you'll see. Be wary of me, for no barrier will stop me, not even death.