Hello again it been awhile. I'd like to first thank you for sticking around for so long, your support even while I was MIA is amazing. Second I'd like to apologise for, and explain, my absence. I have been struggling for the past 2 year with depression. So thank you for sticking around and reading this if you did. Your all amazing and deserve a better than an about two year interval between chapters. Also the excitement someone showed, messaging me about how happy they are I returned is rely uplifting and inspiring. And to those who messaged me for during my absence thank you. I was planning on deleting these stories and starting over but upon seeing the people still interested gave me the inspiration to continue. You guys are the hero's and deserve all the credit that this will be continuing. So thank you everyone I hope this will be something special.
Now on to something more important I am editing changing and updating my works. So you'll see some changes for the better hopefully. Don't worry its not going to change drastically I'm mostly correcting spelling, grammar and fine-tuning plot points. I'm also combining shorter chapters to make them longer so the story might shrink. But there will be updates to make up for that.
So with out further ado here is the updated first chapter of Gender bender.
It was a rainy day in New York City, though that did nothing to deter the bustle of the cities inhabitants. People rushed from one place to another trying to stay dry as the wind blows, making umbrellas ineffective. Watching the commotion was a young woman sitting in a café sipping her tea.
The woman was Emily Callen, a 20 year old with blond hair in a braid the went just past her shoulders. She was short standing a 5'3 with a round face making her look younger than she was. Her doe shaped, ice blue eyes observed the people around her looking for someone in particular. The truth was she was a British agent with the A.N.I.A. (The All Nations Inclusion Agency) here to meet with a team from the American branch. The meeting was due to a rouge agent that they had been tracing for months trying to recover stolen data. They had hoped that the agent would contact the agency with demands, but had no such luck. Then an American team the one she was meeting said they had information regarding the rouge. So they had decided, in order to prevent a leak, to send an agent to meet with them.
Emily was currently waiting for a particular person, a women by the name of Lt. Mary Kowalska. Emily had little information about the agent other than a phrase, and a basic description. It was a ridiculous phrase but it would work. So she waited and waited and now they're an hour late, that's good. Emily fought a groan she prayed to God that the meet wasn't compromised. She would have been contacted if it was, so it was most likely traffic, this is New York City after all.
She herd the bell ring signifying some one entering the café. Emily used her phone like a mirror to check to see who it was. A man dressed almost completely in red except the black shirt he was wearing under his red leather jacket. Well whatever floats your boat. This most defiantly wasn't her contact but something about him set off alarm bells. Maybe it was just his weird idea of fashion that made him look like a henchman, but he was just radiating suspicion. God he doesn't even look good in red. The man walked up behind her, and she forced her self to relax.
'Pleas just be a creep who wants to flirt, I can deal with a creep who wants to flirt!' Emily thought trying to keep her face neutral. She felt something that was very obviously a knife pressed into her back.
"Don't panic or try anything funny girl." He growled out quietly. "I 'ave orders to capture you brit. The Doc wants to see you, you should feel honored."
He lets out a low laugh, "Though I must admit I thought you'd be older. Oh well make my job easier."
He was under estimating her, a mistake he won't make twice. Emily reaches behind her grabbing the hand with the knife and elbowing the man in the gut with her free arm. Standing up she twists the hand with knife making him drop it , she than twists the arm behind his back and pins him to the counter.
"If you struggle tour arm will break." Emily hisses in his ear. The few people who were in the shop have run out into the street screaming for help, the kid behind the counter seemed panicked and had frozen in his spot.
"Let go of me you b-" He was out cold before he could finish his sentence, Emily let him fall to the floor with a satisfying thud.
"Sorry for the mess." She said, handing him a 100 dollar bill. "For your trouble."
And there was trouble, as the police showed up due to multiple panicked 911 calls about the situation. It took showing her badge and a lot of talking in order to be allowed to leave. A hour had passed by the time she was finally able to get a cab. She was glad that she managed to get a text to her handler before the cops showed up, so she had the location of the new meet.
Once the cab was moving with her in the back she allowed her mind to wander, reanalyzing the encounter. Who was that guy, and who was the "Doc" that wanted to see her? Was it the rouge agent? She doubted it but, who else would, unless he had a partner. This thought caused her to frown if that was true than this was worse then originally thought.
Emily let out an annoyed huff as the rain began to lighten up. The weather might be getting better but her day was not.
Another Thing I'm planning on changing the name of this story how ever I want it to be readers choice so comment names you want and I will choose my favourites then I'll have a poll up on my profile.
And for anyone wondering about my agency My thought is the UN created it for international co-operation every nation in the UN has a branch. I need to fine tune it a bit but this is the most basic explanation
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