I am an assassin.
Cold, and untouchable. I don't let people in, and I don't let myself love anything or anyone. The only thing that can come out of love is destruction.
I am a sixteen year old girl.
The youngest assassin known to date, and the most effective. I might be young, I might be a girl, but I am never one you should underestimate in the slightest.
The codename's Chameleon, and chances are, if you're reading this, you have heard of me. I am the devil, they say. I am the ghost, they say. I am neither. I am the Chameleon, the best assassin in the CIA, and this is the story of my latest mission.
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I was in the training room at the CIA. Deep underground, it is not known of by most CIA operatives. It is my private training room. It has seventeen entrances and exists, spaced in odd places around the room that are guarded with the highest form of the newest security system used by the CIA, which is usually tampered with by me to get the perfect settings. There is only one access within the CIA building, an elevator that you need a keycard, my blood, my fingerprints, an eye-scanner, and a voice activator. It has codings on it that one must use in order to ascend, ones that not even the best techies at the CIA can solve.
I was throwing knives when the comms unit in my ear crackled with static and the directors voice began talking. I had known the director personally for a very long time, something that not many people knew, because anything related to me is classified.
"Chameleon, you are to report to my office in five minutes exactly." I hurled the last three knives at the argot all at the same time, and stayed only long enough to see them all hit their intended targets, brain, heart, and throat, before sprinting towards the elevator. As I waited for the elevator to make it to the directors office (it had a direct connection) I tied up my dirty blonde hair into a tight pony tail on the top of my head. The elevator made it to the directors floor in less than a minute and I checked to make sure all of my weapons were still on my person. I grabbed my ID from my front jacket pocket and flashed it at the door, and it allowed my immediate access.
I walked down the long hallway towards the large glass doors and checked my internal clock. Two seconds left. I let the two seconds pass before crisply knocking on the glass door.
"Come in!" I walked through the doors and glanced around the office, as was habit for someone of my job. I heard a chuckle from the end of the room the director was sitting in. I looked at him sharply. "There's no need to look for threats Chameleon. I assure you my office is more secure than anywhere else in this building, other than your training gym of course."
"It's been a while, Joe." I said, walking over to the plush seats in front of his chair.
"It's been to long." He replied, holding out a hand. I grabbed the hand in an attempt to shake it before he pulled me into a hug. I stiffened slightly, but then relaxed. He was one of two people in the world that could hug me like this, himself and my aunt. "I missed you Cam." He whispered into my shoulder.
"I missed you too Joe." I said, pulling myself back from the hug and lowering myself into one of the two chairs that sat across from each other. He sat in the other chair and firmly clasped his hands. "So what do you have for me this time?" I asked.
"I have a new mission, that has never been attempted before, not even by you. It's something that you won't enjoy doing, but I am requiring this of you."
"Is it really something so bad that not even I will act on it?"
"It is not bad, per say, just new, and something rather peculiar for the likes of you and your job."
"I'm intrigued." I said, leaning forward in my seat slightly.
"I want you to take off a year, and instead of doing missions, go to Gallagher."
"Gallagher the school? As in, Gallagher the spy school? Why would I go there, and especially why now, at this particular time?" I was more surprised than anything.
"Gallagher is having an exchange with Blackthorne this year. The boys will be staying for the entirety of the year, and I want you to be there to see that it runs smoothly. Having the assassins," I snorted at this, the boys were not even close to assassins, "with the spies is an interesting idea for the board, but they want to ale sure that it runs smoothly." I looked in his eyes and detected something.
"There's something else as well, isn't there?"
"Yes," he added guiltily, "The board think that the Chameleon is too harsh, and they want you to have more humanity. They're hoping you'll make friends and links within the school so that you won't be as sharp." I glared at the wall, and then sighed, looking at the ceiling.
"Of course they want me to. I guess I'm fine with going. I'm going sort of undercover correct? At least to the point where they won't know that I'm the Chameleon?"
"They will have no idea about your code name or who you are, or anything pertaining to your background. They will know your actual name though. You can't hide that."
"Grr. Fine. When am I going in?"
"The semester starts on Thursday. I will also be sort of undercover in the school as their cove ops teacher. I taught there last year, and I will be going back."
"I'll make an entrance in the grand hall on time. You might not see me until then."
"Sounds good Chameleon." I winked at him and walked out, ready to start my short career at Gallagher.
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