Did it ever occur to you that this is all a game? That one day, someone will end it and that will be that. Did it ever occur to you that maybe you are not the Queen, but the lowly pawn?

The streets of Amsterdam were almost empty as I strolled down the narrow pathways. The trees were blossoming, and the slight breeze caused beautiful pink petals to fall on my shoulders. Everyone around us spoke something other than English, yet I could still understand every word they said perfectly. My partner could too of course. Being trained to be spies and assassins from the minute you could walk would do that to you.

I was hyper aware of everything going on around me. From the way that older man would grab his elderly wife's hands and whisper sweet words, to the way children ran around the streets, giggling with glee and innocence. Just the thought of children brought a slight pang to my heart. But I shook it away before I thought anything of it.

Being so aware also meant that I noticed the way our target would tap his foot against the uneven bricks and looked around inconspicuously. Any normal people would have taken no notice to this. But we were anything but ordinary.

We shared a knowing look, before he squeezed my hand. I quickly walked in the direction of our target. He was sitting on the bench we knew he would be on all along. I made my way to him and sat right next to him. Immediately, he looked over at me with alarm, but his features softened when he saw who I was.

"You are a very beautiful woman, if I may say so." He spoke with a heavily accented voice. I made sure to widen my eyes slightly in surprise before responding.

"Thank you. I get that a lot, but it feels… more intimate… coming from you. You yourself are quite the handsome man." I made sure my voice sounded sweet yet seductive, slightly sweeter and innocent than the one I use with Zach. His palms became slightly sweaty, and I was sure he was having trouble controlling himself. He gaped at me before raking his cold eyes up and down my body, licking his lips while doing so.

"In fact, why don't we head back to my house for a little while? If you don't mind." I finished with a suggestive smile while standing up, straightening my skirt, and holding my arm out. I led him away from the crowds and into a dark alley way, where I knew my partner would be waiting in the shadows. It was pretty obvious as I led him through it that I had successfully honey potted him.

As we reached a small alcove, where I knew my partner would be waiting, I let go of his hand. The next thing I knew, a bullet was through his head and he was dead on the ground, a puddle of dark blood pooling from him.

We disappeared before the crowds gathered around.


"So, babe, looks like we having the next two weeks to ourselves." Zach called from the other side of the room as I slipped off my heels and dress and changed into sweats and a sports bra.

"Yup. Two weeks of putting up with you. Great." Sarcasm dripped from my voice as I joked with him.

"Geez, Gallagher Girl. Way to crush a man's heart." He came from behind me and wrapped his arms around my bare waist.

"You're welcome," I whispered in his ear. He growled and we fell back onto our bed, limbs entangled. We laid there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Zach softly said,

"That guy was so jealous of me. I bet his last thoughts were, 'Damn, how did this insanely hot guy end up with such a beautiful girl? I wish I was him right now.'" I turned around so that I was laying on him.

"Ugh please don't remind me. He was checking out my butt the entire time!" I let out a heavy sigh.

"Well, you do have a pretty nice ass." I could see the infamous smirk starting to form, so I quickly hit his arm and delivered the Morgan glare. Which he was immune to.

"What? I'm your long term boyfriend, so I can say that!" I rolled my eyes and gave up. We fell into silence again, enjoying each other's presence.

"Can I still get some tonight?" And the perfect moment was ruined.


Why airports are always so busy confounds me. It's like nobody is happy where they are, so the want to fly away. I voiced my opinions to Zach as we parked the rental car and got into the one issued to us by the C.I.A.

"Just be happy we didn't have to go through security and got good seats. Otherwise, it sucks." Zach put a comforting arm around me as we pulled onto the high way.

I was ready to go back to our home. I needed the stability I hadn't had since my sophomore year of high school. I knew it was foolish, because no matter what I would never have that sense of security again. But I hoped.

"Are you nervous to see your mom?" Zach asked, concern lacing his voice. I looked at his gorgeous face and lightly shrugged before turning back to look out the trees flying by. To be honest, I was nervous. I hadn't seen my mother since the night of graduation, much less talked to her. Ever since what she did, I had no desire to see her again. Even after two years of space, I wasn't ready to confront her. Looking at the pine trees fly by, with my hand in Zach's, I couldn't help but wonder if I ever would be.

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