Tears made their tracks noiselessly down my face and I did not wipe them off. After all, this was the start. More tears would follow and I would have no strength left to wipe them. For the first time in my life, I felt sacred. Not scared for me, the daughter of General Charlie M. The head and chief of the T.S. Spy only organization of spies around the whole world that stood up for the right and fought against the wrong.

From the start, I never had a normal life. I was under protection 24/7.I was my convenience, a whole theme park had been constructed in our mansion boundary. I had never associated myself much with "the outsiders". My best friend Renee was my number one bodyguard. There was no photograph of mine in which at least two body guards weren't standing alert. Some may consider me lucky but I hated this life. I wanted to be…normal. Like the other girls. To hang out with normal people and go out to places. To stay alone when I wanted. To experience danger, adrenaline.

No such luck yet.

I turned my head around to catch a last glimpse of my home. Of my mom Rosalie, standing tear faced with one hand raised in goodbye. I gave her a watery smile which she didn't return instantly. I felt overprotective of her. What would she do, when I wasn't there to give her company? She hadn't met dad for nine years and I was all she had. All she really needed. I was scared, but not for me. That was a good thing, my mom always said. A good habit. Caring for others first. But I hated this habit right now.

I hated the world, and especially the E.C: Enemy Clan. I had only learned about the reason of my departure this morning. After persuading mom about a zillion times, she finally told me. The E.C, the biggest enemy and threat to the T.S.O had asked for the blueprints of the new secret headquarters to be handed over. Obviously, they had refused. They then had threatened to have me kidnapped for an exchange. I was now being moved from my home to the T.S.O.E.C: The Spy Organizations Educational , the children of the spy families were admitted for learning spy duties and for protection in case of threats. Three bullet proof cares drove behind my jeep. Three were in front a four were on the sides. My own car had a special communication system and four bodyguards.

I was trapped.