Kim Possible: Russia's Finest
Chapter 1: Not So Cold
(Hello everyone out there. This is my first take on a Russian agent. Please be kind and review)
There are special soldiers out there. They do not wear military uniforms, and blend in anywhere they are stationed at. They do special tasks from information gathering to the apprehension of dangerous targets. I am one of those soldiers. If you are on my list of targets, the best advice I can give to you is to run. I am the 'White Fox'. I am an agent.
As a spy, I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. I maybe a spy, but I am not an assassin. I tend to stay away from bloodshed, and use my fists, my grace, and my wit to get my tasks done. I was going to need all of those for the most important assignment in my career, and my age played a major factor in this mission. I am going to high school.
I am sixteen years old. I know, hard to believe I am in this career field. I have been trained since the time I could first walk to be a spy. My training was harsh, but it prepared me. A scar from a knife that runs from the corner of my left eye to the lower part of my jaw is a reminder of my foolishness. Most ask about it. I just say that it is a birth mark.
Most of the time I do my work at night. I have a special suit for my work. A sleeveless halter-top black leather suit with a ring pull zipper in front. The suit is one piece with three inch block heels and steel toes. It is tight-fitted to my frame, and actually very comfortable. Little did I know that I was being watched. Not by my own agency, but someone else
"You're not much of a talker, are you?" she asked,
"I speak only when it is necessary," I replied, not looking at her,
"C'mon don't give me the cold shoulder," She said back,
"Humph," I lightly huffed back at her, only quickly glancing at her,
I knew that voice. She sounds rather pleasant. I turned to face her. If I could call her a friend I would, "Love that suit, can I get the address of your tailor?" She joked, but I was laughing on the inside, "hey now smile, I'm trying to lighten the mood here," she added, and convinced me to giggle a bit, "there we go, see? We're already making progress"
A good attributes to have as a spy to be, well, pretty. This one seems to have that quality, as Americans say, in spades. Her hair is the color of fire, and her eyes like emeralds to my sapphires, "My usual partner went to bed early, so I guess you'll have to do," she said, and held out a hand to me to shake, "this would've been better at school, I'm Kim,"
"Not very wise of you to tell me your name, you never know who else is listening in," I replied, but seeing that no one is in the area, I shook her head to be polite, "just call me 'Fox'," a Russian and an American working together. Fifty years ago, such a thing would be considered unheard of, and I would be in prison for treason. How times do change.
I have not heard from my agency as of lately on any targets in the area, but my curiosity made me wonder what this American is made of in terms of her skills. It seemed Kim was on the page as me, and she attacked. I blocked her every fist and kick that came my way, and she pinned me on the defensive. She seemed to smile in approval of my skill.
"You're good," said Kim as she avoided my back handspring kick,
"Not so bad yourself," I replied, seeing her on top of a water tower,
"Don't take it personally, I just wanted to see what you can do," Kim replied,
"Nothing personal indeed," I replied, this young lady is the rock in the boot of every scoundrel with a plan for world domination. I made my leave that night to the safehouse as assigned to me. As I changed out of my leather suit behind the shades and closed doors, I found myself thinking things are going to start getting...interesting to say the least.
There is an ugly side to my work. Unlike Kim, my job sometimes involves taking a life. Most of those lives I have taken are on accident or said villain is done in by their own work. I recall incident where I was chasing down an informant to a construction site. She tripped over a steel beam, and fell. The last thing I heard was a scream and a crunch.
The scream came after she hit the ground. That steel beam landed right on her face, and finished her. It was the reddest blood I had ever seen, splattered and pooled around her blue jeans and t-shirt. I even cautioned her to mind the ledge. It took me a while to get over it, and get back to work. It pains me when some villains do not listen to reason.
Through it all, there is one thing I have never had that I wish for more than anything else. As an agent, I work alone and I live alone. I look out for myself, and my partner should I be assigned one. all my life, I have been trained and forged with experience as an agent. I look at others around, and I know what missing in my life. I want a family.
(Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed chapter 1. Hopefully I can come up with more adventures in the future.)
