Chapter One:
"I hope you understand why I am doing this, Miranda. We're running out of agents-" The orange haired woman cut Malory off. "Yeah, yeah. They're being killed. It's not my fault they can't turn their personal phones off." Malory rolled her eyes, setting her drink down. "Not every agent has two phones, Miranda." She replied. Miranda glanced at her. "But we should." She retorted. Malory nodded, pulling out a file. "This is your last mission on your own. There have been some assassination attempts in Sweden on the Princesses, Victoria and Madeline. I want you to go there and remove the threat immediately. And be quick about it too. I'll be getting more missions soon and I'll need you here." Miranda picked the file up, opening it as she walked out of Malory's office. Malory stood in front of the large window, looking over the city as the stars above shone through the night. A smile smirk appeared on her face before she took another drink.
"Protect my Daughters with your life." The man finished, two beautiful young woman standing behind them. All three stood up straight, noses in the air, whereas Miranda stood leaning to her right and her arms crossed. Having heard this speech multiple times before. "Yes, I'll be more than happy to." She lied smoothly. He nodded, having a servant guide her to her guest room.
Few Days Later
(Miranda's P.o.V)
I peered through the scope, seeing yet another man in a black suit with a pin of the German flag being shown on his suit jacket pocket. "Why would Germany be trying to assassinate a Swedish Princess? They've been neutral countries for so long…." I muttered to myself before pulling the trigger. That was the fifth man I shot, which means I only got three more to find. I walked back down to the dining hall, my gun carelessly hanging off my hip. "You stupid agent." I heard a female German accent, making me look behind me. "Oh?" I fully turned. "This is an interesting turn of events." I stated. The maid sneered at me. "ISIS agents. Hmph. Pathetic." A man said from behind her. There were two men. Both having the German flag… Great. Three in one. "I'm assuming you're the one running this whole organization." I said, walking closer. The two men stepped closer, glaring at me. "Stop where you are." They demanded. I smirked at them, before obeying. "May I ask why, though?" I asked her. She just scoffed, folding her arms. "That Victoria slut. She took my brother away from me. Made him fall in love with her." I raised an eyebrow. "That's a problem how?" I was confused, yet had a few ideas going through my mind. "He's Mine!" She yelled at me. I made a face of disgust. "Ew, no. God, no. No no no no no. Did I mention, No?!" I exclaimed. She glared at me. "Whatever. I love him. That's all that matters. I wont let anyone get in my way, not even a pathetic little weasel like you." She spat. I smirked, moving my hands down to my pocket. The men' guns clicked, trying to seem more threatening. "Hey, Just one second. Calm down, I need to grab something." They looked confused…. I pulled out the smoke grenade and took off the pick, throwing it in front of me. I heard the woman yelling in German, I could hardly catch the words since I ended up getting shot at. Of course they had no clue where I was exactly. But I knew where they were. I shoot three times and all movement ceased… The smoke finally cleared, and I looked to see three bodies. I head a gasp from behind. "You killed our maid!" There was a screech. I turned, glaring at the man. "Okay, now that my job is done, I don't have to put up with you and your arrogance. The threat was removed. And I'd tell your daughter to be careful with her boyfriend. He's not who she thinks he is." I stated, going back to my room and grabbing my pack.
One Day Later
"That was fast." Malory said, seeing me walk into her office. I smirked. "Of course. You ask, I give." I said as I sat in the leather seat before her. "So, I you've got a few days off. It seems that the other agents took on the other missions. I'll call you if anything happens before Thursday." She dismissed me.
"I'm home!" I called to no one. I walked into my expensive apartment, locking the door behind me. I had one camera in each room. First thing I usually do on my days off is sleep. So of course I eat a quick dinner, which is a cup of microwavable Ramen, then walk into my dark blue bedroom. It had a large vanity to the left, a black door that led into a masterbath. My bed was queen sized and had a black silk blanket lazily thrown on it. My white pillows were slightly shuffled and misplaced. To my right was a large window and a door that led to a patio, which had a hot tub and a dinning set on it. I walked into my bathroom, and started stripping myself of my weapons. I grabbed a drawer handle before turning it to face up and down. The wall in my shower was pulled back, making a slightly loud sound as though I were moving furniture and it scrapped along the floor. Inside was a blue light. I walked in, weapons in hand. It was an armory. I placed my weapons in their correct spots before going out and turning the drawer handle to it's original pose. I stripped myself of my clothes this time. My black jacket dropping to the floor, my dark red t-shirt following. I unclipped my black bra and let it fall off my shoulders before pulling down my skin tight jeans and kick them to the corner. Leaving me in my basic black panties. I took those off as well. I walked to my bath and turned the nob. It was always hotter than most people would prefer, from what I've learned. Which is why my past boyfriends never really took showers unless it was me who joined them. I sat on the ledge, my knee propped up, my chin resting on it as I thought.
I laid down in my comfortable soft bed, my hair blown dry yet still not brushed so it was thrown all over the pillows. I was wearing a different set of underwear, and a red tank top. My usual sleepwear. I stared up at the ceiling…
I never get much sleep. I always think too much, even though there isn't much in my life to think about. I have no family. No friends. Nothing but my job...