A/N: So another story from me, I guess I don't have enough already on my plate.

Oh yeah, by the way...IT'S MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY! I'M FREAKING 16, WOOT!

..That is all.

My name is Haley Thompson. Code-name "Miss Murder". I am one of the elite members of the Office of Strategic Services unit attached to the 36th Infantry Division. Beginning in 1941, when America entered the war, I've been apart of several secret operations. All the way from Japan to Europe. I've done everything from Code breaking, to guerilla fighting, to just plain spying on the enemy.

I shot my first bullet when I was six, and killed my first deer when I was seven. I grew up in a small town in rural Louisiana. Though, I have managed to not catch the southern accent too much, but I tend to whip out a Drawl when I'm pissed.

I've known french my whole life. I learned German when I was eleven. And Russian when I was thirteen. All from tutors that my father hired. I grew up in a middle class family, with two older brothers and two younger brothers with one baby sister. Putting me right smack dab in the middle.

My father, David, is a Lieutenant Colonel in the army. My mother, Penelope, was a dressmaker when I was still a baby, but then stayed home when my littlest brother, Frankie, was born. My parents barely paid any attention to my little brother, Rob or me. The two older ones, Bill and Tommy, were already moved out and married with kids. Dad is never home, and mom is always taking care of Frankie and/or Nicole. So that leaves two, unsupervised children to do what ever the hell they wanted.

I would usually run into town to either A) Read or B) Cause trouble. Sometimes both.

See, we didn't have the nicest of girls in Sunshine, Louisiana. And when you grow up with two older brothers, you learn to fight, quickly.

Most of the fights were between my sworn enemy for life, Hayden Desuir. She would start off by making fun of my pigtails. Then I would fire back that she was only extremely insecure about her hair that she dared to make fun of me. Then she would fire back with a, and I quote, "Well...Well, you have a fat head."

Then I would lose my temper, and charge at her like a bull, dropkicking her into next week. And I'm not that big of a girl, so I don't understand where I packed all of that strength.

I didn't have too many friends, since I attended a Prep school in Baton Rouge on a full scholarship, except for my best friend since my Sunshine Grammar school days, Rosie Stuart. And I was well liked by most of the adults in town, well except for the sheriff.

But on December 7th, the Japanese attacked America, Dragging us into the war. My father was home for once, on that day. As soon as he turned on that radio, and heard the news report, the phone rang. He had to leave again.

I haven't seen him since that day.

My older brothers volunteered for the army, Bill went to 6th Armored Division and Tommy went to the Airborne. But that same day, Rosie and me were in town, reading the paper. There was a coded message game in that paper, and I figured it out in two minutes. A man was watching from the table behind us, and was baffled. As it turns out, the man was a recruiter for the OSS and he was looking for good code decrypters. And he wanted me to join up.

I turned him down at first, since I thought this OSS was a joke or something. But when he told me how much it paid, I was running for the sign up sheet. Forty extra dollars a month for mom.

I had to leave that next week. So, I kept it under wraps from Mom, and stopped going to school. I told Rosie and Rob goodbye. And the day I had to leave, I left a note for my mom explaining everything about the forty extra dollars and me leaving for the next few years.

I was expecting her to come chasing after me, but I wasn't counting on it.

They sent me to basic training, in North Carolina for three months. Then to Georgia for another four months. Then I was shipped off to France, where I stayed with members of the Free French Intelligence. I've worked with men and women, but mostly women since they're less suspicious.

In the past four years, I've killed about 100 men and taken 30 prisoners. I've even had a warrant out for my arrest in Germany. And all of this before I turned eighteen.

But for the past couple of days, I've been given a two-week pass to London. I've decided to visit my brother Tommy in Aldbourne, since I haven't seen him since 1941 either.

That's when I met him. He was the first man I had the urge to kill and kiss at the same time.

His first words to me were, "Hey, you're not from around here are you?"

I gave him a glare from my royal blue eyes, and continued to walk towards the Barracks where my brother told me to meet him.

"So what are you doing going over to the Dog company side?"

Finally, I turned to him, placing my hands on my hips, "You just don't give up, do you?"

"Not really," He smirked, I continued to walk to my brothers barracks. He jumped in front of me, walking backwards, "My name is Leorge Guz...I mean George Luz." He said, extending a hand. I started at it, and continued to walk. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

I continued to walk, "My mama taught me not to talk to strangers."

"Stranger, I'm no strang--" He was cut off, by tripping over a tent spoke. I laughed, and so did the men occupying the tent. I finally reached the tent where my brother was at, but not until I took one last glance down the road. He was still struggling to get up, and no one was in any hurry to help him out. I chuckled lightly under my breath, and then caught it in my throat. Right from the get go, I can tell this is going to turn out bad.

Ohhh, so I am hoping that you kids review this story and tell me how much you like it or hate it.