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Chapter four
Who I Really Am
I looked at the innocent sole I had my gun pointed at, I could see the fear in her eyes. And then I caught a wave of emotions, she was sure her life was ending now. She hated herself for taking my deal, but she knew this would have happened one way or another. So she braced herself.
Right now I have a choice, I can either kill the poor sole in front of me or fulfill my promise made only seconds ago. I have trained all my life to do exactly this. Because I'm on a mission too, my mission is to bring Cameron Morgan back to the Circle of Caravan's headquarters. She is my mission; I have been hired by the Circle to retrieve her because I have never failed to complete a mission yet. How could I possibly let her manipulate me to do this, why now am I finally feeling guilt, its never happened before why is it happening now.
I use to work for the CIA but they fired me, they told me I was of no use to them. I was of no use because they never put me out there; they never let me prove myself to them. So I decided if they wouldn't use me the Circle would. So I would do odd jobs that helped me prove myself worthy, but I wouldn't let myself be on there team permanently, so they hire me for special jobs they don't want to risk their own men on. I have never failed once, but now I doubt my abilities. If I fail this mission I'm dead, but if I achieve this mission then I'm a human being that deserves to be dead. What will I do if I don't or do succeed; I'll either be put in jail, dead, or have to go into hiding. Why should that matter though, I have no husband, no kids, I don't even have any parents or siblings, I'm the last of my kind, and maybe the world would be better if we died off.
It's been about 15 seconds, I still have my gun inches away from her face, and then in one swift motion, I pulled the trigger. I watched Cammie's mouth drop. As she examined herself, she looked at me with a look of pure disbelief on her face. Then she looked behind her to see a man dressed in all black lying on the ground dead. She looked at me once again, and then pointed behind my left shoulder. I turned quickly on my heels to see another man in all black coming up to me with a gun posed at my chest. This time I could make out the Circles emblem on his shirt and knew he had to die now, before they could bring the information back to Catherine. My gun poised at his chest and his poised at mine.
"Drop the weapon!" the man in black shouted before he realized who I am. I put down my gun and kicked it behind me so neither him nor I could get to it. Then he stepped closer and realized just who I am.
"What are you doing!" he shouted "That was a member of the circle you just shot!"
"I know." I said defiantly as I pulled a knife out of my shoe and threw it right at his chest. A gun shot went off. I moved I ducked out of the way, but was not fast enough to avoid the bullet hitting my right shoulder.
"Are you alright." I demanded.
"What was that!?" she screamed "Who are you!"
"Fine" I said "I already will have to erase your memories I might as well let you know to shut you up!" I said slowly getting angrier. I have just lost my reputation because of her.
"Please! Do tell!" She shouted at me.
"I, am being h-hired by the circle to, to kidnap you." I forced out of my mouth. She was about to say something when I cut her off.
"But, I'm not going to." I said "You are such I little brat that you made me to go against everything I've ever trained for, you made me lose my perfect reputation! Just to make sure the circle doesn't get you this summer. If they find out about this I am as good as dead. But that's probably a good thing."
"I was gonna say thank you, for doing the better thing." she said to me after a while. "Does that still mean you'll help me?"
"I'll still help you." I replied shortly, still angry at myself for not letting those men take her away moments ago, but than hating myself for letting me think that. Then searing pain ran through very ounce of my shoulder. I let out a surprised gasp of pain. My shoulder was bleeding heavily as I walked towards the nearest town. I need something to stop the bleeding and soon. Cammie got up and followed me without asking anymore questions until we got to the town. I grabbed a shirt and went into the nearest rest room. I studied myself in the mirror, I looked horrible. Apart from my blood-stained New Mexico tee-shirt, my face was extremely pale; (probably from lack of blood) my hair was half blond half black, because all the sweat washed it off. My face is stained with ink, and blood. Then I ripped the sleeve off my shirt to find a whole section of my skin had been ripped off of my shoulder when I cleaned the blood off of it. I bandaged up my wounded shoulder with the shirt I had just stolen, even though I hate stealing. Then we went to the nearest hotel for the night.
When we got in the hotel it was not much different than the other one she had stayed at, nevertheless it was able to suit our purposes. We walked in, Cammie automatically turned and locked the door behind us and searched the room.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, so deranged from tiredness, pain, and severe lack of blood that I was oblivious to whatever she was doing.
"I'm checking for bugs." She said in a low whisper. When she had finished checking for bugs I had already fell asleep in the armchair in the room, so I wouldn't hurt my shoulder by trying to sleep on it.
When I woke up I found Cammie sleeping in her bed. I waited a while then woke her up. She was still very groggy but she went to her backpack and pulled out 3 guns, and one knife.
"Where did you get those!" I said looking at her as if she were insane.
"I went back to the men you killed last night and brought you back your gun, and knife, and their guns." She said obviously delighted that she had done so without my noticing.
"That was a STUPID thing to do!" I yelled as I put the knife back in my shoe and the gun back in my hidden pocket of my broom skirt I bought yesterday. "The first thing we have to do today is get out of this country! Our location was given away yesterday we cant stay here long!"
"Ok, but were are we going?" she asked.
"Italy" I answered.
