Chapter 1.
I was in my car on my way back to Bakersfield. My hands throbbed from what I had put them through, and my veins were tingling with adrenaline. Needless to say it was difficult to sit still. This is how I felt most of the time. Restless. I was always on the move, always with a purpose. I always knew what I wanted. I guess you could say I was a nomad. I never had an actual home, and that kind of comes with the territory. I'm always moving. That's just one of the perks of being a spy.
That's right. I'm a spy. Most people think, when they hear that someone's a spy, "you're a spy? Really! that's awesome!" but that's only because they don't know what spies go through. All the people on the outside see it the glamour, and adventure, of being a spy. You get to travel places, and fight bad guys. Yeah, sure, people feel good about being a spy; If they do their job right. One danger of being a spy is messing up. If you mess up, it could cost you either your life, or a friends life. So that's one risk you have to take when you sign up for this.
People never think about what could happen. They only think about the good things. They never stop, think, and actually consider the risks they'll have to take. Being a spy is made of risks. Every move you make, you can be sure about it, but if you falter once, you can lose your best friend. That's not something you want to go through. Especially knowing it was your own fault. Always thinking about how you were there, you could've done something, anything, to save them. Pushed her out of the way, or tackled the guy that killed her, right before.
But no matter what you know you could've done, there's nothing that can change the past. Being a spy isn't all its made up to be. Most things never are.
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To be a spy, you have to go through years of training. Physical, and mental. You need to make your body stronger, make your mind able to handle chaotic situations calmly. And never panic. You need to build up your endurance, most of all. And your stealth. You need to never be seen, but always see everything. Piece of cake, right? (note the sarcasm thank you.) If you get caught skulking around someone's back yard, that could end badly, and distract you. Which will make you lose sight of your target.
You need to be focused, confident, silent; Perfect. You can't mess up.
I pulled in to HQ, parked, and got in the elevator. I walked in, hit the button, and pulled on my black leather jacket( I know its cliché,) As the door opened I pulled my hair out from my jacket. I dropped my hands and walked up to Jasper. He had his hands folded on his desk, and his blonde hair fell into his ice blue eyes. I put my hands on my hips and stated. "It's done." He looked up at me with a hint of amusement at my stance.
"Good, Bella, very good." He smiled.
His eyes flicked up and down my stance again, "I take it everything went….well?" He smirked. "Oh, shut it Jasper. You know I'm just restless." I shifted my stance again. I crossed my arms and cocked a hip, putting all my weight on my left foot. I smirked back at him. Jasper and I had good relationship. He was my best friend, and I thought of him as my brother. So, naturally, we bantered like brother and sister all the time. But it was just play. We've only ever gotten into one actual fight. And that was when he was my sparring partner. I'm very proud to say, that I pinned my boss in a matter of minutes.
"Restless, are you? Well, the days almost done, how about I close up and we go out for a night?" He asked, I totally deflated. Literally. My arms fell to my sides and I put my weight on both feet and slumped forward. "Oh, Jazz, that would be great. I need a night out." He laughed at my posture and began to stand up, grabbing his keys out of his desk and tossing them to me. I knew the routine. I was, after all, VP.
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After I locked up and we went out to the car, instead of him driving, I did. Well, it's not like I gave him a chance. I hopped into the drivers seat of the Dodge Charger, and he hopped into the passenger seat. This is my dream car, even if it isn't, my car. This version is supposed to be mine, but Jasper doesn't want to give it to me yet. But I am in love with this car, its midnight blue with tinted windows and ice blue rims. It's MY car. I loved the way it glided along the road, seeming effortless. Turning with the lightest twitch of the wheel. I had to have this car.
"Jasper, why won't you give me this car yet?" My reasoning was that he thought I wasn't ready, he was waiting for me to prove myself in some kind of weirdo test or something, but no, his reasoning, was quite the opposite. "Oh, no reason, I just love seeing the want in your eyes when you drive the car." He smirked. My mouth dropped and I let go of the wheel with one hand, and slapped his arm with it.
"Jazz! That's so not fair. You know how much I like this car!" I complained. "I know," he chuckled, "that's why I tease you with it." His grin was huge, and took over half his face. My mouth dropped open as he continued to laugh. Just you wait, Jasper. I thought. your in for a surprise when we get out. I smirked; Jasper, too busy laughing, never noticed that I was to quiet. I was thinking. Imagining. Imaging what, you ask?
You'll have to wait and see.
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okay, again, this is a short chapter, but I felt this was the way to end this chapter. I alredy have an idea for future chapters, and just so you know. I know where this story is going, im just having trouble trying to get it in that direction. Im honestly starting to think I might like this story better than I like Curiosity Killed the Cat, even though I was writing that first. :D haha, review please! tell me what you think. And criticize if you want. J
