Secret Sister

by Helen Nurse

Agent 5693 is a woman known to the world of espionage as Des. She only takes orders from the secret head of MI 5, and has two younger siblings. She was trained her entire life to be a spy and assassin. But when a missile hits a building she was near in Kabul, she is rescued by an army surgeon and her legs saved. When she wants to locate him again, the head of MI 5 tries to stop her

2. Chapter 2

When she awoke, she kept her eyes shut to listen to who were around her. She heard the groans of men along with the bustle of doctors and nurses. She opened her eyes, and found herself in a hospital bed, in a curtained section. she sat up, and threw the blanket off her legs and sighed with relief. The surgeon who'd repaired her legs had done a good job while she was out. She saw her jacket was hung on the edge of her bed and smiled. She reached into its left breast-pocket and took out her younger sibling's letter.

She opened it, and a picture dropped out. Her brother was in an Army Captain's uniform. The note read:

Dear Benefactor,

I have finished my training as a Surgeon, and volunteered in the Army. I am with the 5th Northumberland Fusileers, and will be sent over to Afghanistan soon.

It feels weird being called Captain Watson, but it's part of the job. And I know you won't tell me, but how are you? I know its hard for you to send post regularly, but I am thankful you do send it when you can.

I know you will never say who you really are, but thank you for making all of what I'm doing possible. If we could meet someday, I would be very grateful.

Sincerely yours,

Captain John H. Watson

She re-read the letter a few times before placing the letter along with the photograph back into her jacket.

She took the pad of paper and began to write her reply:

Dear John,

Congratulations on attaining your Captainship. I am doing better than I expected, but considering the accidents I get into, this latest injury of mine will have me bed-ridden for some time. I fell and the idiot behind me stepped on my legs. Between that and writing, I've been having a fairly sedate life since your previous letter.

I am very proud of you, but I am also worried for your sister, Harriet. How is she?

And once again, I must decline the offer to tell you my name, but I think at nearly thirty you are old enough to know one of my nicknames, Des. And if you are as lucky as I know you are, then we'll meet someday when neither of us expect it.

Keep yourself safe out there,

Des

She folded it with the precision she'd acquired over the years, and placed it into an envelope. She wrote Captain John H. Watson of the 5th Northumberland Fusileers on the envelope before tearing a scrap of paper from her own pad of paper, and wrote a note for it to be mailed to wherever the 5th Northumberland Fusileers were stationed. She also wrote a note for the surgeon who saved her legs:

Dear Doctor,

Thank you for saving my legs. I know you were probably ordered to by some big-shot higher up the chain of command, but I still thank you for doing so. I hope you survive this bloody war so when you get back to Britain, I can find you and take you out for a drink once in a while.

Sincerely,

Classified Female Agent

She then laid her head back and slept in the ward, completely unaware of the world around her.