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

3. Chapter 3

A few weeks later the Head, her boss, had her transported to a private facility to help her heal at her own pace.

"Boss, I don't need any of this. Just give me full run of the gym and I'll be back in shape within a few weeks instead of months!" Des protested, tired of being confined to her bed by her umbrella carrying boss.

"You know that its better to wait until your physical therapist gives you the all-clear before starting your training regimen again." he sighed as he sat with his umbrella in one hand.

"You are so... Infuriating!" she smacked the bed with one hand "I want out, and I want it now, Mycroft!"

"How did you?"

"How did I find your name? Simple, you are not completely hidden, unlike me. I know espionage. Did you seriously think I wouldn't find out your name? Your predecessor trained me in all forms of espionage, and I was pretty good at hacking even before your man taught me. I could take down the country if I wanted to. I'm one of the people that you should fear, Holmes. You should fear what me and people like me will do when a country gets too big."

As she talked, her boss became paler and paler. "You wouldn't." he said as if he knew her mind.

"Your right, I wouldn't. But there are those who are."

"Your right. When do you want to start your training again?"

"Starting tomorrow. I can still work with the physical therapist until my legs are back to normal, but I can still work my core and upper-body to keep in shape."

"Good. And here is the dossier on the doctor who saved your legs."

When she saw the name on the file, she remained calm and disinterested. "John H. Watson, Captain. Honorably Discharged [Wounded in action]. Went to school until twenty eight, became a Surgeon, joined Army, wounded in the left shoulder on first tour in Afghanistan." She closed the file. "Great, where is he living? I'd like to take him out for drinks sometime."

"You can't."

"Why?"

"He is associated himself with my brother, and if he saw you, he'd be able to tell you your life story."

"Good thing I can disguise myself personality-wise fairly easily."

"Fine. You have six weeks to get back in shape before meeting him."

"Thanks, Mycroft."

"Any time, Amanda."