fbi die
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lydia bagnall
I have been writing since I was about eleven, when I realised that I had a talent for it. I was getting above the usual grades for my tests in English... By lydia bagnall
Published on 10/29/2007
erm not much can say about a chinese spy with vulnerabilities
fbi die
Lydia dragged herself across the room, each movement a huge effort. Life of a Chinese spy is not for one of bad stamina. She checks her computer for her next hit it’s an agent from the UK FBI Goggs. He has information on the operation she pulled last month. Confidential information including her extra hitlist. Her report says he needs to be taken swiftly but discreetly but firstly taken to don china that will be waiting outside.
Lydia drags herself out of bed as the shrill alarm awakens her from her deep slumber. An envelope as been stuffed under her door she pulls out a sheet with a picture on it. Here is a picture of her objective and how and where he is to be taken. Lydia dreads this life but it is the only one she has ever known she grew up at the Chinese spy academy with her father as the head spy and she is expected to follow as another head spy and her children the same.
This is not the life I wanted to lead she thinks to herself her aspirations of being a writer disintegrated the moment her father joined the academy. She wished she could turn back the clock and say no when her father tried to train her, it would of meant unspeakable punishment but at least she could of followed her heart. She stared at the pictures of her children the brown frame bought out their dark eyes and their smiles almost felt deceiving. But she thought, at least they would be good spies.
Once in the office her heart shrank seeing all the punished officers that let her files get through the system to the FBI. All packing their desks away and handing in their equipment like guns and other dangerous weapons of mass destruction as she approached the don’s office she heard shrill shouts. Guessing someone had messed up another mission and guessing the agent wont is not too hard she thought. She stepped into the office and…yes she was right agent 3G was in there. “Agent lira come on in, you remember agent 3G don’t you?” The don asked. Agent lira was momentarily lapsed by his direct speech and then replies still stunned “ briefly “ “do you remember his last mission?” he replied inquisitively. “Yes don” still stunned “well that mission was completely obliterated last night so I want you to complete it,” he half shouted with an inkling of rage upon his voice.
“I remember that agent 3G had to assassinate the president of the USA and bring him back here for questioning but I still need briefing on where when and how” I said this with surety but with a waver of consciousness. “After I have finished talking to 3G about the consequences of his actions after the failure of his mission I will come to the debriefing room and we will talk about the mission details.”
Walking into the debriefing room I shuddered I could her the dons angry voice three solid concrete rooms away and the noise wasn’t going down. I examined the computers one was on the don’s office and out of the window I could see a shadow. Assassinates from Germany the red flag like burning fire inside of my eyes. My adrenaline pumped as I ran from the room the crowded hallway amazed at my behaviour and followed in pursuit to see what had bothered me so much. We all dived into the don’s office the shadow just crashed through the window as the door flung open in a frenzy people fell in a tidal wave into the room. The sound of the breaking glass covered our shouts and the don gasped for breath as the assassinates grabbed him. One took out a knife and slit the dons throat ear from ear. A scream escaped my lips but agents are made for this kind of experience. It was so confusing though 3G would have a plain view of the window ands so let it happen I reacted fast and grabbed 3G before he had the chance to escape with the others.
Lydia drags herself out of bed as the shrill alarm awakens her from her deep slumber. An envelope as been stuffed under her door she pulls out a sheet with a picture on it. Here is a picture of her objective and how and where he is to be taken. Lydia dreads this life but it is the only one she has ever known she grew up at the Chinese spy academy with her father as the head spy and she is expected to follow as another head spy and her children the same.
This is not the life I wanted to lead she thinks to herself her aspirations of being a writer disintegrated the moment her father joined the academy. She wished she could turn back the clock and say no when her father tried to train her, it would of meant unspeakable punishment but at least she could of followed her heart. She stared at the pictures of her children the brown frame bought out their dark eyes and their smiles almost felt deceiving. But she thought, at least they would be good spies.
Once in the office her heart shrank seeing all the punished officers that let her files get through the system to the FBI. All packing their desks away and handing in their equipment like guns and other dangerous weapons of mass destruction as she approached the don’s office she heard shrill shouts. Guessing someone had messed up another mission and guessing the agent wont is not too hard she thought. She stepped into the office and…yes she was right agent 3G was in there. “Agent lira come on in, you remember agent 3G don’t you?” The don asked. Agent lira was momentarily lapsed by his direct speech and then replies still stunned “ briefly “ “do you remember his last mission?” he replied inquisitively. “Yes don” still stunned “well that mission was completely obliterated last night so I want you to complete it,” he half shouted with an inkling of rage upon his voice.
“I remember that agent 3G had to assassinate the president of the USA and bring him back here for questioning but I still need briefing on where when and how” I said this with surety but with a waver of consciousness. “After I have finished talking to 3G about the consequences of his actions after the failure of his mission I will come to the debriefing room and we will talk about the mission details.”
Walking into the debriefing room I shuddered I could her the dons angry voice three solid concrete rooms away and the noise wasn’t going down. I examined the computers one was on the don’s office and out of the window I could see a shadow. Assassinates from Germany the red flag like burning fire inside of my eyes. My adrenaline pumped as I ran from the room the crowded hallway amazed at my behaviour and followed in pursuit to see what had bothered me so much. We all dived into the don’s office the shadow just crashed through the window as the door flung open in a frenzy people fell in a tidal wave into the room. The sound of the breaking glass covered our shouts and the don gasped for breath as the assassinates grabbed him. One took out a knife and slit the dons throat ear from ear. A scream escaped my lips but agents are made for this kind of experience. It was so confusing though 3G would have a plain view of the window ands so let it happen I reacted fast and grabbed 3G before he had the chance to escape with the others.