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mrscreative28 · 2 years

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My Secret

Chapter 1: Operation Angelfire (part3)

My door flew open seconds later and two pairs of boots walked in. One stayed by the bedroom door while the other walked toward where I was standing moments ago. As soon as he was standing beside me, I plunged my blade into his boot. He howled in pain. Blood was squirting all over my white rug. As he fell on his left side, I aimed my gun at him. Five seconds later, he spotted me.

His face was red in anger and pain. His nose flared and he was breathing heavily. He made a move for his 9mm and I pulled the trigger. The bullet went through his forehead silently. He instantly stopped moving.

I got out from under my bed with my Ruger still pointed and got to my feet. The other man was nowhere to be found. I slowly walked toward my door and looked out in the hallway. No one was in the hallway.

I slowly walked towards Jessica's room, which was across from mine. Once I opened the door, one man pointed his gun at Jessica and the other man pointed his gun at me. I looked at Jessica. Her hands were tied behind her back and she had tape on her mouth. Tears were running down her face. I looked at the men. "Let her go."

"Put your gun down or we'll kill your sister." The man closest to me said.

I looked at Jessica and back at the men. "Okay, I'm putting it down." With one palm facing the men and the other hand putting the gun down, the man closest to me walked towards me.

When the man got close, he put his gun to my head. "Put your gun on the floor." The nozzle of his gun was touching my head.

Once I did, I stood back up. I looked at the man beside me. I quickly pushed the gun away from my head and knocked it out of the man's hand. I caught the gun in mid-air and pointed it at him.

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mrscreative28 · 2 years

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My Secret

Chapter 1: Operation Angelfire (part2)

After I got ready for the day, I took out a black suitcase with a lock combination. When I unlocked it, I checked the inventory. A nine-millimeter handgun with extra ammunition, passports to different countries for my family and me, five cell phones with GPS trackers, four different sets of keys to two white Escalades and two safe houses, five hundred thousand dollars on two different credit cards, and two PDAs all fit into the suitcase.

When I hid the suitcase under the floorboards under my bed, I heard vehicles pull up. I walked over to the window and checked my surroundings. I spotted four black Escalades parked in front of our house. Four men in each SUV got out and slowly approached the house. One of the men spotted me. He looks to be about six feet tall with short, spiky blond hair and aqua blue eyes. He had a scar from his right eye down to the right side of his chin. I recognized him instantly.

Logan Freely; which means his older brother Duke is here and these are Duke's men.

Once he spotted me, he smiled evilly at me. I frowned at him. Not even five seconds later, I heard yelling downstairs. Then I heard several footsteps coming upstairs.

I quickly ran over to my bed, got down on my stomach, and rolled underneath my bed on my back. I grabbed my Ruger (9mm) that was hidden in a small box inside my mattress. I also grabbed my five-inch blade out of the box and unsheathed it. I put on my silencer and cocked my gun.

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mrscreative28 · 2 years

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My Secret

Chapter 1: Operation Angelfire

My family doesn't know who I am. They don't know what I am. I am an undercover CIA agent from Honolulu, Hawaii. My goal is to track down criminals that have a warrant for their arrest.

I have protected my family ever since I moved back from Honolulu to a military school called Howe Military Academy. I lived with my grandparents and they wanted me to have a life to protect my country and especially my family. My ancestors were undercover CIA agents and they have not succeeded in their mission, so my grandparents want me to finish it.

And I plan to.

My family has no clue what I have been up to. Being an undercover CIA agent has its perks. I can't tell anyone and it's hard. Keeping a secret from my family is hard, but it's what it is.

My siblings, Jessica, Brent, and I live with our parents, Donna and Mike Dante in New York; more likely upstate named Jericho, New York. Pretty town, no crimes, great people, and most of all, it's safe. It was about nine o'clock in the morning on a Friday in the first week of June. Everyone was up and getting ready for the day.

I had just showered and gotten dressed in a sky-blue silk blouse that goes down to my butt, that's open-backed in the back and cross-stitched in the front. I put on black leggings and black combat boots. I had put my hair up in a Dutch braid, my hair braided down to the middle of my back.

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