I stared at the mission folder that was lying open on my bed. His face was staring right at me.A face I would never forget.I groaned frustratedly and slammed the folder shut. I wanted to kill him so badly. I rubbed my stomach and sighed, reopening the folder and reading the information.Name: Michael MooreAge: 26Ethnicity: White BritishOccupation: UnemployedLocation: 3 Langford Drive, Southgate, London.I grabbed my laptop and fired it up, hurriedly going onto Google and searching the address. "You're not far, are you?" I said to myself and chewed on my lip. I made a split decision and took note of the directions and jumped up off my bed. I slipped a cap on my head along with a pair of sunglasses and stuffed my feet into my converses. Once I was ready I grabbed my bag that was now missing a gun thanks to Eli and headed out of my room, clutching the mission folder in my hand."What's this?" Blake wondered as I passed him on the stairs and I swore at him when he snatched the folde
"Sometimes I wonder why you're not in prison."I yawned and rolled over in my bed and looked up at Adam who was standing by my door. "So do I," I grumbled."Shooting two guys, huh?" He said and I groaned as I sat up in bed."You're not annoyed," I commented. "Why aren't you angry at me?""Because I don't like the guys," Adam shrugged."So if I shot Eli would you be annoyed at me then?" I wondered."I don't particularly like the kid, but he saved your life," Adam said. "So yes, I'd be annoyed.""Damn," I said and chuckled. "How much shit am I in?""None."I looked at Adam in shock. "Say what?""You're off the hook," Adam told me and my mouth dropped."How on earth am I off the hook. I was expecting to be hung drawn and quartered by Rob himself!" I exclaimed."You owe me big time, sis," Adam said and I frowned."What did you do?""Kent tries to act tough, but he's a wimp," Adam said. "It didn't take much persuasion from me to get him and Hunter to agree to the story that they were talki
"I mean, like, I can guess," he said dismissively."At the rate you're going you won't have to guess for long," I muttered.Dante shrugged. "I'm good," he said. "I always have been at whatever I do."Mason scoffed and slapped Dante's back. "Turn that confidence down a bit or I'll knock it out of you, mate," he said and walked out of the kitchen.I laughed and looked at Oli. "O, I need your help," I said. "Come help me?""Watch out, Dais, he's got a girl!" Jack warned teasingly.I looked at Oli and raised my eyebrow. "So he says," I said. "Let's go, O." I walked out of the kitchen and made my way into the lounge with Oli following me. "Erik!" I called as I walked to the stairs. "With me!"I walked into my room and took a seat on my bed and waited for Oli and Erik to come into my room. When they did I gestured for them to shut the door and then crossed my arms over my chest."So," I said, my eyes flicking between the two of them who eyed me curiously. Oli was more nervous. "Do you have
I waved my hand over the flickering flame and entertained myself with watching the wax drip down the side of the candle.Eli was sat beside me on a bean bag and Beth and Tom were on the opposite side of the room having a serious conversation."So, you and Blake made up," Eli said lowly."We didn't make up," I said."But you're talking now.""I guess."Eli nodded."You know, Adam doesn't hate you as much now," I said."He doesn't?""Don't get me wrong, he still doesn't like you, but the hate is just a little less.""Why?""You saved my life. Maybe if I nearly die a few more times and you help keep me alive then he might start liking you."Eli smirked and shook his head. "Adam and I will never get along. He's too proud.""Why? What happened between you two that made you not get along?""It's a few things," Eli shrugged."Spill the beans, we've got time," I said."I'll talk to you if you stop looking at that damn candle and look at me, princess," Eli said and I slowly turned to face him.
I dropped the file on Rob's desk and crossed my arms over my chest. "Done."Rob picked up the file and raised his eyebrows. "Already?""I wasn't one of the best agents for no reason, Rob," I tutted. "Right, I'm off-""Not so fast," Rob said and shook his head. He pointed the the chair opposite his desk and I sighed and sat down."What?""Are you okay?""You did not make me stay and talk to you just so you can ask if I'm okay," I said and rolled my eyes. "What do you want?""Your help.""You want my help? I thought I couldn't be trusted. Why would you want my help?""You can't be trusted," Rob shrugged, "but you're one of the few people that I can trust.""Funny how that works out, eh?" I smirked."I'm preparing for a mission," Rob said."Shocker.""I want you on it.""Bummer.""It's big, Daisy. Believe it or not, but we aren't exactly a secret."I faked surprise. "Really?""Daisy, this is serious. We aren't the only organisation like us, there are more out there, however only one can
It was that night again. The night it happened. I could see Michael Moore clearly, above me.I was screaming and crying, begging him to stop, but he wouldn't.It wouldn't stop."Daisy!""No!" I yelled. "Please!""DAISY!"My eyes flew open and I gasped loudly, looking up into Eli's eyes. "Shit," I coughed. I was sweaty and hot. "Bad dream.""No shit," Eli said and slowly released my wrists. "You tried to hit me.""Sorry," I muttered and rubbed my eyes, taking long breaths. "But you probable deserved it."Eli ignored the last sentence. "You alright?""Fine.""Liar," he scoffed and I narrowed my eyes at him."The nightmares are getting better. That's the first one I've had in a while," I said."No, it's the first one you've remembered in a while," Eli said and I frowned at him. "You get them quite frequently, you just don't remember dreaming about them. They started to get worse after you killed him.""That was two months ago.""I'm aware of that. I'm a light sleeper. I think I'm the onl
"Okay, Daisy, go," Joey said. Him, Oli and Erik were quizzing everyone on their covers. The three of them were actually on the mission, however they were staying at the Agency and working behind the scenes, dealing with the information we would send to the Agency.Currently they were quizzing us on the reasons why we got put into the group homes.I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm there for numerous reasons really. Theft, arson, breaking and entering, running away from one of my many foster homes while on probation. I'm basically a devil child," I said and rolled my eyes.Blake seemed surprised at my knowledge of my cover."Blake, I would rather be anywhere than here preparing for a mission, but it doesn't mean I can't remember a stupid bit of paper," I said. "I know I'm a loose canon, but I'm not going to screw up the mission. I may not do anything to help it, but I'm not going to stop everyone in it.""That's the team spirit we all love," Carter chuckled."Why are you
Blake grabbed my arm as I walked out of the kitchen and I halted. I wanted nothing more than to rip his hand off me and run from his touch, but I remained still, kept a calm expression and turned to Blake."What?" I snapped.Blake raised an eyebrow, seeming impressed. "Eli's really worked his magic, you're not even tensing up," he said and slowly let go of my hand. "Too bad that I know you better. You're good at pretending Daisy.""If you know me better then you'll know not to touch me!" I said and stepped back from him. "To everyone else it looks like I'm all cured," I said sarcastically. "And I want it to stay that way. I hate it. I hate being touched, but everyone thinks I'm over it. You can't tell anyone."Blake crossed his arms over his chest. "Why?""Because they look at me like I'm broken! Like they can't do anything without me freaking out! I can't stand it. This way they think I'm better.""But you're not.""No.""Does Eli know? He's the one you've mainly been sparring with.