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DISNEY SPIES OPERATION ENCHANTED ROSE MASTERLIST

PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

PART V

PART VI

PART VII

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OPERATION: ENCHANTED ROSE IV

               I can still remember the first time I killed anyone.

               It was my third (or was it my fourth?) assigned mission. I went undercover as a tutor for the little girl of a wealthy crime family. Over the three weeks I observed family patterns and subtle changes, little seven- year- old Sophia and I grew close, bonding over books and long, intelligent conversations. Fast forward to where I accidently caught her crime lord father murdering a lower class man who couldn’t pay extortion money. I called in to General Leah King and told her that I had to move then and now, or else I wouldn’t have an opportunity to take out our target and steal back the files he took from a CIA agent he brutally murdered.

Mary Claire arrived to help me take him out, disguised as an old friend of mine, and that very quickly set the catalyst into motion. Mary Claire provided the distraction and killed all the guards who protected the monster while I ordered him into his study at gunpoint. After retrieving the hidden files, I shot him in the head, killing him instantly. What I didn’t know was that little Sophia was hiding under her father’s desk. It was only after I found accidently dropped a flash drive and had bent to pick it up that I found her.

               “One day, I hope you’ll understand how much of a cruel, heartless monster your father was. Until then, you won’t ever have a hope of finding me, but when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

               It wasn’t the guilt of killing that haunted me- it was the agonizing horror that had crept into her eyes when she realized that I had killed her father. And that stuck with me, even near two years after the event. I couldn’t recall much about the three weeks I spent under the same roof as her, but I could remember everything about her in that moment.

               Her favorite bright blue dress she had insisted on wearing that day.

Her hair, once tied into a neat braid earlier that morning, wildly tangled and messy from climbing trees and chasing fairies.

Her dark smoke eyes, full of things a child her age should’ve never seen.

Hurt.

Anger.

Betrayal.

It killed me, walking away and not offering the reasonable explanation that was screaming in my head at the moment- “I’m a top secret government agent sent undercover to kill your father, who’s one of the country’s most dangerous crime lords. I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see me kill him. That was not in the agenda.”

I would honestly give anything and everything I had to reverse the clock and do it all differently- but I’ve come to terms (with much psychological assistance from Dr. Julianna Kahn) that I can’t change the past, no matter how hard I wish it or plead for it.

That was surely more or less how I imagined Frazier to be feeling as I tried to forget all about my chaotic morning by diving into a new book that my boyfriend, Special Agent Gabriel Roux, had gifted me with the week before, after he returned from a classified mission in Russia. However, try as I was, I just couldn’t seem to forget about the look of angst on the professional thief’s face as General Leah King told him about his parents.

I had honored her request not to say a word to anyone, but I had sought out Julianna and told her that she may want to see Frazier. I didn’t say anything more than that, and she respected my inability to say anything more on the subject.

I found myself rereading the same three words over and over again and promptly gave up on my current occupation. I wasn’t going to disappear into another realm of magic and dragons anytime soon, not with what all had just happened. I carefully gathered my blue and yellow blanket I crocheted myself, my mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkled on top, and my barely read book with the brightly colored jacket and headed off towards my apartment to try and find something else to occupy myself for the time being.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I failed to notice that anyone was following me until a hand grabbed onto my elbow. I yelped and did the only thing that crossed my mind- I threw my hot chocolate in their face.

“OW! That’s hot!” yelped Special Agent Gabriel Roux, wincing as the hot liquid burned his handsome face.

“I’m sorry! Are you alright? Do you need to go to the health center?” I asked, concern replacing my embarrassment.

“I’ll be fine- I just need a shower,” he said with a shrug. “I was calling your name down the hallway- what’s rattling around inside that pretty little head of yours?”

“Just…” I hesitated, biting my lip and averting my gaze to think through what I was going to say. “A lot had happened this morning, that’s all.”

               “Care to share with me?” Gabriel asked me as we ambled towards my apartment.

               I heaved out a giant of a sigh before leaning in for a hug. “I can’t disclose anything to you. General’s orders, I’m afraid.” He hummed in acknowledgement as we came to my apartment. I keyed in the code and scanned in my biometrics before the door opened. I pushed Gabriel off towards the shower as I found a pair of his sweatpants and a white exercise shirt from when we worked out together a few weeks prior, freshly laundered and folded. After leaving them in the bathroom for him to change into, I found myself puttering around in the kitchen, trying to find something worthwhile to do. I decided to bake a cake and as I was mixing the ingredients together to be put into the oven, my boyfriend popped out of the bathroom.

               “When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs, every morning to help me get large,” Gabriel sang, coming into the kitchen as he dried his hair with a towel. “And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs, so I'm roughly the size of a barge!”

               I giggled as he bent down for a quick kiss before standing back and watching me bake. It was one of the many things that made me fall head over heels in love with Red Stag- him knowing when I needed time to think and not interrupting my seemingly never- ending trains of thoughts.

               I slid the cake into the oven and set the time for the allotted time needed to bake before turning to face my boyfriend.

               “I really can’t talk about it,” I told him. “I’m sorry.”

“And I respect that,” he said with an understanding smile. “But riddle me this- does it have anything to do with Frazier? He was acting weird today.”

“How so?” I asked, curious as to what the professional thief was doing to harbor my workoutoholic boyfriend’s attention.

“Well, I saw him enter Dr. Kahn’s office moments before you almost killed me,” he teased me lightly, leaning back onto the kitchen counter. “And we both know how much he can’t stand ‘head shrinks’.” He used air quotes around the thief’s words for psychologists.

I sighed heavily, hating that I had to keep the news about Frazier’s parents a secret.

“I can’t say for certain, but I think so, yes.” I quickly checked the clock and sighed when I saw that I had two hours to get ready for dinner at Serafina’s tonight. “Are you bringing anything for the dinner tonight?”

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OPERATION: ENCHANTED ROSE III

               My back met the cushioned floor of the practice room, my body screaming in agony as Fu Mei leaned over me, checking to make sure that I was still alive and breathing.

               I think.

               A sudden commotion drew our attention away from hand to hand combat practice, and without even looking at each other, Fu Mei and I hurried over to the door leading out to the corridors that snaked underneath Disneyland.

               “- COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THAT MY PARENTS ARE ALIVE?” bellowed Special Agent Frazier Ryder. Fu Mei and I exchanged near identical shocked looks. As far as we all (meaning all four spy divisions) had known, Frazier was an orphan, left to fend for himself in the dirt poor parts of New York at age six.

               “Agent Thief,” began General Leah King in a calm voice. “Can we please take this to my office?”

               A frustrated yell nearly made me bang me head on the underside of the Chinese- Japanese born’s chin. A second later, the door was wrenched open, displaying a passive general and a fuming Frazier, who were staring at us. I felt my cheeks promptly flare up and I ducked my head down in embarrassment. The four of us marched up to the general’s office, where we were all ushered inside before the door was shut and sealed.

               “Agent Thief, Agent Ping, Agent Beauty, what I am about to disclose to the three of you must never leave this room.” The powerful woman met each of our eyes and held our gazes for a full minute. “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

               We all nodded and she sighed, walking over to where a file cabinet stood. After entering in some codes and scanning her fingerprint several times, she opened a drawer and rummaged around before producing a dense folder.

               “Frazier, your father was a Navy SEAL who met your mother, a penniless factory worker, in Ecuador nearly thirty years ago. They fell in love and he brought her to the United States as his wife. Three years later, you were born.” She reached into the folder and pulled out a couple of photos, which she handed over to the master thief, who accepted them with trembling hands. He stared at the photographs with tears brimming in his eyes before handing them off to us members of PRINCESS.

One of the photographs was of a young couple- she was in a simple, but lovely white dress and he was in a nice suit. Both looked utterly in love with the other.

               The second was the same couple, holding a newborn wrapped in a green blanket. Both wore happy, yet tired expressions on their faces as they leaned into the other.

               “Unfortunately, your mother’s father’s family was a very high profiled gang, and when she left her country without telling them, they grew very angry. Feeling as though they had no choice, they left you in the car eof a dear friend and fled, hoping that you’d be safe.” The general held up her hand as Frazier opened his mouth to protest. “Please let me finish. Your caretaker was killed by a heart attack a few days later and you wandered off, scared and alone. Had you stayed where you were, you would’ve been picked up by MAGIC, or as we were known back then, C1768, agent.”

               “But what happened to my parents?” demanded Frazier, his voice tight as he struggled not to cry.

               “About four years ago, they popped up on my radar.” The general took a deep breath, as though her next words would break him even further. “I believe that they are working for DARK.”

               Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Frazier freeze in shock. I reached over and wrapped my arms around him in a comforting hug.

               “But why keep this hidden for all these years?” demanded Fu Mei, being the voice of reason that she always is.

               “Because we have no proof that they’re actually working for DARK,” the general sighed heavily, closing the folder and holding it behind her as she continued talking. “From time to time, I will see them in security footage, usually right before DARK strikes.”

               “My parents are terrorists,” Frazier mumbled in angry distress. “Were they behind the attacks in Philadelphia two years back?”

               The general shook her head. “No, but I’ve seen them other places.” She handed over the file, adding in, “Study it- but keep everything in this room.” She turned to leave, motioning for Fu Mei and I to follow her, but she stopped. “How did you know that your parents aren’t dead?”

               He sighed, pulling out his cell phone and pulled up something. He tapped on the screen and handed it to the woman before beginning to read. Generald King’s face paled before she straightened and left, with Frazier’s cell phone and us two members of PRINCESS.

               Fu Mei pulled me away from the unfolding drama that was taking place and into an empty meeting room, shutting the door behind her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, before doing it again, and again. I just stayed back and let her think for a few minutes before her eyes flew open.

               “Why was the general keeping Frazier’s parents a secret from him?” she demanded in her soft voice.

               I had to admit it.

               I had no clue.

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OPERATION: ENCHANTED ROSE II

MAGIC, or Ministry of Action for Government Infiltration Contacts if you were feeling up for a tongue twister, is so much bigger then what I just described back there. For example, there are four main subcore teams- PRINCESS (Positioned to Rescue and Improvise without Negotiation Corps and Elite Stealth Spies), PRINCE (Patrol of Reconnaissance Investigation, Neutralization and Confrontation Extermination), PIXIE (Performers who Infiltrate and eXecute Intelligence Encounters) and VILLIAN (Veteran Investigation Liberate to Launch International Action Nationalism). What each team does is kept under protected lock and key so that no one outside of the teams knows what everyone else is doing.

PRINCESS is the biggest team, boasting fifteen operatives, all with unique skills. Almost all members are hard women, or experienced operatives who know how to survive in hostile environments and have killed before. We range from hackers to cipherist to dressers to a physiologist. Our personalities may not always get along that well, but at the end of the day, we can all forgive and forget (for the most part).

The team leader of PRINCESS is Catherine Fellows, codename: Cinders. No one at MAGIC, aside from General Leah King, knows her back story, and no one is foolish enough to find out. Her main job consists of matching missions with agents and making sure that everyone gets in and out in as safe as a manner as possible. She’s been doing the job for more or less three years, and there hasn’t been a single agent killed to date. In her spare time, Catherine raises and trains rats- she keeps them in an impressive enclosure in her apartment and they have adorable little names- Gustav, Jaquenetta, and Trella being some of her brood. The little fuzzy furballs had helped us out of quite a few sticky situations, to much Catherine’s great joy. The twenty three year old strawberry blonde has abusive scars on her back- I know that she knows that everyone knows about them. She tries to hide them for some unknown reason- maybe because she thinks they make her look weak- they do just the opposite however- they prove that she’s a tough survivor who can handle anything life throws at her.

Catherine’s unofficial second in command is Special Agent Serafina Weiss, codename: Poison. As one might’ve guessed on her last name, she’s German and speaks with the most delightfully badass accent. Sometime when she talks, she honest to God sounds likes she’s threatening someone, and we often use her in interrogation for that sole purpose. Her specialties involves creating and distributing poisons for assassinations, and believe me- she can either make a quick, painless death, or a long lasting, painful death- it depends on what the occasion requires. Despite her German military brat background and love of working in the lab developing deadly poisons, Serafina is the sweetest, kindest soul anyone will ever meet.

Alexandra Trident, codename Mermaid, is a rather well known legend in the world of spies. She was born to a marine biologist by the name of Dr. Allen Trident, who was secretly a CIA operative whose cover was blown while acting as a secret bodyguard to a very important ambassador’s daughter. Instead of being angry that her father had unknowingly to her, hired a bodyguard against her wishes, she fell in love and they got married, having seven daughters over a period of eleven years. From an early age, Alexandra had refused to speak, leaving her family to learn sign in an attempt to communicate with their silent daughter and sister. She had also showed an interest in marine biology, just like her father, and wanted to swim in the ocean with wild dolphins, a wish that was granted to her at the tender age of six. Alexandra is PRINCESS’ expert on the ocean and can hold her breath up to eight minutes, six if she’s moving.

PRINCESS’ physiologist is Dr. Julianna Khan, codename Raja. She was born in what she calls “the slums of India,” to a wealthy and very powerful father and a poorer then dirt mother. She often spent most of her life caring for her sickly mother and when things got so bad, she sought out her father, begging for help. He agreed to help her, if she would marry his business partner to strengthen his empire- she agreed, however, unknowingly to her, he wasn’t helping her mother at all. It wasn’t until her wedding day, nine months later, when she received word of her mother’s death by starvation, did she finally see her father for the money hungry monster he was. She shamed him in front all all the wedding guests before running away with his entire fortune, which she used to get herself out of India and to England, where she enrolled in college and got her degree in criminal psychology.

Fu Mei, codename Ping, is ex Chinese Liberating Army. Born to a Chinese father and a Japanese mother, she grew up celebrating two completely different cultures as one. She rarely shows her emotions, however she is generally really soft spoken and polite, never raising her voice unless she needs to (which has been never). However, don’t be fooled by her appearance- she is an absolute beast when training, especially with knives and guns. According to rumors, one time she accidently sliced off someone’s ear. Accidently. No one will confirm or deny it, but one does have to admit that Fu Mei is extremely badass.

Mary Claire MacWilliams, codename Arrow, sounds like she just stepped off the screen of the Outlander series, Scottish accent and fondness for tartan plaid and all. With her wild red curls and tomboyish attitude, no one would ever suspect that she works with PRINCESS as a government employed assassin. She is a master at dialects, having mastered the languages Gaelic and Doric, and can mimic any sounds she hears. She saved my chops more than once, and I consider her to be one of my closet friends.

Annalisa King, codename Spindle, is a beautiful oddball. If not for her severe insomnia and Kleine- Levin syndrome, she would make the perfect undercover agent. The really funny thing about her sleep schedule is that she’s either impossibly bright eyes and bushy tailed or in such a deep sleep nothing can wake her. She highly prefers to be in the garage, elbow deep in grease, stating something along the area of she likes the smell of motors and that it helps her same sane. Her godmothers are three of MAGIC’s most legendary agents- Agent Flora, Agent Fauna, and Agent Merryweather- they are responsible for stopping the terror attack of 2017 on San Francisco. The mission was kept under such tight wraps that according to what I’ve heard, not even the president knew what was going on. Something about his Twitter feed or the likes.

Alicia Madd, codename Wonderland, is MAGIC’s official youngest agent at twelve. She graduated from high school a year or so ago with ridiculously high marks in everything and was drafted as a junior agent right after graduation. She’s a orphan and a ward of the state of California until she reached legal age at eighteen. MAGIC uses her for undercover work- namely speaking, getting close to subject’s children and using her smooth deduction skills to Sherlock Holmes the living life out of people.

Special Agent Maile Paewai, codename: Maui, is one of PRINCESS’s scouts and navigators. She is a master at armed and unarmed combat, having grown up with five older brothers. In addition to that, she’s also a professional at harpooning and sailing, both which she learned from her home state of Hawaii. She also uses traditional wayfinding tactics, which include the reading the stars and memorizing landmarks. As a result, she’s become extremely observant at noticing the tiniest of details, which can be both amusing and annoying at the same time- it’s almost as though she doesn’t have a filter.

Special Agent Anita Storm, codename: Baby Snowflake, is the younger sister to MAGIC traitor, Elizabeth Storm. As I mentioned before, she was crushed by her big sister turning sides, and now spends most of her time in her office working on breaking and inventing codes. The eighteen year old girl suffers from a weak heart, as how she didn’t get enough oxygen to her body before she was born. According to Anita, when Elizabeth first held her right after she was born, the dark ginger haired baby started to cry. Anita is bilingual, speaking both English and Norwegian, and is always bundled up in blankets to keep away the chill that only she is prisoner to.

Pamuya Smith, codename Compass, was raised alongside her Native American cousin on Hopi land in Michigan, despite having a white mother. Her name means “Water Moon” in Hopi, and she was on track and field when she was in high school. She loves eating healthy, however she won’t turn her nose up at anything with chocolate covered starberries on the side. She is the other member to the tracking and navigation team, having long since perfected the fine art of hunting in woods and other wild places.

Ruth Greene, codename Corona, is a German born and raised orphan had lusciously long hair with different shades of blonde and sparking emerald green eyes. She is also a regular Jack of All Trades- she is a master of disguises, firearms instructor, knows how to poison someone or save them from poison, practices parkour on a regular basis, people are always asking her if there’s anything she can’t do. As of lately, she’s been playing with a bump that’s appeared on her leg, on the inside of her right knee, poking and prodding at it.

Agent Tristessa Brown, Codename: Frog Princess, is MAGIC’s official chef when it comes to not wanting to cook after a long and grueling day of training. She can often times be found in the apartment she shares with her husband, Nathan Navins, trying out a new recipe she found on Pintrest and improving it. She runs her own adorable retro 1950’s diner down in the main lobby of MAGIC’s headquarters, where the customer favorite is a good old fashioned southern jambalaya recipe that she flat out refuses to share with anyone. She has somewhat permanent wrinkles at the corners of her eyes from so many months of never ending stress. All of PRINCESS had teamed up and every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, we hold a dinner party at someone’s apartment, followed by a pajama movie marathon to keep her from stressing herself up in her restaurant too much. And as an added bonus, whenever she becomes extremely vexed, she starts yelling in French, which can be either comical or terrifying, depending on whether or not she’s upset with you.

And then there’s me- Bellatrix Versailles, codename Beauty. My papa was born and raised in France while mama was Belgium, which explains my dark brown curls and fair skin a great deal. My occupation with MAGIC is PRINCESS team researcher, and on occasion, a field agent. I can read and retain up to a hundred thousand words a minute, can type twenty five thousand words a minutes  and my penmanship is extremely neat, even when I’m in a hurry. I enjoy reading and taking long walks filled with meaningful talk with my boyfriend, Special Agent Gabriel Roux, codename Red Stag.

Ex- special Agent Elizabeth Storm, codename: Snowflake Queen, was one of MAGIC’s top agents, before she turned traitor on everyone. Everyone highly suspects that she is still in contact with Anita, however either the code breaker is too good at her job and hides all traces of evidence really well or everyone is jumpy and very suspicious. Elizabeth had been diagnosed with Axis II Personality Disorder, making it so that it seems she has little concern for PRINCESS and the organization’s other operatives, however, that is not the case. Although she had difficulty in expressing her emotions, Dr. Khan has repeatedly assured everyone that Agent Storm’s methods of showing she cares were genuine. I don’t think I can ever find it in my heart to forgive her, after everything she’s put all of Magic though- even if she did shoot Mary Claire with a blank round.

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OPERATION: ENCHANTED ROSE I

t had been close to three weeks since Elizabeth Storm came out as a traitor to MAGIC, and the entire agency was on edge, with good reasons, too. Agent Storm had been one of a few people with a top level security clearance, so everyone who had been authorized to do so has been scrambling to double and triple check that all physical and digital files were still where they needed to be and preparing for a breach of any kind. New spyware had been installed and old virus protection programs had been either updated or deleted.

But still, everyone knew that MAGIC was doomed should Elizabeth decide to sell her intel to the highest bidder- after all, she helped create the entire system. She knew every keystroke and mouse click better than the back of her hand.

“Why didn’t I see the signs?” I had overheard Julianna Khan, PRINCESS’ residential physiologist, ask someone. Of course she felt guilty- after all, it was the Indian born and raised woman who had cleared Agent Storm for that fated mission where she turned and stabbed everyone in the back.

Everyone was dealing with the low blow in their own way.

Catherine Fellows had refused to come out of her room for five days, finally emerging when Alicia, with all her 4 foot 3 inch glory, had threatened to break down the door and drag her out by the ear. When Agent Slipper had came out at last, she had puffy, dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and crying endlessly.

Annalisa King hadn’t said anything to anyone, only smiling and nodding or frowning and shaking her head when she was asked a question. The normally insomniac engineer had been sleeping on her workbench, sleepily rousing when someone would enter the workshop, looking to have a gadget fixed or just to check up on the governor’s daughter.

Fu Mei had taken to the underground shooting range, destroying paper target after paper target, her normally unreadable face filled with angst. The normally deadly ex- Chinese Liberation Army soldier seemed to deal with her feelings best when she was physically destroying something, so people just left her alone to do her own thing.

Everyone was taking the betrayal hard, but not as hard as Anita was. She had always idolized her big sister, and if not for her weak heart, she would have been out in the field with her stoic emotioned sister, balancing Elizabeth out by being the bright little ray of sunshine that she always was. She now sulked around, barely eating anything except for what Serafina gently bullied her into eating. I could’ve sworn that the already unhealthily skinny girl was all too quickly losing weight as the days passed by, and that didn’t seem to escape just my notice.

The rest of PRINCESS (Positioned to Rescue and Improvise without Negotiation Corps and Elite Stealth Spies) took turns looking after our team code breaker, coaxing her into eating and sleeping. But we all had an ulterior motive for keeping an eye on her- we didn’t want Anita to get into trouble for getting into contact with Elizabeth.

General Leah King, the head of MAGIC, had made an announcement the day after Mary Claire and I had limped back into base from our failed mission in Baghdad and tearfully given the news that Elizabeth had turned on the entire agency.

“If anyone is caught with any information that they’ve withheld concerning our ongoing investigation of Elizabeth Storm, they will be tried for treason, which is a very, very, serious charge.”

The general’s words still rang through my head, even as I submerged myself into my never ending pile of books that I kept telling myself I would someday read, using my almost supernatural ability to block out the chaotic real world and dive into another realm.  I buried my nose deeper into my book and found myself thinking of the pale haired young woman who always carried herself with confidence and poise, who always seemed to know what she was doing even in times of great duress- and I found myself wondering:

How long has Elizabeth been planning to stab MAGIC in the back? How long has been she been secretly working with the other side? How long has she been waiting to hurt Anita in the worst way possible?

How long has she been waiting to turn us all against one other?

I quickly shook myself with a silent scolding in my head. Even though she seemed not to have any emotion whatsoever, she did care very deeply for each of us, in her own quirky little way. One might confuse her cold, uncaring emotions for anything but fuzzy warmth. However, Elizabeth had been diagnosed with an Axis Type II Personality Disorder, which meant that she felt emotions differently than other people did. She wasn’t exactly normal, but then again, no one at MAGIC was normal.

I sighed heavily, my left hand nervously tapping the glass that separated the warm climate controlled temperature of Sleeping Beauty’s castle from the miserable raining weather outside. Even though Julianna had told both Mary Claire and I that her door was always open, I was hesitant to visit the physiologist, not because I was scared, but because I knew that once I released the details of what happened that night, the nightmare I was living would become real and a target would be branded onto Elizabeth’s back.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the horrors of that mission flooded back to me. Even though I had killed before, it stilled sickened me to watch my once friend turn her gun onto the hopeless and dispose of them as though they were nothing more than wrappers with the candy already eaten.

She didn’t show any mercy towards those she killed- I don’t know how much of that was what she was diagnosed with. She only spared Mary Claire and I after purposely putting a bullet though the Scotswoman’s shoulder. I had barely managed to get us out of the hot zone and to our plane before breaking down into a complete wreck.

“Go.” Those were the last words that she had uttered to us before turning and walking out with the enemy. It had only occurred to me that both Mary Claire and I had been led into a trap, only being allowed to escape once we witnessed Elizabeth’s brutal exterminations of those we were sent to rescue. My first priority was taking care of my injured partner- as much as I hated to admit it, Elizabeth had taken her sides and she now had herself to look out for.

She had made the worst enemy out of all the classified spy agencies in the USA. Although unknown by most, MAGIC had a hand in some of the most well known turns in American history- bringing down Al Qaeda, bombing the Islamic terrorists out of their little Wii Fi decked caves and putting the United States of America back into the most feared and respected country in the world.

But we wouldn’t have done any of that in the past five years without Elizabeth’s help. Her MIT’s diploma and superb hacking skills were what got her and her code breaking genius sister onto MAGIC’s radar.

And now look at the mess we were currently in.