Fatal Trust

All I did was break a couple boys noses.

I was just 12 years old.

But that didn't matter to them, the CIA.

They recruited me. They told me that what they saw wasn't like anything they'd ever seen. I was so confused. That's when they showed me the video footage from one of the schools many security cameras. I was standing opposite the two boys. Brothers. One with brown hair and dark greenish grey eyes, the other blonde with brown eyes. They were snickering at me, I was cornered on the playground. The one with brown hair pushed me.

I watched as the scene played out. It felt weird to see this past action that occurred only yesterday.

I snapped and diver at the boy. I swiped his legs from under him in a swift movement my fist connecting with his nose as he went down which broke it easily. The blonde came at me but I ducked and punched the boy in the gut. He doubled over and I leaped into the air, spun and kicked him in the face, breaking his nose as well. After that I brushed myself off and walked away.

"You have talent. Those moves were executed perfectly. Were you trained by someone?" The head of the CIA asked.

"Of course not. It just came to me. Like it was completely natural. I've never done it before." I replied with narrowed eyes.

"You're just what we need." The head of the CIA smiled widely. That's when my life began.

I was trained in fighting and weaponry. I soon was the best in the CIA, both junior and senior. Sometimes the older agents came to me for help.

When I turned 18 the government agency in New York rang me. They wanted to hire me. They knew I was good and said they could use someone with my skills. I wanted to leave New Orleans behind, try something new so I agreed. I went to New York. The agents were kind, caring, welcoming. There was a girl my age. She too was a brilliant agent. She however was even better than me. The best in the whole agency and the best that there has ever been. Her name, Carey Hast. We became best friends, often going out on missions together. We were unbeatable.

Until the Arlos were added to the equation.

We were 19. During a charity part event where I was watching over Taylor and Antonio Masters who were with Carey I never saw him. Neither did any of the other Agents. Adrian Arlo, heir to the Arlo throne shot Taylor five times, killing her on the spot. Carey was knocked out cold and Adrian disappeared without a trace. I hunted him. Needing to find him. It was impossible. He was gone.

Carey left the agency. Saying she couldn't handle it. She however stayed on call, just in case she was needed. She was given all rights of an agent and if she needed help the agency would help. I kept in touch with her as much as I could but as time went on we grew distant and rarely contacted each other.

Pity. We were a great team and it just isn't the same without her. Life is harder at the agency. Nobody gets me like she did. Nobody was at my level even though I was younger than almost every one of them. There are no good points about Carey leaving. Not one.

I get more missions than before. Because Carey isn't here to do them. I've been to 185 different countries, I can hack into almost anything, I'm fluent in 17 languages and am capable of killing a full grown man with a stick of uncooked or even cooked spaghetti. I can walk the streets yet nobody would know I'm there and there would be no record of me being there, not even a piece of security footage. I'm untraceable. The second best to ever live. Carey being the first. I see her around sometimes. I do my best to hide. Nobody ever knows I'm there except for her. She can always find me. Whenever I watch her she always sends me a ghost of a smile or a slight nod of her head. I don't know how she does it. She sees straight through my camouflage every time. Every time I'm around her she sees me or sends me the slightest signal, telling me that she knows I'm there, her skill never ceases to amaze me.

One day when I was 21 I was in Cairo on a mission. A deadly arms dealer was meeting with his biggest client, a member of the Japanese Mafia. I was posted on top of a building, watching the meeting take place through the scope of my sniper. My mission was to see what kind of weapons the arms dealer is handing away before shooting the arms dealer and following the mafia member. As I watched a rocket launcher being handed over I'm shocked to see the faint glimmer of a red laser light on the back of the mafia member.

The arms dealer takes the end of the rocket launcher off and pulls out a bag filled with a white substance. Something told me it wasn't cocaine or anything like that. I then remembered that these weapons were stolen in a poppy field. "He's dealing opium as well." I gasp. There's the slightest spray of blood and the mafia member drops to the ground dead, bullet straight through the head. Before the arms dealer runs out of view I shoot him dead.

Looking around I can't find the other shooter. I stood and turned around to come face to face to a man with messy brown hair and dark eyes. He stood watching me, his arms crossed. "Samantha Thomas?" He asks and I narrow my eyes.

"Who wants to know?"

"Alex Derek. IMF." He replies casually and I dismantle my gun. He was telling the truth.

"What does an Impossible Mission Force member want with me?" I say as I put my gun into my bag and walk to the edge of the building.

"I was assigned a mission." He replies and I look back at him.

"A mission involving me I assume?"

"You assume correctly." He says and I smirk.

"Well I need to go clean up the mess that's been made. If you want me you'll have to catch me and that's an impossible mission in itself." I chuckle. Unless your Carey. I add in my head before jumping off the building and landing in the window of the one across from me.

I walk out the door before running down the stairs and out onto the street. A silver car sat down the road. I salute to it before slinging my bag over my shoulder and running. This is one of the things that I can do better than Carey. I'm the fastest recorded runner out of every agent. The car starts and speeds after me. I turn down an alley with a dead end and scale the wall, climbing up onto the roof. I run along it and leap from building to building. Skidding to a stop on the roof of the building beside the meeting spot I scowl and curse to see the bodies and weapons were gone. All that was there was two small patches of blood.

I jump down and spin to face Alex Derek. "What was this mission you had to complete to do with me?" I snarl as I drop my bag and slowly inch closer.

"To hire you. The IMF needs your assistance. We suspect there's a mole in the government agency you work for. Someone who sold the agency out to the Arlos. You interested?" He asks as he backs away, fear crossing his face as I scowl at him.

I stop and look at him in shock before smiling wickedly. "From Junior CIA, to government agency, to IMF. Sounds good to me. I'm in." I say and he smiles. The silver car pulls up and two other men step out. "Welcome to the IMF Miss Thomas." They say and I shake their hands.

I hunt.

This is my work.

I help the people.

This is my life.

I work for the government and the IMF.

This will be my downfall.

Samantha sat perched high in the shadows of one of the few windows in the Russian prison. She held a gun in her hand and watched a solid steel door closely. It was the only one with no windows. For a good reason too. She whistled loudly and shot the door. The sound echoed loudly throughout the prison.

She pulled out a remote and pressed the small red button. The door blew off it's hinges and fell with a bang. Guards appeared and ran towards the open door. Samantha laughed silently sand took them out. Slowly three males emerged from the room and looked around cautiously. A father and his two sons, Alex and Owen Arthur. They were 22 and 23. Owen being the eldest.

Samantha pressed the green button on the remote and a wire ladder fell from the ceiling. One end hooked perfectly onto the railing and the other fell down many stories to the floor. "What's going on?" Alex asks and looks around, trying to spot their helper.

Suddenly a wave of guards came running. "Quick. No more questions, climb down the ladder." The father yells. The boys do as their told. As the guards gets closer Samantha presses the blue button and all the cell doors on that floor open. The guards freeze on the spot as the inmates walk from their cells. Quickly the father climbs after his sons. Samantha smiles slightly before grabbing a rope and jumping, as she fell she shot all the guards who appeared. She stopped at the same level to the sons. The ladder had stopped so they climbed onto the level. There was a singe door. On it was written in bright red paint was 'Mrs Arthur. Wife and Mother of two. The father gets onto the level and hurries to the door.

"Don't take another step." A man growls. Samanthas body went cold at the voice. She looks towards the voice to see a man with a gun pointed at the father. "Don't bother shooting me helper. Bullet proof pads." He adds and Samantha lets out a laugh. "If I did try shoot you then it would go straight through your forehead. I knew you wold be here so I have a special plan for you." She pushes of the wall and flies through the air, landing on the floor below. Samantha made sure her hood was secure before she walked to the stairs and climbed up silently till she stood behind the man, her head down. "A woman? What you gonna do? Give me a spanking?" The man taunts as he turns to face her.

"You wish." Samantha sneered as she ran towards him. He shot at her but she dodged, jumping up the wall and flipping over him. She landed and sliced through the back of his neck with a knife. He fell limp to the ground. She raised her hand and pressed the yellow button and the door to the single cell opens.

"What is going on? How did we escape?" A woman asks and Samantha turns slowly, keeping her head down.

She saw a beautiful woman hug the father and two sons closely. The three males turn and face me. The woman looks at me and smiles.

"Thank you." She says and she bows low.

They think it's just a bow but her hand slips to her boot. She stands and flings razor blades towards them. They fly past the four and each hit an individual guard. Samantha spins and grabs the dead mans gun. "This way." she calls and the four race over and Samantha leads the way. She takes down each and every guard that comes their way. As she passes a small ed button she presses it and every cell door swings open, the inmates walking from their cells as floods of guards appear. "How are you doing this?" Owen asks.

Samantha doesn't answer. She just spins and throws a knife which takes down a guard just behind them. "Practice." She grumbles before shooting at a window. It shatters to reveal a helicopter. "Quick. Get on. They'll take you to safety." Samantha urges as she stops.

"What about you?" The woman asks.

"I walked in here as a Russian general so that's how I'm gonna walk out."

Samantha replies quietly.

"Thank you." The woman smiles kindly.

"Quickly darling." The father calls from the helicopter. Suddenly the whole prison begins to shake and the woman slips and falls.

Samantha grabs her hand and holds on so she doesn't fall to her death. "Mum!" Alex and Owen yell.

"Stay in the helicopter." Samantha snaps.

Bullets fly and she gasps as they hit her but she refuses to let go. Bullet after bullet pierces her body all over. "Go." Samantha screams and the helicopter flies away with the to screaming sons.

"Let go my dear. Save yourself." The woman says calmly.

"No. My mission was to save all of you." Samantha winces as yet another bullet hits her.

The woman lets go of Samanthas hand and she begins to slip. Samantha flings back her hood and looks the woman in the eye. "I can't have you die." She says desperately.

"It's alright. Now go." The woman smiles sadly and slips completely from Samanthas grip. She screams as she looks down at the womans dead body.

The shooting had stopped and all was silent and Samantha looked down at the woman. Blood was seeping from her wounds. "Nowhere to run now." A voice says and someone grabs her arm.

Samantha turns and twist throwing the person over the railing before running towards the window. She jumps just as a helicopter flies by and grabs on. She pulls herself in and begins to cry as a woman begins to dress her wounds.

"You saved three of the Arthurs Samantha. That's better that anyone else could have done on their own. She was the one to let go." Alex says from the front of the helicopter.

"But I still let her die." Samantha snaps.

"At a cost. Look at you. You were so full of adrenaline, emotions, hormones, you never noticed just how many bullets you took. I can count 15." The woman dressing her wounds says and Samantha suddenly feels all the pain at once and blacks out.

Samantha Thomas

"Alex?" I gasp in shock when I turn the corner and spot the IMF agent talking to Mr Clint, the goverment agency boss.

They turn to face me and Alex smirks. "Ah. Samantha. Come meet a possible new agent, Derekden Charles." Mr Clint says with a smile and I hold in a laugh.

"Derekden Charles? Have I met you before? You seem familiar." I say slyly and Alex rolls his eyes.

"I don't think you have. That may have been my cousin." He says and I snort in amusement. Mr Clint looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "Would you please give him a tour Samantha?" He says and I nod. Mr Clint walks off and I narrow my eyes at Alex.

"What the hell are you doing her Alex?" I hisses lowly as I led him through the large building. The older female agents look at him with interest.

"Because I had urgent news to tell you. Some good and some bad." He replies as he looks around.

"What?" I ask and pull him into my office, shutting and locking the door firmly.

"Good news is about Mrs Arthur." Alex says and I glare daggers at him. "I made you swear not to ever bring her or that mission up ever again." I growled.

"Sorry but I just saw her autopsy results." He says and I roll my eyes. "Yeah. She fell to her death because I dropped her." I snap.

"She was dying Samantha. You saved her from a very painful death." Alex said quietly and I spin to face him.

"What?" I yelp.

"They had been pumping lethal amounts of Nitrogen into her body everyday. It was killing her very painfully. When she fell she died instantly. No pain. She knew she was dying. She only had days left to live. You saved her from dying in her families arms. They didn't have to see her die." Alex said as he put his hands on my shoulders.

"I did?" I whisper as tears filled my eyes but didn't fall.

"Yes. You did. Now for the bad news." Alex let go and stepped back quickly, his cheeks flushed slightly.

"What news can be worse than the news I get every day." I laugh dryly as I wipe away my tears.

"A Russian Assassin Cartel of over 400 assassins has moved to the US and are looking for the Arthurs. News is they have a powerful new leader with skills beyond imagination." He replies darkly and I stiffen.

"Oh shit." I curse under my breath.

"Yup. But they aren't heading straight for them. They'll looking for other people on their hit list. The more important ones. Each has a personal list that they are going to follow. There is one thing that each and every list has in common. Their number 1 target." Alexs expression goes Arthur cold and I gulp nervously.

I already know what he's going to say and it isn't good.

"You."

I sat on the roof of my house and looked out over the sea with a sigh, the rising moons reflection glowing on the surface. "What are you doing up here?" Alex says from behind me and I hug my knees.

He walks over and sits beside me. "Are you okay?" He asks softly and I close my eyes.

"What do you think Alex? I'm number one on every single list of the Russian assassins. Do you really think I'd be running on the beach laughing and playing in the water?" I snarl unhappily and he cringes. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault. It's an occupational hazard really. I'm wanted dead by many, many people and groups. Whats one more group?" I sigh and bury my head in my knees.

"Samantha it's my fault. They're after you because of the Russian prison incident. Many of those guards and men you killed were part of this group. If I hadn't sent you then you wouldn't be wanted dead by these people." Alex says and I look at him.

"But then someone else will be. I'm the best agent you have. Second best to ever live. If you sent someone else it would have been 99% likely that they and the other Arthurs would have died. It's your job to choose the best agent for the job. It just happened to be me. I'll be fine." I say with a sigh.

"It won't stop me from trying to kill as many of the assassins as I can before they get to you." Alex says seriously and I hug him briefly.

"Thank you Alex. A quick question. If I'm on their lists are you?" I ask and he shrugs.

"Number 3 most wanted. Two before you." He replies.

"Then I'll just have to kill as many assassins as I can before they get to you." I say with a smile and he returns it.

"You really are the best agent we have Samantha. I'm glad I found you in Cairo." He says softly and I lean my head on his shoulder.

"I know."

He laughs and puts an arm around my shoulder. We watch the moon rising slowly into the sky, faint stars glittering in the sky among the clouds. It was a calm, beautiful night. It may be my last with the assassins after me. It may even be my last night in general. I'm glad I can share it with a friend.

I just wish I could tell Carey though. She'd know what to do. Together the assassins would be gone in weeks. But she can't know. If she finds out about what I do, what I did, she'd be on the assassins list too and I can't do that.

She needs to stay safe. Safe from the deadly people who are after me. People who will stop at nothing to fulfill their mission, to kill their target. I can only hope that the assassins list is long. Really long. So then I can have more time to kill them all before they can kill me and Alex. Oh god I hope this list is long. I don't want them to come after me.