12:04
New York, New York
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"Yes! Just like that! Perfect! Absolutely wonderful! Now give me a pouty face! Yes! Now bored!"
That last one wasn't too hard considering how long I had been posing for this photographer. Alicia Brenner is the best photographer in the business but god she's annoying. That's coming from someone who has to play an overly preppy, happy, girly-girl whenever she's in public. "Alright, Skylar, I've got everything I need! You can go change now!" As soon as those words leave Alicia's mouth I feel a surge of relief; I nod and leave the room as fast as I can, while maintaining my happy attitude. Once I'm out of the room I am immediately approached by a young male assistant carrying my blue silk robe with a white floral pattern. Seeing how nervous he is I decide to thank him with a giggle and kiss on the cheek.
He immediately blushes and walks away looking at the ground. Giggling once again I keep a smile pasted on my face as I slip on my robe and start towards my dressing room. I don't usually use a robe but since today I was doing a Victoria Secret shoot I felt it would be appropriate.
Once in my dressing room I grabbed the clothes I came in and changed into them. I wore a plain black crop top that ties around my neck with light green jean shorts and black gladiator sandals. Looking into the mirror I fluffed up my light blonde hair, double checked to make sure my scars and tattoos were still covered, and slipped on my backpack and sunglasses. With one final glance in the mirror I took a deep breath, pasted on a smile and walked out the door. My smile never once left my face as I greeted everyone around me on my way to the elevator.
When I finally reached my destination I immediately noticed that the machine was on the bottom floor and since I was on the 20th I calculated that it would take at least a minute and a half to reach my floor. As I looked around I decided it would be better to walk down 20 flights of stairs than stay here and risk one of these people starting a conversation with me.
Now any normal person would begin to regret taking the stairs after the 6th flight but I am not just any person I'm a highly trained spy and assassin so this is nothing. My handlers in Russia used to make me run 10 miles through Moscow everyday as a warm up.
When I finally reached the 1st floor I mentally prepared myself for the onslaught of questions from the reporters stationed outside the building. I strode through the lobby smiling at the nice old lady behind the reception desk before exiting the building and entering the shit storm of reporters outside.
The bright flashes would have blinded me if not for my specially designed sunglasses. I smile and wave at the photographers and answer some of their questions on my way to my galaxy Lamborghini.
After I pull onto the highway heading to my house I receive a call from the Director of the CIA, David Williams. Accepting the call, I greet him "Hey David, what's up?" I can practically hear his frown when he responds
"I need you to come into the office, immediately."
"I'll be there in an hour."
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1:05
Langley, Virginia
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An hour later I stepped out of my small Gulfstream G150 jet, this time without a smile on my face, and was greeted by Agent Amanda Richardson. "Agent Ramazanova, nice of you to finally show up."
"Agent Richardson, always a pleasure." I retort walking passed without sparring her a glance. Neither of us try to start a conversation as we approach the headquarters of the CIA.
The walk from the hangar to the building itself is relatively short but any amount of time spent with Amanda Richardson is largely unenjoyable. She walks me all the way to the Directors office as though she thinks I'm going to run off. When we finally reach the door I walk in without knocking only to be greeted with the slightly apologetic face of the Director.
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"No, no, no! David, listen to me, I graduated high school when I was 2 and I have 20 PhD's. So why can't you find some other agent to do this mission?" I exclaim, my Russian accent growing thick.
"No one else has the connections and experience that you do. Plus, you're only 18 and already very well known." He counters.
"Exactly I'm well known, what will people think when someone as successful as I am, out of the blue, decides to go to high school, during senior year no less!" I respond.
He contemplates that for a moment before formulating a response. "They won't have to think, because you will make an announcement to let everyone know that you are going to high school so that you can experience what it's like to be a normal teenager." Frustrated I grab the mission file from his desk and march out of his office.
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Once back in the safety of my, still grounded, jet I begin to go over the file.
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Mission: Seduce, extract information from, and kill the target and his father.
Mission Length: 2 months
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Target: Cristiano Mancini (Living)
Age: 18
Birthday: January 12, 1998
Hair Color: Brown (Dyed Black)
Eye Color: Brown (Green Contacts)
Hair Length: Medium
Skin Color: Tan; Olive
Nationality: Italian-American
Weight: 190 lb.
Height: 6' 2"
Father: Danilo Mancini (Living)
Mother: Marilyn Rose Carter-Mancini (Deceased)
Siblings: None
Background: Mother died of cancer when he was 8 and a month later Father joined Camorra. He learned to street fight so that he could intimidate the other kids at school.
Schooling: Passed each grade because Father paid of school administrators. Attends Los Angeles High School in California.
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Targets Father: Danilo Mancini (Living)
Age: 47
Birthday: December 27, 1967
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Very Tan; Olive
Nationality: Italian
Weight: 200 lb.
Height: 6' 0"
Father: Emilio Mancini (Deceased)
Mother: Alma Mancini (Deceased)
Brother: Roberto Mancini (Deceased)
Sister: Ariana Mancini (Deceased)
Spouse: Marilyn Rose Carter-Mancini (Deceased)
Background: Mother died of cancer when he was 9, Sister died of cancer when he was 19, Father and Brother shot and killed in police raid 13 years ago, Spouse died of cancer when he was 38.
Schooling: Barely graduated high school, graduated college with a Bachelor in Business.
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Laughing to myself I head to the small bedroom at the back of the plane to change into something more comfortable. I can't believe they think it's going to take a whole 2 months for me to complete this mission.
Once I've changed into my sweater and jeans I hop in the pilot seat and prepare for flight. "Langley Tower, Bray is ready for takeoff, request back-track."
I have to wait only seconds for the controller's response. "Bray, back-track approved. Cleared takeoff Runway 19."
I reply "Cleared takeoff Runway 19, Bray." And head for Runway 19.
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Teen FictionSkylar Bray is a model, actress, trillionaire, and-most importantly-a cover. Skylar Bray's real name is Katia Ramazanova and on her 18th birthday the CIA sends her on a mission to retrieve information from Cristiano Mancini, a student at Los Angeles...
