Strategy

SEVENTEEN

"WHY? Why does it have to be me..? Cant a junior agent do stupid stuff like stalking?"

Calm down 001. If I'm assigning you on a project, it's because I see you as the right person for it. I don't like to argue with you or anyone else on assignments, it goes like, "I assign you, you do it." That's it. No more arguments. You may leave. 

"Argh. Why're you still treating me like a baby? I'm the top agent here for God's sake! Can I have an interesting assignment which involves some bloodshed?" I yelled again, rolling my eyes.  

"Because, you are still a baby in the eyes of the government. You're 17!! It doesn't matter if you're Agent 001 or not. Just do what I say, and get out of here! You're giving me a migraine!!" 

I stared into his eyes once before I fetched the assignment file and left his oh-so-clean CEO room. It's always like this.. Why am I Agent 001 even? I always have to do the dumbest jobs.. well technically not always but why this time??

As I walked through the corridor, which smelt weirdly like a mixture of lemongrass, blood and clean hospitals, I flipped through the pages of the assignment file.

The first page had some headshots and some blurry images of the gang leader I presume? But why does it feel like I've seen him before? I've never mingled with Asian mafias before have I?

I pushed the thought aside as I kicked open the door to my cramped capsule room and threw the file on the table, before turning my cupboard upside down to pack up for my next mission. 

Oh wait, I never introduced myself right? I'm Agent 001, and I go by a lot of names, in general, I go be Olivia Hardens. I'm 17 years old, and I've been in the NAUA, or the North American Undercover Agency, for over 10 years, meaning I came here first when I was 7. I passed the highest level examinations, and was promoted to this post, and I usually get interesting mission, but this one is a bit lame. Who would wanna stalk a 20 year old..?

I should probably pack my pepper spray in case he decides to be a pervert; the boss didn't want me to even accidentally kill the guy right..? 

After I finished packing mostly random and useless things, that are suggested in the Agency booklet, I jumped on my bed, and stared at the ceiling. What would a normal teenager be doing now..? I can wonder, but I know very well that I won't be able to attain it in this lifetime. My teen years are almost over. What's the use of procrastination?

I was starting to think I had a slight case of insomnia, because I never seem to sleep, and when I do, I always wake up sweating head to toe and screaming some name. These nightmares are damn mfs I swear.

But what to do? I turned to my side, and stared at the low wall clock. Maybe its ticking would help me sleep. Tick-tock.. sigh.