Spy Of My Life

Chapter Six

“- Am I being recruited as a spy?

Which government?

You do know I’m Arab, right?”

I try my best to conceal the excitement. Being a spy was my dream since I was a kid. I stare at “Dan and Don”, wide-eyed, waiting for an answer. Don starts smirking, looks at Dan, and says: “Go on! Tell her!

-Well, Miss Ameen, you have great observation skills. But before I get into details, are you okay with the conclusion you came up with?

-So far so good. Please, tell me what’s going on!

-Okay. Sofia, Don and I work for the CIA. Don was one of the men who tried to “kidnap” you earlier. We prefer our meetings in private.” Don cuts him off:

“-We didn’t mean to scare you, we just didn’t expect you to run for the hills, you know. Good instincts by the way!” He says with a wide smile and a wink. Dan clears his throat, and continues:

“- We have been keeping an eye on you since you stepped on USA territory. You’re an intelligent girl, I’m sure you know that. That’s one of the reasons why the Company is interested in you. We have also been made aware of your accomplishments in your country.

One other reason is your origin. You’re a Moroccan living in France, so you speak Arabic and French, and English of course. You also speak Spanish. We need someone with your language skills and your looks.

We think you can be an asset to the American government. You’re quick to your feet, and you’re not bad looking either. Your academic background will be of use too.

If you agree, you will start your six-month training right away. If not, you will sign a non-disclosure agreement on your way out, and we wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors. So, Miss Ameen, what will it be?”

My inner self is jumping up and down, but all I do is give a polite smile and say: “I’m in. Can I go home and pack?”

“It’s already done. There’s a van waiting for you outside to take you to the Farm. Tomorrow is Initiation Day. You start your training the day after tomorrow.

Oh, and we will need to cover your face. Security measures.”

I nod my head in agreement. I can’t believe what’s going on right now. Is this really happening? Am I really becoming a spy? Guess I don’t need that job anymore.

Suck it, Samantha Bradford!

(End of flashback)