A/N Right guys, i have had a few messages saying that the actor i casted for Faith didnt really work for them, and a few of you have said you've rather have Taylor Momsen as she was a better fit for her, so i have changed it and she now plays the part of Faith :D

Also, i know its taken a long time for her to actually go back to her hometown, but in order to the story to make sense and not seem to rushed things need to be cleared up before she goes back.

But i promise you, the next chapte she is back in the hometown starting the new mission AND she comes face to face with one of her friends! so please keep reading, next chapter will also have a lot more action in it!

Enjoy!

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I sipped my coffee slowly in the silence of my living room. It was 8am and I had been awake for around half an hour, I was currently in my pyjama shorts and the hoodie that I just can’t seem to throw away, sat on my sofa not bothering to switch on the TV and just enjoyed being there on my own. Getting up this early was nothing new for me, I found lie ins now almost impossible as I had a hard enough time sleeping in the first place. To be honest, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I became an agent.

None of the other guys were up yet, I heard Chris snoring as I walked past his room this morning. Connor and Drake must be asleep as well because when I got back from the mission last night I did not see Connor on the sofa watching his usual crappy reality TV that involved a lot of idiots drinking and fighting.

Connor and Drake were both agents too. As soon as I joined the agency, I was obviously not allowed to go home while I trained so I had moved in with Chris and his two housemates, Drake and Harry. Harry was also an agent, but he was killed on a mission around 6 months after I moved in, and he was quickly replaced by Connor. That was how the agency worked. They never exceeded the number of agents and always had 20, but as soon as one died they would recruit the next one in mere days.

I had been living with the guys for almost 3 years now in this 5 bed roomed house. I was surprised by how big the house was when I first moved in considering Chris was 18 at the time, Drake was 20 and Harry was only 17, but The Agency paid well therefore the young lads could afford a house like this. Connor was only 16 like me when he was recruited, and you could tell he was the youngest. By that, I don’t just mean by age. He had been in the firm for less time than the rest of us, and the novelty of being an assassin has not worn off.

Connor liked the idea of being a badass spy, whereas the rest of our attitudes to it were a little differently. To me, Drake and Chris it was a burden, not a novelty. But after 3 years of living with it, you put up with it. Chris has been in the firm now for over 4 years, and Drake had beat us all by serving a whopping 6 years here. That was pretty impressive considering that you are lucky to survive past 3.

So, anyway to clear it up I lived with 3 other guys who are all part of The Agency. Chris Jackson who was 21 and was my partner. Drake Compton was 23 and his partner was 19 year old Connor Saturday.

I took another sip of my coffee as I heard the footsteps approach the living room/kitchen. The room was huge and on one side was a dining room table and chairs where the kitchen side was, and the living room side was separated with the 4 seat sofa with a coffee table in front and a 52inch plasma screen TV. There were 1 single seat sofa and a love seat as well. It sounded like way to many seats for only 4 people, but the house was 75% male which meant that Xbox was a big part of this house, and having different seating options gave them more of an angle when they were playing. That was their explanation anyway.

I found it hard to believe the people I’m talking about are actually deadly assassins.

I turned my head as I heard the footsteps come into the kitchen, and looked up to see Drake and Connor walk in, looking pretty beat up. Drake has dried blood on one side of his face and all over his clothes, while Connor was clutching the top of his arm with a pained expression. His top was sizzled, like it had been burned.

“What the hell happened to you two?” I asked.

“We went to finish that hacker job last night.” Drake replied.

“Turns out the nerds really do know how to secure their house.” Connor added sourly, wincing at the pain in his arm.

“To be fair superman over here thought it was going to be a bunch of spotty greasy haired teenage boys playing World of War craft, therefore just stormed straight in there with blazing guns.” Drake informed me, shaking his head at Connors stupidity.

“I didn’t know they had a trip wire!” Connor defended, and I laughed. The trip wire explosives explain why Connors top looks sizzled. He’s probably burned the side of his arm as well. He would be fine; he wouldn’t even need to go to the infirmary. The first AID kit in the bathroom will be enough.

“So did you finish the job?” I questioned.

Connor and Drake exchanged a knowing smirk, and turned back to me.

“Of course.” Drake said smugly.

“And you want to know the irony of it all?” Connor asked, the smirk still playing on his lips. I gave them a curious look, indicating them to carry on. “One hacker died by being strangled with a computer mouse wire, and the other had his head slammed through a computer and sort of electrocuted himself.”

I laughed and shook my head. That did sound like Drake and Connor; they would go for the interesting kill and always try and avoid the basic one. Our laughter was cut short as I hear my phone vibrate on the coffee table. I leaned over to grab my phone, and opened the message.

“Ed?” Drake asked from behind me while I read the text.

“Yup.” I replied, getting to my feet and walking to the sink. I dumped the remaining coffee in there, and left the cup for one of the boys to wash up.

Chris walked through the door a few seconds later in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair all over the place and rubbing his eyes while yawning like a wild animal.

“Get the text from Ed?” I asked him.

“Huh huh.” He replied, stretching to wake him up fully. He slumped his arms by his side and looked at me. “Time to get to work then I’m guessing.”

I nodded, and walked to my room to get ready.



From: Ed Cray

Message: Get in the office ASAP. New file has come in, new job for the both of you.

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“Sorry to call you in this early.” Ed said as we walked into his office.

“No you’re not.” I stated sitting on the chair at his desk and putting my feet up on it. He shrugged, as if to say I was right. Chris took a seat next to me, not getting quite as comfortable as I was.

“How are you both this morning?” Ed asked, staring between me and Chris.

I sighed impatiently “Cut the crap and just tell us the job.” I told him, getting fed up of his act of caring. Let’s just say me and Ed don’t always see eye to eye. The bitterness I have for him will always be there, no matter how many years go by. Ed gave me a warning look, and Chris just remained silent. I knew he agreed with me, because Ed really didn’t give a crap about how we were. As long as the missions were completed, he wouldn’t lose sleep if we lived or died through them.

“So much hostility...” He muttered, taking a couple of folders from the side of his desk and throwing them to me and Chris. I bit my tongue from commenting, even though I got away with a lot I knew there was only so much Ed would stand for.

Me and Chris opened the files, and began reading through the information.

“A drug lord has been growing and distributing their stuff all over a nearby town.” Ed explained, sitting on his chair and leaning back “They have a few underground factories where they grow their crops, but they’re not your average drug lords.”

“What do you mean?” Chris asked.

“They’re not just stationing shady dealers in the corner of the streets to distribute, their going all out to make sure they tackle every aspect of their market. Their dealers are stationed all over town and they are your average upstanding citizens. I mean their recruiting teachers, doctors, shop assistants, police officers etc to sell the merchandise on the sly on a daily basis.” Ed explained “I mean people can go into a freaking starbucks and walk out with an ounce of coke. Teachers are selling their students a bag of weed in the middle of biology.”

I was a little stunned. I have never heard of an entire town that had drug dealers stationed in every normal environment you could think of.

“How is this being allowed to happen, I mean I’m pretty sure a teacher dealing in the middle of the classroom won’t exactly go unnoticed.” I pointed out.

“It is noticed.” Ed confirms “But this drug lord is a powerful man. The people who want these drugs are well aware of who he is and what he is capable of. The witnesses of these deals keep their mouth shut and they don’t end up with a bullet in their head for ratting the whereabouts of the dealers. And police are no use as a good percent of them are in on it.”

“So you just want us to kill this drug lord of the dickheads?” I ask.

Ed shakes his head “It’s not just him you have to deal with. This guy has an entire army, equipped with a lot of heavy firepower. You not only need to take him out, but also find the whereabouts of the dealers around the town. We have a tip that there are 6 or 7 major places where the dealers are stationed, which include local shops, a school and even the hospital. Basically, you need to go on a wipe out mission.” Ed finishes.

I smile slightly. I’m liking the sound of this job, the last one he gave me with that bomb woman was so freaking easy I debated on whether to piss off a group of thugs who I saw on the way home. I mean all she did was attempt to fight me off with a knife, and her 7 year old son probably had a better swing that her.

I should probably keep that in mind for the future actually; if that kid decided to get payback for his murdered mother I should probably be expecting a visit. Actually, to be fair I will probably be dead in a few years. Agents have a very short life span.

“Is this like your version of treating your kids to Disneyland?” I ask him, smiling wider.

He laughs at my comment “Only you can compare wiping out a drug lords army with a trip to Disney land.” He chuckles “And even though you will both be on this job, Faith you will be in charge of it.”

I fur my brows in confusion “Why?” He has sent me in charge of missions before, but that was when I was working them alone.

“Because we need someone who knows the town in and out. You’re the one that does; therefore you have a good insight on where everything is as well as the locals.” He explains, his eyes glittering with amusement like he knows something we don’t.

I nod in understanding, flicking through the file again “Fair enough. So where is this job then?” As soon as the words escape my mouth, I find the page of the file where the location is stated. My mouth falls open a little and my breathing gets caught in my throat.

Watford, London.

“You’re taking a trip back home Faith. Just like you always wanted to.” Ed tells me, and even though my eyes are not on him, I can see the self-righteous smirk on his face. “Only this time when you go back you’ll have a gun and be killing a few dealers and a drug lord.” He added, and I could see just how much he was enjoying this.

After all the years of snide remarks towards him and the sarcastic comments, he was seeing this as karma coming back to hit me in the face. He knew that I would finally get to go home to where my friends and family were; only I would not be able to speak or see any of them.

“The coincidence of this is quite funny actually. Isn’t the anniversary of your death coming up Faith?” Chris asks me, laughing at how stupid that just sounded.

How could I speak or see my friends and family when they all thought I was dead?

“Yeah.” I replied, my voice horse “3 years next week.”

“If they have a memorial or something to celebrate-sorry I mean mourn 3 years without you, then you could show up with a bottle of wine and join the event.” Ed suggests sarcastically, and I feel my finger twitch towards the butterfly knife strapped to my ankle that I kept there for emergencies. Slicing his throat seemed like an extreme emergency right now. If it wasn’t for the fact that there were two security guards outside that would take me out as soon as a drop of Ed’s blood touched the floor, I would have done just that.

You see, when I was recruited 3 years ago, I never had a chance to go back home and see my family or friends again. In order to solve the missing person’s case that my parents put out on me when I never returned home, the agency pulled a few strings and a week later the body of Faith Mitchell was found in a house fire. The body was so burned up it was unrecognisable, and because the firm can basically do what they wanted, they were able to forge some paperwork and say the dental records matched mine.

Faith Mitchell died at the age of 16 in the eyes of her friends and Family.

But in reality, the body belonged to a target that was taken out and just used in order to stop people to come and look for me. My ID’s now had the name Faith Morgan on them; I had to change my name for things like a bank account etc. The Agency sorted out a birth certificate for me, passport and driving licence to make it look like Faith Morgan was a real person. Who I really was.

To be fair, every time I got a new mission I would have to have a different name and be someone new. I would have fake ID after fake ID.

I forgot who I really was a long time ago.



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