First Chapter.
Here's my first chapter ever..
I think no one will ever read it, but I will put it up anyway.
*****
“So you want me to follow him” Stella said, swinging her in leather clad legs as she sat on the desk. “Why?”.
Her superior, James, sighed. Stella was an amazing person to work with. Not the most easy one at times, but the most sensible one when it came to dangerous situations. Maybe her time at the Mossad had something to do with that. When you handed her the file of a mission she transformed from a laughing and joking woman into an deadly professional. She read herself in and stored the information in her head. Most agents at MI5 or MI6 just followed the orders they were given and didn’t dare to ask for any questions. Stella wasn’t one of them.
When the information was given, James could set his watch on when the questions would start.
Two hours after the file was given, like clockwork.
The information in the file was everything she needed to know, but she wanted more.
The first question was always “Why?”.
Why do you want me to follow him? Why do you want me to arrest him? Why do you want me to take him down?
It wasn’t disobedience and it wasn’t her being sentimental, she just wanted to know, out of healthy curiosity, why she had to. Pure interest. Most superiors would order their agents to do their job, what was expected from them or they would be sacked, but James didn’t work that way.
That didn’t made him look like he was soft or anything. He knew his way around his words (when it was necessary in the situation) and outtalked most of the ‘targets’ out there. He was good at hand to hand battles and knew some bad moves (to speak like the last target he knocked down). He could be a hard, cold son of a bitch when he wanted to be and ‘ruled’ over his agents with a firm but fair hand.
Stella was the only one who would put him down when he was in one of his killer moods and Michael, his husband and co-worker always said it reminded him of a vicious little bunny. He still was convinced they conspired against him with some sort of a bet they came up with.
And then again, compared to Stella, they could all be labeled as cute bunnies with pink bows.
Even the most ruthless agents of MI6 were nothing compared to the girl with the green eyes, long red hair and leather outfit. She never went anywhere without her guns and knives and when you were lucky you could see her lift some sables of her back, secured in a leather harness.
With the waving red hair and the way she moved, like a cat, it was a sight to be seen.
They all loved and treated her like a sister, but they also had a lot of respect for her. The things she pulled on the missions that were given to her made even Michael shiver and he always said they were goddamn lucky to have her on the team. It was as if she was made for it. Sure she did some things even James wasn’t too happy with, but he let it slide every occasion. She always got the job done. Fast, quiet and no mercy, at all and she was good at it.
This mission though, would require a whole new side of her…
I think no one will ever read it, but I will put it up anyway.
*****
“So you want me to follow him” Stella said, swinging her in leather clad legs as she sat on the desk. “Why?”.
Her superior, James, sighed. Stella was an amazing person to work with. Not the most easy one at times, but the most sensible one when it came to dangerous situations. Maybe her time at the Mossad had something to do with that. When you handed her the file of a mission she transformed from a laughing and joking woman into an deadly professional. She read herself in and stored the information in her head. Most agents at MI5 or MI6 just followed the orders they were given and didn’t dare to ask for any questions. Stella wasn’t one of them.
When the information was given, James could set his watch on when the questions would start.
Two hours after the file was given, like clockwork.
The information in the file was everything she needed to know, but she wanted more.
The first question was always “Why?”.
Why do you want me to follow him? Why do you want me to arrest him? Why do you want me to take him down?
It wasn’t disobedience and it wasn’t her being sentimental, she just wanted to know, out of healthy curiosity, why she had to. Pure interest. Most superiors would order their agents to do their job, what was expected from them or they would be sacked, but James didn’t work that way.
That didn’t made him look like he was soft or anything. He knew his way around his words (when it was necessary in the situation) and outtalked most of the ‘targets’ out there. He was good at hand to hand battles and knew some bad moves (to speak like the last target he knocked down). He could be a hard, cold son of a bitch when he wanted to be and ‘ruled’ over his agents with a firm but fair hand.
Stella was the only one who would put him down when he was in one of his killer moods and Michael, his husband and co-worker always said it reminded him of a vicious little bunny. He still was convinced they conspired against him with some sort of a bet they came up with.
And then again, compared to Stella, they could all be labeled as cute bunnies with pink bows.
Even the most ruthless agents of MI6 were nothing compared to the girl with the green eyes, long red hair and leather outfit. She never went anywhere without her guns and knives and when you were lucky you could see her lift some sables of her back, secured in a leather harness.
With the waving red hair and the way she moved, like a cat, it was a sight to be seen.
They all loved and treated her like a sister, but they also had a lot of respect for her. The things she pulled on the missions that were given to her made even Michael shiver and he always said they were goddamn lucky to have her on the team. It was as if she was made for it. Sure she did some things even James wasn’t too happy with, but he let it slide every occasion. She always got the job done. Fast, quiet and no mercy, at all and she was good at it.
This mission though, would require a whole new side of her…