Phyre Gunner: The Spy (Editing Process)

Phyre Gunner. Teenager. Rebel. Spy. Troublemaker. Genius. American. Genetically Perfect.

After the passing of her father, Phyre became the imperfect daughter. After too many detentions and schools, LSA comes looking for the one person that can help them save the world, the same person that is genetically perfect, Phyre Gunner.


24. On The Run


I have no idea where I was, which isn’t as brilliant as it sounds, but then again, I had a repulsive arrogant ass behind me with a gun and a team determined to find me. 


“Phyre.” My ear piece said. 

“Adam?” I questioned. 

“Yes, where are you?” Adam questioned. 

“Lost.” I replied. “Lost in the middle of the Forest. Do you have Mr. Right?”

“I am here Phyre.”  Mr. Right said and I sighed. “You escaped from the house right?”

“Yes sir.” I replied. “I went north from my room.” 

“Keep going, three more feet and then turn left.” Mr. Right said. “You’re going to get to the village, there go to the third house on the left side, blue color and looks abandoned.”

“There what will I find?” I questioned. 

“Material.” Mr. Right replied. “Lose the earpiece and get a new one.”

“Of course.” I replied. “Any other further instruction-” Gun shot. “Bye!” I shouted and threw the earpiece away. 


I threw myself on the floor and crawled to hide behind a tree to find a way to make some sort of distraction so that I could run away from him into the place where Mr. Right had told me. 


“You can’t hide forever.” Allan shouted. “I will find you and kill you.”


I gulped and grabbed a rock and threw it. 


“Not going anywhere!” He shouted and shot near my ear. 

“Holy fuck!” I shouted and sprinted again towards the village.

“Come back here Gunner!” Allan shouted. “Your destiny is just like your fathers! To be dead if you don’t tell us the secrets!”


What secrets? Seriously what secrets? The only secrets I have, are the ones of being a spy that I had to keep from the people I spoke with. I have no other secrets that he might want to kno-


Oh this is serious. 


I stopped dead on tracks as I entered the village. I followed Mr. Rights directions and got to the secure house. I needed to get out of here as fast as I could, if Allan was following, I was sure that he was going to find me. 


I packed a bag and cleaned myself before trying to find another place to run away. I can’t believe that I moved from California, where I was safe, and now here in London where I was supposed to be working to save the world, I am being hunted. 


Hell, life just got interesting.


I grabbed the bag and turned to the window.


Time to become the runaway.

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