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.


37. Prepare


Friday Morning.


I hate Fridays, I have always hated them. They just remind me of the day they announced that my father was dead. I hated them. As I arrived to school I was decided that I was going to learn every single detail of the house so that I could manage to put my plan to the perfect details. 

They had sent me everything there was to know about it, all the cameras, the exists, windows, everything there was, I had it and I had to learn it. 


“Hello.” Brad smiled as I entered our classroom. 

“Hey there.” I smiled sitting down behind him. “Did you finish the report?”

“Yeah.” Brad replied. “What about you?”

“Yes, sir.” I winked. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Of course!” Brad smiled. “My dad wanted to know if you want to come earlier.”

“I’ll have to ask.” I responded. “I’ll text you the answer.” 

“Ditto.” Brad smiled and turned to face the board. 


I took out the printed pages I had from the blueprints of his house and started learning what I had to.




I was at the kitchen pretending to do homework whilst I waited for Marianna to come back home. I knew for a fact that she was not at her mother’s, she was with her mother at Allan’s place. Brad wasn’t there, so there was no problem, I mean, my ‘step-mother’ hangs a lot at his place...


I walked over to the kitchen to grab a soda when I heard the car engine. I frowned and turned to the window, Michael was going to be home late and Marianna was still out. I closed the fridge door and move to the other window from which I could see the street. 


A blue mustang was parked on the driveway. I didn’t know any owner for that car. I stood guard and saw how a man stepped out of it, he locked the car and walked up to the front door. I closed my laptop and hid it under the cabinet before grabbing a knife and went over to hide on the living room. The door rattled, and a few seconds later it was opened. I was behind the couch waiting for the perfect moment to attack. 


“It’s empty.” The man said. “I don’t see sign on anyone here.” There was some muffling sound, most likely he had an ear plug. “The girls laptop then? Sure.” 


I frowned, I was completely lost, why on earth would they want my laptop? I crawled till I was behind the guy and slowly got up and grabbed his neck.


“Who the fuck are you?” I asked placing the knife on his throat. “Answer me before I slit your throat open.”

“I’m part of ALLA.” He replied. 

“Why do you need my laptop?” I questioned. “Or me?”

“I was not allowed those answers.” He answered. 

“Bullshit.” I said pinching him, he hissed. “Answer the fucking question.”

“They are their way here.” He chuckled. “You can kill me but they will find you and kill you.” 

“I’m not that easy to catch.” I replied and slit his throat. 


The body stumbled to the ground and I ran back to the kitchen cleaning the knife and placing it on my back pocket. I retrieved my laptop and ran towards my room. I had to move out before they found me. 


Good luck finding me fuckers!

-Phyre Gunner.



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