There is a girl who has brown hair and brown eyes. Her name is Alexandra Walker. She goes by Alex. She is a 26 year old spy. What happens when she finds out her dad is alive and working for the wrong people. She has to has to bring him in!!! What will she do??? Read to find out!!!


10. mission 2 part 1

Today, we where going on our second mission. Our job was to go undercover to an auction and outbid everyone. My cover name was Alex hale, and Cassie was, Cassie Robertson. The object we are under order to bid for, is a painting. The FBI informed us they think Someone is taking the money and using it for purchasing illegal weapons. We will purchase the painting using traceable money so we can track it back to the person taking the money and by buying the illegal weapons.


Viv was in the van.

"Alright" I heard her voice over the radio, "let's do this."

Cassie and I smiled at eachother. We where exited for this mission.

I was wearing a little purple dress and a white pearl necklace. I left my hair down because it's short.

Cassie had her beautiful blond curls tucked into a neat bun. She was wearing a dress similar to mine but it was black. We had earpieces so we could hear viv. We where wearing watches that had trackers and audio. So viv could know where we are, and so she could hear us.

We walked into the room. People where bidding on some painting but not the one we where collecting. That one was next.

A man came up to us. I thought he looked familiar but I shrugged off the idea.

"Hello laidies" he said quietly, "what are you planning to bid for today?"

"I haven't decided yet" Cassie giggled. She was good at flirting...

"I can buy you a drink" he gestured to the bar.

"Sure!" She answered, "I'll be right back" she said to me. I just nodded and continued to make sure nobody was acting weird. I heard a voice behind me.

"It's a nice piece isn't it?" I turned around casually. The man standing there looked at be in his 50s

"Yes it is." I agreed.... Even though it was a hideous painting....

He held his hand out, "John Walker" he said. I tried to hide my surprise... That was my dads name.

"Alex hale" I replied as I shook his hand.

"Do I know you?" He asked as he seemed to be searching his brain.

"I don't think so" I answered innocently.

"You look like my... Nevermind" he cut himself off, "want another?" He gestured to the drink in My hand.

"No thank you" I replied. I felt bad. Was he my dad? Did he regret leaving us? Or did he? My mom said he was dead. Was it really him?

Someone won the bid for the painting and I found a seat seat to Cassie. No the painting we needed was up for bids.

"2,000? 2000, anybody got 2000?" The auctioneer said quickly in that annoying...... Auctioneer voice.

Some raised their hand.

"2500? Anyone got 2500?" He proceeded.

I raised my hand.

"3000" he kept going.

Someone raised their hand.

Uh great this would take a while.......

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