Deceived

I am not who you think I am. I am not what I appear to be. Am I really who I say I am or am I deceiving you? You decide.

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2. Chapter Two

"Flight 1042 will be lifting off in approximately 10 minutes. Thank you and have a nice day."

I lugged my heavy suitcase out into the Washington D.C. Airport. Tired, cranky, annoyed you name it. Who wouldn't be after a 24 hour non-stop flight crowded to the brim with people. I had been stuck next to a lady that talked continuously on her cell phone for over nine hours. Let's just say I was fed up and ready to take a major nap because I hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep with that lady talking as loudly as she could on her cell phone.

I scowled and hauled my suitcase through the revolving doors of the airport. There in the corner of my eye I spotted something. A black, sleek sedan with no driver inside it and the keys to the vehicle in the ignition. You did not see that everyday.

Seeing it as a sign the car was left for me I walked over towards it and got into the driver's seat. I turned the car on and a hologram appeared before my eyes.

"Welcome X." said a woman with kind eyes in her mid fourties. "My name is Vale. You will find your I.D. and Visa in the glove compartment. I reached my hand over and opened a small, glove compartment holding the content in my hand. I opened a yellow envelope and began to read it.

                                                                          ARIANNA GOLDFINCH

                                                                                   AGE: 23

                                                                                  HEIGHT: 5'6"

                                                                                 EYES: BLUE

                                                                                HAIR: BLOND

I knew for certain that I was only twenty not twenty three, but whatever, it was a fake I.D. anyway.

"You will find everything you need in that yellow envelope for your mission. Do us proud X. Bring honor back to your mother country. Good luck and hail Russia." said the hologram as it disappeared.

"Yeah, honor. Honor my foot." I spat out the window in disgust. "They don't care about anyone except themselves." I threw the envelope back inside the compartment. After that, I leaned back putting my hands behind my head and put my feet up on the dashboard. I closed my eyes throwing my head back and thought extensively about what had happened over the past 36 hours.

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"Lieutenant X you have to accept this mission whether you like it or not." said a stern man's voice from the intercom.

"What if I don't want to?" I replied mockingly with a grin leaning back in my chair with my legs crossed on the table. "I bet every one of you are just too afraid to come out and talk to me face to face like real men. You're all a bunch of cowards hiding behind that window of yours." All of the voices on the intercom gasped and then began whispering quietly among themselves.

Ha! They're all a bunch of cowards the lot of them. I thought cockily with a smirk.

"We have come to the conclusion-," said the man's voice again after the whispers had expired into nothingness. "That you will be sent immediately to the airport in approximately twelve hours."

"But that's not fair!" I argued angrily standing up from my seat and pounding the table with my fists. "I'm not going to kidnap some snot-nosed, rich brat and bring him to Siberia to get paid a large ransom from his million dollar daddy. I refuse to take part in this. I'm an assassin not a babysitter for crying out loud!" There went all four rules out the door in the blink of an eye. This was the first time I had ever lost my temper like this. I needed to calm down...

"I'm sorry." I replied with a sigh apologetically sitting down back in my seat. "That was very inappropriate of me."

"Fine." the man replied with a bit of warning in his voice. "Just don't do it again or there will be consequences."

"Yes." I said with a nod. "How do I carry out my mission?"

"First, you will get on a flight to Washington D.C. There you will find a vacant car with all the details and information you will need waiting for you in the parking lot. Drive it to Hillside Apartments apartment number 103 on the northside of town. You will assume the position of the president's son's caretaker until you gain both the president's and his son's trust. Then you will kidnap the president's son and bring him to Siberia so we can execute part two of our plan. You will be rewarded handsomely for this and-, he continued. you will be able to leave no strings attached."

"My freedom?" I questioned astonished. "Or are you lying." I narrowed my eyes at the black window suspiciously.

"I don't believe you." I pressed further. "How do I know you will keep your word?"

"We will." the man replied solemnly. "We swear on our blood as fellow Russians."

"Fine." I said carelessly with a throw of my hands in the air. "Not that I have anything better to do anyway."

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I opened my eyes and yawned sleepily as I put my feet down and put the car's gear into drive and began driving down the road. America was nothing like I had imagined it. The land of wealth and beauty. The city looked clustered and boisterous. People rushed by in zooming cars and pedestrians hurried down the sidewalks with their cell phone's in hand bickering with someone else on the other side of the line. At least Siberia did not have smelly trash all over the place and was not quite as crowded. Anything beat the below 0 temperatures in Siberia though no matter how unappealing the city was.

I arrived at my destination fifteen minutes later as I drove into the parking lot of Hillside Apartments. I went to the reception desk and retrieved my key to the apartment. I walked up the steps and found my apartment number. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The light automatically turned on as I shut the door behind me.

It was a decent looking room with a queen sized bed, couch, table, and bathroom. Actually it was more that decent. It was luxurious. I had never seen such grandeur in my life. Probably because I had lived in a prison cell for more than a decade of my life. I jumped and sprawled myself on the bed.

"This feels so nice not like the hard iron beds in Siberia." I thought feeling like I was in heaven as I kicked my boots off. "Nothing beats this." The next minute I felt myself slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.

you in the parking lot. Drive it to Hillside Apartments apartment number 103 on the northside of town. You will assume the position of the president's son's caretaker until you gain both the president's and his son's trust. Then you will kidnap the president's son and bring him to Siberia so we can execute part two of our plan. You will be rewarded handsomely for this and-, he continued. you will be able to leave no strings attached."

"My freedom?" I questioned astonished. "Or are you lying." I narrowed my eyes at the black window suspiciously.

"I don't believe you." I pressed further. "How do I know you will keep your word?"

"We will." the man replied solemnly. "We swear on our blood as fellow Russians."

"Fine." I said carelessly with a throw of my hands in the air. "Not that I have anything better to do anyway."

. . . . . . . . . . . .

I opened my eyes and yawned sleepily as I put my feet down and put the car's gear into drive and began driving down the road. America was nothing like I had imagined it. The land of wealth and beauty. The city looked clustered and boisterous. People rushed by in zooming cars and pedestrians hurried down the sidewalks with their cell phone's in hand bickering with someone else on the other side of the line. At least Siberia did not have smelly trash all over the place and was not quite as crowded. Anything beat the below 0 temperatures in Siberia though no matter how unappealing the city was.

I arrived at my destination fifteen minutes later as I drove into the parking lot of Hillside Apartments. I went to the reception desk and retrieved my key to the apartment. I walked up the steps and found my apartment number. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The light automatically turned on as I shut the door behind me.

It was a decent looking room with a queen sized bed, couch, table, and bathroom. Actually it was more that decent. It was luxurious. I had never seen such grandeur in my life. Probably because I had lived in a prison cell for more than a decade of my life. I jumped and sprawled myself on the bed.

"This feels so nice not like the hard iron beds in Siberia." I thought feeling like I was in heaven as I kicked my boots off. "Nothing beats this." The next minute I felt myself slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.

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