Is He Dead?

She traced him. For a long time. Maybe her conscious wasn't aware of it, but every time she turned, she was looking for him. She roamed tracking his steps until she could smell his scent through the bullet holes in the wall. But will she actually find him? Who will get hurt on the way? Sometimes, people are better off dead.

Chapter 1: What Started It All

It'd been two years. Two years since I graduated. Two years since I've joined the CIA. In two years I've managed to climb the ladder. I'm the most successful agent for my age. They say I'm just like my parents. More like my dad though. Witty, Smart, and always has a plan. I didn't know him for long, but I wish I knew more about the spy he was. I could tell you about his love for candy or the time he took me to the circus, but I can't tell you a single thing about his missions. Not a single thing.

CIA HEADQUARTERS

18:00 hours.

September 5th.

I walked down the grey hallway and put my thumb on the scanner in front of my office. Looking up at the monitor above my door, it had the usual message.

Agent Cameron Ann Morgan

Codename Chameleon

CIA Agent

Clearance level: 8

I sat down in my comfy office chair for a moment finishing my report. My office was amazing. It had pictures of my friends and family, a mini fridge (with a laser protected safe box for my peanut M&M's), and a secret passageway under my desk that led to the break room, which means I was always first in line for coffee.

"Mariam." I called out. A lady with bronze skin waltzed in and the monitor above the door showed her information.

"Agent Morgan. How are you today?" She smiled bright and put her hand in her jeans pocket. She wore a plain white shirt that had a pen dangling from the top. She reminded me of Bex.

"I'm good, thank you. Can you do me a favor? Take this to the director." She grabbed the file and placed another on my desk.

"New mission. I personally think that it's not a challenge for you." She stood in the doorway for a moment before adding.

"He's looking for you."

"When is he not?" I replied.

I stood up and walked to my fridge grabbing a bottle of water and reading over the file.

Mission Report

Name: Violet Simmons. Hair Color: Brown, gold highlights. Eye color: Caramel. Height: 5'6" Mission: Extract file from Winters. Stop threat at the Governors Party. Agents Assigned: Morgan, Townsend, Goode.

Attached was a picture of the girl and some ID's with her name on it. There were also some messages between the threat and her boss. I read over the last one briefly.

You're only going in to send a message. Remind them who's in charge.

I'll be in and out.

Don't betray me, and don't get killed. You know what happens to those who disobey my orders. Just ask your brother.

What about my brother?

I think he's in a better place now. Or maybe he's in a place worse than here. You don't wanna end up like him, do you?

I hope not to.

I set the file back on my desk and slipped out of my room into the Department of Disguise. I picked up a pair of suit pants and paired it with a white button up blouse. I found a pair of contacts that matched my description and a pre-curled brown wig. I grabbed a pair of black pumps as I put the wig into a high ponytail, leaving strands loose perfectly at all angles. I didn't do any makeup besides a bold red lip. For accessories, I went with a small necklace and a Michael Kors watch, and navy blue sunglasses. I thought about how Macey would've been proud to see me wearing what I was. I opened the door and bumped into a bulky figure in front of me. His normal dark black hair was replaced with a dirty blond color. His sparkling emerald eyes traded for light blue contacts. He wore a navy blue suit with a black tie, the scent of aftershave still lingering around him.

"Agent Morgan."

"Agent Goode." I replied.

"You look stunning today." He smirked.

"You look the same as yesterday." I smiled. He gave a small laugh.

"I believe it is your turn to pick the ride. I hear the helicopter is-"

"Black SUV, tinted windows." I said monotone. I saw the spark disappear from his eyes and let out a laugh. We stepped in the elevator and descended into Vehicular Assistance.

"Anthony, I put in an order for items, please have them ready before I get back." I shot him a look as he scrambled around like a mouse caught in a sticky trap. He was the male version of Liz. Instead of computers and hacking though, he was in weapons and artillery. The guard handed me the keys and I hopped in the car. I rolled down the window and watched as the CIA logo popped up on the dashboard. Zach leaned on the door and looked at me.

"See you in Washington."

"Beat you there."

"Like that's gonna happen." I smiled and pulled out of the parking lot and hit the highway.

D.C. Governor's Meeting

19:24 hours

September 5th.

The stormy clouds put all of the citizens of Washington in a mood. Hues of black and gray filled the sky. As I continued on, it was like I was racing before they caught up to me. Like I was running from them. I drove past the tall buildings and monuments until I arrived at the Hotel.

"That storm looks nasty, Townsend."

"It's just a quick brush pass. In and out. Morgan, you go in first, Goode will follow when the coast is clear. Got it?"

"You know, a gentleman escorts the lady inside." I mocked as I parked the car.

"You're perfectly capable of escorting yourself, Miss Morgan." I could feel him smiling.

"That doesn't mean I want to." I hopped out of the car and closed the door. I wobbled for a second in my pumps before straightening myself and walking inside. I strolled down the long carpet admiring the artwork on the walls. I saw a lady in a short red dress giving me a look. I heard her turn to her friend and make a snarky comment, which I ignored. I stepped up to the front desk where a lady beamed a smile my way.

"What may I do for you, Madam?"

"I'm Violet Simmons, and I'm here to attend the Governor's meeting." I passed the fake ID her way. She handed me a key card.

"Conference Room B13." I smiled back at her and brushed past the lady from earlier. I stopped when I was at her side.

"Next time you wanna make a comment about someone, you probably shouldn't say it so damn loudly." I continued to run up the stairs. By the time I made it, I was breathing short, ragged breaths.

"Been that long since you climbed stairs, Gallagher Girl?"

"Shut up." I said into my comms.

Okay, it's time to be honest. The Governor's Meeting wasn't a meeting, it was a rich bitch party. Powerful leaders and their spouses all over the world were invited to eat smelly cheese and drink expensive wines. I picked up a glass from the server remembering my manners. I took a sip and looked around. There was that lady, again. But this time, she was wearing a long black dress. I realized that it wasn't the first or second time I saw her, but that I also spotted her in my rear view mirror while I was parking, in a long white jacket.

She was a tail.

"Blackthorne Boy." I whispered into my comms.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"The lady with the bob, long black dress, that's the threat."

"I'm on it." He strolled her way. He said something, resulting in her smiling and blushing. She let out a gentle, girly giggle. He was flirting! And she was falling for it. I stood there staring so long that I almost didn't notice the figure approaching me.

"Miss, sorry to disturb you, but I feel I know you from somewhere."

"I don't notice you." I extended my hand. "I'm Violet Simmons, entrepreneur."

"I'm Preston Winters, owner of Interface Software."

"That is truly fascinating." I pulled my hand back.

He stood next to me observing the scenery.

"How is McHenry?"

"Good. She's excelling with the president's daughter."

"Tell her Cammie says hi." I smiled. I looked at Zach as he led the woman into the hall. That was my cue to leave.

"Well Mr. Winters, I'm sure I will be seeing you very soon."

"I'm sure of that also."

I followed Zach closely into the Hall. He and the woman were engaged in deep conversation about their line of work.

"Sir, might I add that you have beautiful blue eyes."

"Why thank you." He smiled.

"And a very toned figure. May I touch your arm?" Zach extended his arm as she brushed her dainty hand on it. She giggled.

"Tell me about being a carpenter." Zach asked.

"Well, it truly is draining."

"I love a hard worker."

That was where I drew the line.

"Too bad you aren't a carpenter." I appeared out of the shadows. "Your name is Petra Violinsky, right?"

"Yes."

"Well the real 'Petra Violinsky' was seen just a minute ago shoveling her porch in Germany. Mind explaining?"

She looked around for a moment before elbowing Zach in the forehead. He knelt down in pain while I roundhouse kicked her. She crouched down before lunging at me. I took a punch in the side. She pulled me, but I shifted my weight on her and pulled her to the ground. Without hesitation I put a napotine patch on her forehead causing her to sleep. I went over to Zach and put my hand on his forehead.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I've met girls that hit harder." He smirked.

"Speaking of-" I pulled him into a death hold so tight that he couldn't squirm. "No more fake flirting on missions, gotcha?"

"Jealous, Gallagher Girl?" He choked.

"Nope, just cautious." I let go of him leaving him to catch his breath.

"And remember, I'm two clearance levels higher than you, you follow my orders."

"That's low, Gallagher Girl. Even for you." He teased. While Townsend and Zach handled the woman I walked out of the hotel and onto the D.C. street. Rain poured down from the skies, clinging to my shirt. I smiled pulling strands of hair off of my face, flash drive in hand.

Ladies and gentlemen, today, tuesday January 9th, 2018 marks the first upload of my new story 'Is he dead?'! To everyone who is reading this right now, this is my first story. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Review because I really wanna hear your thoughts! This might not be the only chapter I upload today, who knows, I might just come at you with a bonus chapter. My upload days are gonna be Tuesdays and Thursdays (even though my first chapter was uploaded on a Sunday.) As for reviews I will reply to anyone who leaves one in the next chapter or by private message.