father, I was trained to be a secret agent, not just for one gov

jungles, and perfected the art of adopting different personalities to extract vital information. Spying on high-profile targets and

of the most powerful and skillful secret agents ever, despite my youth. I beca

h shattered me, leaving me to face the world alone. Realizing that continuing in his footsteps would only lead to my demi

eliberately got fat to avoid recognition. I buried Allison Miles, the deadly agent, and became

nt with the illusion of a loving marriage. But that illusion shattered spectacularly. Williams's betrayal with my best friend

in that realization was a spark of the old fire that once defined me. The fat, weak Seraphin

like an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by overgrown weeds and a rusting chain-link fence. But I knew better. Th

invisible lasers scanning me from head to toe. A panel in the wall slid open, a

uthoritative. "How did you manage to find this place? It's

gaze. "I used to be one of you," I

t grated on my nerves. "You? One of us? A

nding before him was a far cry from the sleek, powerful age

id, my voice steady. "I us

llison Miles? That's hilarious. Allison Mil

flowing in the cryptic language used only by the agency's elite.

ook of astonishment. "Where did you learn that?" he

"I used to be one of you.

d-in-command. He hesitated, then spoke into his radio. Moments later,

ch equipment lining the walls. But all eyes turned towards me, the

ocked twice, then opened the door. Inside, Viktor sat at a large desk, his sharp eyes scruti

his?" Vikt

ou, sir," the guard re

iktor's piercing gaze. "It's me,

recognition, then narrowed

m the ice pick, and I saved your life when we were ambushed." I recited a sequence of events, missions we ha

llison," he said, his voice laced with dis

ng," I replied. "But fi