WhatsBroknAlice
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Sparrow as she was called by her handler was on the run after a botched job. The entire team had been killed. She had been working with that team for 8 years. After that long, even a spy grows quite attached to the faces they see every day for near a decade.
Sparrow finally reached the remote island late in the evening after bribing her way onto a private plane and then driving all night to the unlisted property. Now here she was,with no idea if her handler was even alive, at least a couple broken ribs, and from the expression on the face of the man she had rented the car from. She had enough bruises on her body to open up for questions.The trip had been exhausting and her emotions had taken hold the moment she saw the beach. Her beach, sure the island had its tourists, most were quiet though or simply not around this time of year. The best part about this town was that it was an easy place to blend in and lay low for awhile.
She arrived at her little beach cottage that had cost her a small fortune to keep as a secret retreat. Sparrow had never told anyone not even her team about this place.She actually felt safe out on this corner of the beach. She had never even seen anyone else while she had been there. She quickly unloaded herself of her weapons dropping at least one holster beside her keys. She glanced in the mirror and shook her head Within seconds, she was outside again and walking towards the water. Once her feet hit the sand the tears started.
Tearing away at the ruined party dress she still wore from the night before she ripped the fabric in one or two places in her hurried need to get it off of herself. She was still trying to blink away the images of her entire team being slaughtered.
Her sobs were becoming audible but she could scarcely hear herself over the sound of the waves as she ran towards them like a child would run to their mothers arms
Moments later she was swimming and cleansing herself of the last 48 hours. As much as she tried though, she couldnt get the sounds out of her head. The screams of her team being killed, while she sat there, smiling in a cocktail dress on the arm of the human traffiking drug lord who had just ordered their deaths. She would not have lived if she had blown her cover. Thats what she kept telling herself.
Sparrow didnt know how long she swam, she had been aware of the lightening sky when she dragged her exhausted nearly naked body to the place where sand and water met and sobbed until she was sure there wasn't a single tear left. "Damn damn damn" she had cursed into the sand until she had passed out at the end of her adrenaline.
Sparrow finally reached the remote island late in the evening after bribing her way onto a private plane and then driving all night to the unlisted property. Now here she was,with no idea if her handler was even alive, at least a couple broken ribs, and from the expression on the face of the man she had rented the car from. She had enough bruises on her body to open up for questions.The trip had been exhausting and her emotions had taken hold the moment she saw the beach. Her beach, sure the island had its tourists, most were quiet though or simply not around this time of year. The best part about this town was that it was an easy place to blend in and lay low for awhile.
She arrived at her little beach cottage that had cost her a small fortune to keep as a secret retreat. Sparrow had never told anyone not even her team about this place.She actually felt safe out on this corner of the beach. She had never even seen anyone else while she had been there. She quickly unloaded herself of her weapons dropping at least one holster beside her keys. She glanced in the mirror and shook her head Within seconds, she was outside again and walking towards the water. Once her feet hit the sand the tears started.
Tearing away at the ruined party dress she still wore from the night before she ripped the fabric in one or two places in her hurried need to get it off of herself. She was still trying to blink away the images of her entire team being slaughtered.
Her sobs were becoming audible but she could scarcely hear herself over the sound of the waves as she ran towards them like a child would run to their mothers arms
Moments later she was swimming and cleansing herself of the last 48 hours. As much as she tried though, she couldnt get the sounds out of her head. The screams of her team being killed, while she sat there, smiling in a cocktail dress on the arm of the human traffiking drug lord who had just ordered their deaths. She would not have lived if she had blown her cover. Thats what she kept telling herself.
Sparrow didnt know how long she swam, she had been aware of the lightening sky when she dragged her exhausted nearly naked body to the place where sand and water met and sobbed until she was sure there wasn't a single tear left. "Damn damn damn" she had cursed into the sand until she had passed out at the end of her adrenaline.