Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

The shot was dead on. I ducked down the abandoned factory's hall and onto the cement. Shadows were my only cover. The full moon lit up my path. The only evidence that I was ever there is a single bullet deep in a pimps forehead. 
"Mission complete" I whispered into my head set.
On my way back to head quarters my mind swirled with echoes of my past. The single gun shot that ended my father's life. Why I chose the life of a spy. I wasnt about to let innocent lives get ruined by sick, twisted people.