Secret Agent "A"

Shootings. Self-defense. Spinning through languages so fast that my brain struggled to catch up. I had seen more death than I cared to talk about. It was my life as a teenage secret agent. And as part of America's little-known espionage agency, that was what I had become accustomed to. I was not aware that things were about to change. An undercover agent in France, a drug dealer a new assignment. The boy with blue eyes a friend or an enemy? I didn't know which. This task would stay with me forever and I was not prepared to head into pure hell. Welcome to my life as Secret Agent A. . Now that you're here, good luck getting out.

These had been as familiar to me in the six years I had been in training as a school bell or sound of a teacher's voice might be to anyone else. At sixteen, I had seen more death than I cared to talk about. But what could I say? That was what life as a teenage spy was. And as part of America's little-known espionage agency Delta, that was what I had become accustomed to.

But I couldn't have known that things were about to change. A new assignment came up, and though I was with people I had known for years, this one would change things so that my life would never be the same. A drug dealer, working undercover in France. People from my past, popping up in the most unexpected places. And the boy with the blue eyes, who could be completely for me or utterly against me; often, I didn't know which.

This was one assignment that would stay with me forever. But, of course, I didn't know that as I headed in...to pure Hell.

Welcome to Delta. Now that you're here, good luck getting out.

Dettagli