It was in the country, down the snaky rutted path, and through the evergreen pastures. Some women could be seen on a vast green field. White cows with black blots grazed on the knife-shaped grass, and the women sat beside them, milking. Behind the field were the mountains—gigantic! And beautiful in sight.
The town's fresh air could be smelt, and the townspeople could be seen going about their various works. The little flowers on the pathway waved and shook in the gentle breeze. The chirping sounds of the birds created a smoother way for the ears before the mountains stood a symphony of trees, each bearing fruit of its kind.
Men at work could be seen harvesting. It was the harvest time of the year—numerous baskets laid in the dust, filled with fruits harvested from the trees. Oranges, mangoes, and apples are all laid in different sizes. Away from the trees and down the town ran through a young, beautiful lady.
"Yeah, you heard me right. That's me, the most beautiful lady in Roseberry town.
I am ISLA WHITMORE, a beautiful girl from the countryside, the only daughter of the WHITMORE family. My father is the town chief, so I am treated like a princess, but I want more than that.
I dream of becoming a hot secret agent and meeting my crush, Agent James Adler. Oh My God!! He's darn handsome. I've never seen him before, but just hearing his name, I know he will make hearts flutter."
"Bus!" I shouted as I ran towards the middle-sized bus.
"Oh! Forgive my manners. Today is my aunt Betta's wedding ceremony, so I am in a rush. I'm practicing. I should always keep on time for when I become a secret agent, but one big head in my family thinks my dream is just impossible."
"And that's him." I enter the bus.
"My annoying brother, Sabastian. He thinks I can never become a secret agent and always mocks me with it."
"Here comes our dream secret agent!" He muttered, and I rolled my eyes as I walked towards him.
"Seriously, there's no other empty seat on the bus besides the seat beside him. So annoying," I grumbled and sat down.
"Secret agent, shouldn't you learn to dress well first?" he murmured, teasing my dress. I wore a black dress, but glancing down to my feet was a slipper.
"gawd!! He knows nothing about dressing. Does he expect me to wear my heels to run? Or doesn't he know I ran to the bus?" My inner voice cooed.
Glancing sideways to my left is my little brother, Whitmore Junior. He's the family's future gamer. He has been to the city once, and since then, he has been practicing to become the country's best gamer.
He even begged my father to buy him a phone on his thirteenth birthday, and ever since he got a phone, he has been obsessed with playing games. I have never been to the city, but I know I will one day because why not? I have to become the hottest secret agent Rosemary town ever have
Behind me sat my parents.
"Isla, why did you run? The bus would have waited for you. Your hair is all messy," my mother complained as she arranged my messy hair. She is my vitamin and my supporter. My parents are my number one supporter. Unlike my grumpy elder brother, they supported my dream and believed in me.
The bus took us away from Rosemary town to our neighboring town where my aunt Betta lives and where the wedding will take place. Throughout the ride, Junior focused on his game; he was addicted to it just as I was addicted to Agent James Adler. Oh! I can't wait to meet him.
We soon arrived at the party, and I hurriedly put on my heels and stepped off the bus. I swiped my hair sideways as I marched elegantly towards the party.
My hips swayed as I moved, and I was most confident in my heels. It was like time slowed down for me to pass by. All eyes fell on me. The jaws of the men dropped as I made my way past them.
That's right. I am confident about my beauty, so when I said I would make a hot, sexy secret agent, I meant what I said. We walked to the reception. It was a decorated spot outside in the open; flowers adorned the tables and chairs we sat on.
Other guests also arrived at the reception, and they took their seats as we waited for the men and women of the day.
The priest soon arrived, and the party commenced. The groom was called in first; we all stood as we welcomed the groom, who marched towards the priest. He was clad in his black suit, which hugged his body perfectly.
He is my Uncle Pat, soon-to-be Uncle Pat. There are just a few more minutes to go. He marched to the priest, and the faces of the guests gleamed with smiles and joy. He stood before the priest, and we waited for the woman of the day.
My father walked her in. She was dressed in a lovely flowing white gown. Oh! She looked so beautiful. My father, also dressed in a black suit, walked her to the priest. Her face was covered with her white veil, but one could see the happiness brimming all over her.
Reaching the priest, the groom took her hand and stood before the priest.
The party began officially. The priests said some words to them. Silence filled the entire reception as only the priest's voice could be heard, except for Junior, who was focused on his game.
"Do you want me to confiscate that phone? "I asked. It would be my pleasure," my father whispered, and I giggled lightly where I sat. Junior turned off his game and shifted his gaze to the priest, although I knew his mind was still on the game.
The bride and groom repeated words after the priests until he made the final declaration.
"I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!"
The bridegroom slowly lifted his bride's veil, revealing the face of my lovely aunt Betta. We all stood up in a clap and cheer as the bride and groom kissed.
Meanwhile, far away from our happy gathering was a "misión de acción" going on.
"Target is green," a feminine voice sounded.
In the tallest skyscraper in the city stood a woman. She was dressed in a black outfit and wore a black jacket on her shirt.
Glancing down to her feet was a black boot, and a black ear plug sat on her ear. Pointed forward, in her hands was a black sniper gun. A black car screeched to a stop in front of the skyscraper.
"Target can be seen," the lady's voice sounded. "I need cover"
Two ladies alighted from a car in front of the skyscraper. They were dressed in long gowns. Their handbag was in their hands, and they marched elegantly towards the skyscraper.
Their hair was well adorned, and they seemed to be daughters of highly respected and wealthy executives. The two ladies entered the sky scarper, swarming with people.
An event was meant to occur in the largest hall of the skyscraper, which was crowded with guests.
The two ladies walked past the guests and entered a lift that was empty, and they swiftly transformed.
The two ladies put off their long dresses, revealing black trousers and shirts. On their feet were their black heels. They opened their handbags, and in there were their neatly folded suit jackets.
They took them out and put them on. They put on their black sunglasses, hairbands, and hairpins, transforming their hair into a ponytail. The lift took them to the skyscraper's top floor, where the party took place.
The lift opened, and their eyes met with one of the servers in the party; the server was seen with a white trolling cart being pushed around.
The ladies alighted on the lift. The man walked past them, exchanging glances with them before stepping into the lift. He picked up the ladies' gowns on the ground and threw them into the covered cart. He was one of them.
Bodyguards patrolled outside the hall, protecting the guests and the ladies, who blended seamlessly with them.
A senator's daughter was having her wedding ceremony, and the bodyguards patrolled the entire floor, protecting them from any harm that may occur.
The ladies dressed as one of the bodyguards walked past them. The bodyguards didn't suspect them as they were dressed exactly like them, making it hard to believe that they were not one of them.
The two ladies walked away from the hall and entered one of the restrooms on the floor. They entered the restroom, and behind the closet was a disguised bag. The two ladies took out the bag and opened it, revealing the huge guns in it.
They closed the bag back and walked out of the restroom. With the bags in their hands, they walked into a room, and in the room stood the lady with a sniper gun.
The two ladies opened their bags, took the huge guns, and pointed them to the door. They stood behind the lady with a sniper, pointing their guns at the door as they protected her from any unwanted intruder who tried to come in. On their ears were also earplugs similar to the one on the third lady.
"Covers in place," the two ladies echoed.
The third lady pointed her sniper towards the car parked outside the skyscraper.
"Target can be seen but still on the green," the lady reported.
Four men stood in an apartment far away from the skyscraper. In front of them was a huge screen that portrayed the car in front of the skyscraper.
A green dot marked the car on the screen, and a signal from the lady's sniper gun was pointed at it. The room was filled with silence as the men watched with intensity.
Their faces were laced with serious determination and attention. They all stared at the screen, and nothing seemed strong enough to distract their attention. The men stood, their hands folded on their chests as they watched the screen, all waiting for the dot to turn red. They are all awaiting the man in the car to descend.
He is a long-time drug lord who has been on the run, but recently, he showed up in the city. A great probability was discovered that he has a strong relationship with the senator whose daughter is holding her marriage ceremony in the skyscraper, and he had no choice but to attend.
He entered the city disguised with a new identity, but the agency still figured him out and sent their agents to finish him.
The lady stood in the skyscraper with her sniper ready for its shot. Some little children walked to the car, and the door opened.
The eyes of the men in the apartment widened as the drug lord stepped out of the car. He lifted one of the kids into his arms while the others surrounded him.
"Shit!!" One of the men in the room cursed.
"He's using the kids as cover," another man uttered.
"Abort the mission," the man who seemed to be the leader of the men ordered.
"What!" The lady exclaimed where she stood.
"We can't continue with the mission. The target is in red, but the mission is aborted now!" The leader ordered.
"I can take the shot," the lady burred.
"Agent Ruby!!" The man called her name. " Abort the mission," he ordered, but she was keen on her decision.
"I will take the shot, just trust me," she declared.
"Agent Ruby!" The man exclaimed.
"Let's just trust her decision," another man in the room uttered.
The drug lord played with the kid in his arms, his bodyguard surrounding him.
The lady set her sniper gun straight over the other's slightly exposed head. He had blocked his body with the little girl he carried, but the lady uncovered one vital, some very exposed part. She set her sniper to it and…
BANG!!!
She took the shot, clean and straight.
The drug lord fell to the ground, and the child was grabbed away. The faces of the men in the apartment crept into a smile as the agent gave her last report.
"Target down. Mission declared successful."