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“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. None of it. He wasn’t supposed to be there, the gun wasn’t planned. God even the fucking event wasn’t meant to happen.” I informed the police officer waiting for the details of the last mission. You see I’ve been undercover for seven years. I had a new name, a new face. A new life. And boy did I make a name for the new face. My names Kim Sorah. I’ve been an agent my entire life. Served a few rounds in the U.S. Military. Done a few things I shouldn’t have. Got many many new faces, gotten many many new backstories.
But let’s start with my original one yea? I come from a home, father gone blah blah blah mother working nonstop to make ends meet blah blah blah drinking her life away when things get rough. In the end I moved out on my own a the fine age of seventeen. I got a job, a good one. A nice one, a legal one. I was a waitress, serving customers left and right. Falsing a smile, faking a laugh. Making my own ends meet.
That is until he walked into the little hole in the wall diner. Him and his friends. All nine of them, each carrying a concealed firearm. Each raised and ready to shoot. Now apparently my mother had sold me off to this gang. I can’t tell you the name as of now. But it happened and boy wow amazing parenting there mom, ya did great.
So here I am, mid order taking. And I feel the barrel of a gun meet my back, a low voice whisper a few subtle words. “Let’s go princess, your new home awaits.” Now I’m not just gonna go with someone I don’t know, but as you’ve gathered. I had a gun, to my back. So I do what any good employee does, I finish the order, tell the chef what the lovely old man would like. And I clock out, grabbing my things and exiting the building with the threatening men. And that’s when the fun truly started.