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“This is Sir Cornelius Slater. He is a wealthy English businessman. In fact, he is the richest man in the UK, with a net worth of £450 billion. He has now integrated himself in the world of English politics and is the leader of the new Action Party. He is running for Prime Minister of the UK in the upcoming elections,” Malcolm informed, pointing at the close-up photograph of a man in his early fifties, with a few strands of white in his otherwise dark brown hair. The CIA employees around me were typing rapidly on their laptops and scribbling notes on their notepads. I certainly felt out of place here, as I simply could do nothing but look ahead at the large screen ahead of me and wait for Malcolm to continue. Senor Ramirez, who was standing next to Malcolm, whispered something in his ear. Malcolm frowned and nodded.

Last Updated : 2020-08-28

I was greeted with an abundance of blinding white light as a wave of cool, refreshing air slapped me in the face. I found myself in a narrow corridor that led to another door, which was twenty feet further ahead. Apart from the stream of white light shining from the in-built ceiling lights, everything else in the corridor was sparkling black, from the tiled flooring, to the two walls either side of me. Senor Ramirez stood by the door, gesturing me to hurry along. He seemed unable to contain his excitement, which was strange considering his usual stern and serious demeanour. “I just want to say a few things before we open this door, Marco,” Senor Ramirez said, breaking the eerie silence of the corridor as we stood in front of the mysterious door. “I know this might be all too much for you. After all, it was literally a

Last Updated : 2020-08-28

“Marco! We’ve arrived now,” I heard Senor Ramirez. I had drifted off to sleep, which was an inevitability in the scorching sunshine and the luxury of the Mercedes. I slowly opened my eyes, eager to see where we’d arrived. I looked through the tinted windows and was truly stunned at where the Covert Operations division of the CIA was located. “Thank you,” Senor Ramirez said to the driver. “Your car is a gem!” “Thanks mate! Indeed it is,” the driver replied, patting the steering wheel in admiration.

Last Updated : 2020-08-26

“Well?” I demanded, as Senor Ramirez helped himself to another cup of tea and sat down on the sofa. “Relax. Everything I said was a lie. Malcolm Sanchez told me to make something up so that you could enrol in the CIA. I’m proud that you agreed to join the CIA, but as you know, we cannot tell your parents or anyone about this. So, your parents and everyone at school will think that you’re off to a school in Singapore when actually you will still be in the United States!” Senor Ramirez chuckled. “You think this is funny? Is this some sort of game?” I asked incredulously. Senor Ramirez’s expressi

Last Updated : 2020-08-24

My fingers narrowly caught Drago’s helicopter skids, as just below me our helicopter exploded. A cloud of fire and smoke roared ferociously, as metal pieces were sent flying in random directions. The rotor blades dissembled and flailed abou

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Our predators led the way with Señor Ramirez and I closely scampering behind, as we clambered over rocks and broken tree trunks, weaved in and out of the looming trees, and raced across the open grasslands.

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The sheer force of the detonation slammed us to the ground, our faces plummeting into the soil and our skin getting grazed by the prickly thorns and leaves. Shards of concrete, stone, metal and glass burst into the air and the canopy trees flaile

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We split up and desperately searched for any opening from this deadly trap. Señor Ramirez used his muscular shoulders and barged against the invisible wall, yet it remained firm. I darted to the back of the laboratory, frantically pushing over

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