16Rachel and Matthew are both under cover to recover from a memory loss after their missions. Rachel is twenty-two, and is posing as part of a Cambridge University student group currently visiting London, Matthew is twenty-four and is pretending to be a tourist with Joe Solomon.
Rachel's POV
"I can't believe we have to walk!" Alexia said annoyed, and I agreed loudly, just like a regular teenage girl would. Ms. Short, our teacher, sighed, shook her head and told us to walk faster. I dragged my luggage without any trouble, but then I pretended to get it stuck and yelled for my friends to wait. Just like someone normal. When Ashley's wheel started squeaking I moaned and whined. Like a normal person. And when Ms. Short told me to walk faster because we had to get to the hotel on time, I squirmed, hurried up, and slowed down again. Just like my normal friends.
But I wasn't normal. And thinking about the big, black hole in my memory three weeks ago was a great reminder. It was my second real mission. Actually, it was the aftermath of my first mission. My partner had been a traitor and had given the disk with the information back to the terrorist organization. I remembered running there, being promised that help would come, and then… nothing. All I remember after that is waking up in a hospital, my mission accomplished.
I was told that help had come. Help from the FBI. My director had told me that they wouldn't be from the CIA, but I hadn't known what to expect. I was asked, again and again what had happened, given tea and medicine to help me remember, and still, nothing. Then I was sent to relax – I suspected that it was almost like letting me go, but I also knew that only by relaxation I would be able to remember. And memory is vital. I sighed for a second and continued walking and talking to everybody, laughing loudly.
Matthew's POV
I was in the hotel room, looking at Joe who was raiding the mini-fridge. I picked up one of the many pillows and threw it at him. "Let's go see something! I wanted to go see the London Eye before it's fifty years old!" He sighed, and threw the pillow back at me.
"Hey!" I yelled, because I hadn't expected the pillow to be so hard. I put my hand in the case, and pulled out a Coke. I sighed, and when he turned around I threw it right at him, with enough force for it to crack open, and the fizzy Coke to spray out.
"Alright, alright!" he said, and changed while I threw away the Coke. Then we finally left the room, me pulling ahead while he trailed behind.
Rachel's POV
We had left the hotel, and were walking to a restaurant to eat. We were all wearing our Cambridge caps, and I was complaining along with everybody else about how it made us look dorky. But I didn't really mean it. This was a great cover. No one would suspect me here.
When we got there, we each ordered a Coke, and I realized that mine wasn't very fizzy. "My mom says that if a Coke isn't fizzy, there might be something in it, so she always puts in a knife to see if it's fizzy!" a girl named Nadia said, and I sniffed it very carefully just to make sure, even though I'd already checked twice – once before and once after I opened it.
"I just believe that no one wants me dead," I smiled, and everybody laughed. But while laughing with them, I knew that this wasn't a true vacation. No spy is ever on a vacation. I could feel it, and it was nagging on me. Many people wanted me dead.
"Yeah 'cause you're so sweet!" Ashley said, pinching my check. I pinched her back, and she laughed, spraying the table with Coke. Some guys ran over to our table, offering help – of course, what guy wouldn't want to help a bunch of wet, annoyed girls. "Sorry! Sorry!" Ashley was saying while Ms. Short was asking people for jackets because she was wearing a white (now see-through) t-shirt. I smiled, because I hadn't been in the splashing zone, while Alexia and Debbie had been, and were now scowling at me for making Ashley laugh. I shrugged and laughed, then offered Debbie my jacket, because she was soaking wet – and prone to colds. She smiled thanking me, and I stole one of her fries. She laughed and threw another one at me. I caught it with my mouth. Then I cursed myself. That was way to coordinated. I'd have to slip or trip to make it up later.
Matthew's POV
Now I was dragging and Joe was pulling. I couldn't believe this guy! On the street, he wanted to go into every store. In the museum he was bored. But then again, I was getting bored too, not being able to read anything with Joe dragging, so I gave in and let him pull me outside. I still wanted to go to the London Eye, but we had agreed that considering who we were – not to mention my situation – that it wasn't very safe. I tried to remember. I was trying and trying, but the black hole in my memory wouldn't go away. It was bugging me, and the people I worked for. So they had sent me here to act like a tourist. And Joe had insisted on coming with me.
But the vacation wasn't helping. I still had that black hole from the mission. I was sent to retrieve a disk from a terrorist group, being told nothing but that the content of the disk was confidential and that I had to get it back. I went there and… I woke up in a hospital, no idea about what happened on my mission. The disk wasn't in the terrorists' hands. That's all I knew. It was safe.
What we didn't know was probably the second most important part – what had happened? Who was there? Why were they there? It bugged and annoyed me, and probably made me cranky and probably not much fun to be around. And yet Joe was pulling me and poking me and trying to make me laugh while I was keeping a cranky face on. I couldn't believe this guy's nerve.
I hope you like it, I'll update soon. This isn't going to be a very long story, just saying. And I know that many people have made stories like this before. But I hope you like it anyways, and I don't think I've read one like this before, so... Happy Reviewing!