Anna's POV

I punched the sandbag hard then reverse kicked it. Before it made its way towards me I stretched my leg upwards to kick imagining my enemy's head. The bag moved sideways and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. My injury hadn't healed yet.

"Take a break Anna" I turned to see my boss Charlie observing me.

He had used my Christian name instead of code name.

Ohh Boy, I'm definitely in trouble, did that brat Tony complain about me shutting his ass in bathroom, or was it nurse Ella, it wasn't my fault that she sucked at dressing wounds, I had simply taped her mouth shut when she wouldn't stop preaching about how reckless I was for not taking my meds. I would rather eat Brusella's burnt cake than take those. Who names a person Brusella anyway, it sounded like Brussels and I hate Brussels.

I started listing the attics that I did in the past two days when I was supposed to be in bed. I was prepared to hear his scolding but it didn't come.

"Why haven't you checked your personal phone," he asked.

I scoffed "It's not like I get any messages, in 8 years I have received 8 messages all on my birthday ".

Happy birthday. Not even a stupid emoji.

His expression became more serious and I knew instantly something was wrong." What is it?" I asked not wanting to think of the dreadful scenarios running in my head.

"It's your sister, she's dead "I flinched at his coarse use of words but I knew Charlie didn't show sympathy in words.

I stumbled and sat on the bench, my eyes watered "How?" I barely whispered.

" It was an accident," he said passing me the file.

With trembling hands, I opened it to see the Amelia's cheery face. I loved her. I had loved her. I saw the photos of her smiling and then the horrifying image of her head lying on the car's window blood dripping on the pavement, marks of the car when it dragged due to the crash, the dents on the car on impact. I could imagine myself standing at the site.

Charlie was still there gauging my reaction.

" She ran a red light, the truck came from the other side, the driver panicked but called 911 she had already passed by the time they came"

I nodded I didn't know how to react yet. I turned the pages and stopped at one particular.

" Her weight, the fats in her body should have cushioned her fall, she should have been breathing by the time help came ".

" The doctors said the same but her postpartum was normal".

" When did this happen?"

" Yesterday night around 12.00 pm".

I sighed. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't close to my family, not anymore. Amelia didn't even know I existed. For her, I had already died 8 years back. I loved my twin sister more than anyone in the world. I wanted to see her for........the last time.

Charlie only gave me moments to recover.

" There's more," he said.

I raised my head.

" I don't know if I should give you the assignment but I don't see anyone more suitable for this than you "

"Assignment?"

" Come I will show you" I walked behind Charlie following him to his personal office.

He logged in his computer and put in his password.

" See this " he called me, I went near him and scrunched my eyes to see the blurred image.

A man was lying on the ground with blood gushing from his back. I recognized him as one of our own agents, he tried to say something in the recorder in his hand but it slipped and fell. The video continued with him slowly dying due to the loss of blood.

Confused I looked back at him.

" Perhaps you didn't see the video carefully, observe the recording device it's intact now see in the next image it has been shot, the footage is tampered with. We tried to recover it but we couldn't it was severely damaged. Luckily our agent had another recording device on him. " he clicked another file.

A crackled breathy voice came.

" Wellington Wellington high is in..in....." and the voice went silent.

" His killer must be still around otherwise he would have recorded more " he stopped thinking for some time.

" Your sister went to Wellington high, I think it's time to meet your family again ".

" You want me to investigate Wellington high?"

" Yes but for that, you will have to infiltrate it, the best way would be as a student "

" It will take time for me to get to know everyone ."

"That is why I have a plan, to speed things up " he paused, looking at me carefully he said, " You will go as your sister, Amelia Forbes ".

I laughed a humorless laugh.

" You can't expect people to believe I am Amelia I will have to put on weight and still I won't resemble her ".

" That won't be necessary, look at her," he said pushing her picture

" You have the same hair, the same eyes, the same face structure. We will say Amelia couldn't eat much after her multiple surgeries so she lost a lot of weight in a span of 45 days, your sister kept mostly to herself most people didn't know her, she doesn't have any close friends and your family doesn't have any close relations. The news of her accident is known to everyone, but I told them to say she survived. You will have the sympathy of people which will help you to get people talking. Besides if the agent said it while dying it is important ".

" What was he investigating?"

" Do you remember the hostage you recused last week ".

" You mean the doctor?"

" Yes, he had heard things while being held as a hostage, I can't tell you what but it is crucial that I know the truth and there is only one way, Wellington high".

" Ok, but I have a condition," I said without hesitation.

" Name it," Charlie said.

" I want my house fully secured"

" It will be done, pack your things, meet me in two hours. I have booked a flight ".

I walked to the door then whirled back.

" How did you know I would say yes?!" I asked surprised.

" I have trained you for 8 years, I know you better than yourself "

I gave him a weak smile and went to my quarters.

I sat in my bed going back to the time when I was 10 years old. My life was normal then or so I liked to think. Both me and my sisters were gifted with high intelligence, I had a better IQ but Amelia's EQ was higher. The government had started a new program to make the nation even more secure in the coming years. They were recruiting young children to train and we were both eligible. Her parents had refused strongly but my opinion mattered too and I wanted this life. I had never felt comfortable being with the other children and even though my parents took great efforts I always felt that my books and games weren't enough. I wanted something challenging, daring. Amelia wasn't given the choice. Her EQ being high the officials thought that she was better off being with my parents. I knew the drill.

I was seemingly kidnapped and my body was found declaring me dead for the world. My parents had mourned the loss of their daughter even though I was very much alive. They had a good reason to mourn their daughter was no longer theirs.

I removed the box under my bed the dust reminded me how long I hadn't seen them. It contained only two items. My mother's wedding broach and an old photo.

My mother wanted me to find love.

How absurd. I didn't want some male jackass to hold me back. Or to control me and produce drooling little monsters, my guns were my babies and I loved them.

I kept it back and took the picture out. All four of us were smiling and I was running to catch Amelia. I kept it back carefully.

I packed my clothes, there was a knock on the door.

" Come in, it's open,"

I didn't have to look up to see it was. James' lanky legs and his jasmine oil were enough to make his presence known.

He was obsessed with that cursed oil.

His hair was neatly combed and spectacles hid his sharp brown eyes. He looked lanky but I knew he could easily bring down a well-muscled man. He was trained just like me and he was literally a tech genie. He could get any information within minutes. James and I got along and we had become friends.

" I um heard about your sister, I'm sorry ".

" I haven't seen her for 8 years now I'll be seeing her lying on a slab," I said the words without feeling but he caught the emotion in my eyes.

" Keep me updated, and if you need anything I'm just a call away," he said and sat down beside me.

I laid my head gently over his chest and let the tear fall. He patted my back. After a while he left, his eyes saying the words that he couldn't.

I packed two of my pistols in my bag. Along with my cell and a few other essentials. I met Charlie at the footsteps exactly after 2 hrs.

Thoughts started flooding my head. My memories had faded over the years. I still remembered that my mother loved cooking and my father loved to travel. I remembered me and Amelia covered in flour to bake mom a cake on her birthday. I resembled them both and so did Amelia. It's not that I didn't love them I did. But I somehow had always felt out of place. My parents had been upset when I chose to go and had tried to convince me. I felt that they were still upset not knowing when and how I would face death. The thought that Amelia was no longer in the world made me feel incomplete.

Amelia was always teased for her weight but I stood for her each time, I chuckled when I remembered how I buried big Sam in the sand and left him there overnight for calling Amelia, fatso. After that, he ran whenever he saw her. A single tear rolled from my eyes when I thought that Amelia won't be getting a funeral. She will be buried with an unknown name and my parents won't be able to bury her in peace or pay her a visit ....... Till I solved the case. I needed to give Amelia the funeral that she deserved and only I could make it happen. I had to solve the mystery of Wellington soon.

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