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Julie's POV

I ran to the hall and saw Mark holding files while jumping steps of the stairs with two guys and Flavio following him behind. All the guests looked at them with confused faces, but none of them threw a feat—they just watched them with bewilderment.

I headed for the door immediately without hesitation and bumped into a tall figure on the way.

"I'm sorry," I said as I turned my head to his direction. I could only notice his steel-grey piercing eyes staring down at me, by the glance I had of him. By the time I reached the door, Mark arrived at my side. Fright shot through my body as gunshots echoed the scopes. Screams followed the bloodcurdling sound immediately, together with the petrified guests trailing behind us.

As I got out, a traumatizing scene of the two guards lying lifeless on the ground welcomed me. I froze at the spot staring down at the bodies laying on the interlock; after the last step that guests used to jump their bodies—pushing me as they dashed for their lives.

Dead bodies.

I stared at them inspecting their bodies that were lapsed on each other. A rush of sadness filled my frozen form as teardrops rolled down my cheeks. Mark turned back and saw my timorous form staring at the bodies with tear-stained cheeks and shaky composure. He ran back and pulled me to the back seat of the limousine with the two other agents seated at the driver and passenger seats.

Staring into blank space, the vehicle jolted to motion and moved at a high rate. At the pace we picked, we were out of the compound in no time.

Mark occasionally checked back at me, but I remained at a spot, staring at nowhere with my cheek stained with dried tears.

'You're a spy now, things like that happens.' my subconscious voiced. I knew what I was getting myself into when I persisted in joining the organization.

Nevertheless, I'm bound to be shaken by that horrible sight. Anyone would be.

Dazed by the sounds of gunshots, together with the collision between the car and the bullet; I shot my head back and saw those two men that chased Mark, protruding out of a car's window, holding pistols in their hands.

"They're on our tail!" Mark yelled. Immediately Agent Andrew protruded from the window with a matching weapon in his hold and began firing bullets.

Flavio's house seemed like a city on its own. Forest like trees aligned the road and lion head statues were sparsely placed between trees. The gate was nowhere in sight as we speedily dashed for it.

The shots seemed to have followed each echoing sound of the one preceding it. It just kept on rumbling through the silent and empty scope. The sounds served as a distraction to my mind, from the disturbing scene of before.

"I've had enough of this sh*t," Mark growled, creating some space between his tie and neck. He tossed the folders on his lap, unto space at his side, pulled a gun from the side of the door, and followed Agent Andrew's suite.

The loud gunshots doubled after Mark's interference. Bullets blasted after every passing second and it didn't seem to hinder either of them. They remained relentless and consistent with their shots.

"Pick up the pace!" Agent Andrew yelled, filled with adrenalin. Despite the increase in speed, the shots never decreased; on the contrary, they might have increased.

I feel so useless

In an attempt to be of help to the situation in some way, I inquired from Agent Richard, "Where's the other gun?"

I wondered what went through my mind when I asked that question. I was terrified of the mere thought of a gun and at that time, I wanted to use one?

'Spy instincts?' my subconscious hypothesized.

I guess I could call it that.

At the same time I asked, Mark withdrew back into the car to reload his bullets, moments after Agent Andrew had done the same.

"Why do you need a gun?" Mark asked, barely paying attention to me. His eyes stayed fixed on the task he had on hand.

"To help you guys," I replied.

"Don't—" He was cut off by another shot to the car. He quickly emerged out of the window, forgetting what he was saying. After another blast to the car, "Where's the freaking gun!" I yelled out of impulse.

"It's on the side of the door," Agent Richard responded.

I rummaged in the side of the door and felt the metallic surface. I drew it out and jutted through the window; facing the speeding car on our tail. As soon as I pointed the gun to the car I heard the ear-splitting sound of the gunshot, followed by a bullet filled with alacrity pass by my side.

I screamed and out of stimulus I pulled the trigger and the deafening sounds of the gunshots ceased and were replaced with a piercing sound of screeching tires. Before I could register anything, I was pulled into the car and engulfed in a tight hug.

"What were you thinking?" Mark whispered into my hair.

"I just wanted to help," I said in a low voice.

"You were my responsibility on this mission. What if something happened to you?" He pulled me back and looked at me.

"I can tell you what. My rump would've been roasted or worst I would've been skinned alive." He widened his eyes, trying to maintain a serious expression, but failed. I couldn't help but stifle laughter.

"Is that what you want?" he asked with a cocked brow.

"Maybe?" I joked.

Then he nudged me with a smile.

"But I saved us," I boasted.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes. We chuckled in unison then suddenly the air felt lighter. I relaxed my back on the seats and released a loud breath.

We remained silent as we continued our way to the gate.

"Why did you freeze like that?"Mark asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean when we were leaving Flavio's house. You just froze."

"It's just..." I trailed off.

"I haven't ever seen dead bodies before. Seeing those guards lifeless, it just..." I breathed as my muscles tensed up again.

"Look Julie, I understand how you must've felt, but we have to do whatever we can to make sure our mission is a success. Remember, everything was for a good cause," Mark counseled, "being a spy is not just about knowing how to disguise yourself or how to fight, you've got to be mentally strong."

"Yeah... I know," I breathed. He was right. Being mentally strong is what is most important about being a spy.

"Those guys weren't dead," Agent Andrew voiced.

"What?" I yelled as I shot up to the edge of the seat.

"They weren't dead. They were just unconscious," Agent Richard shrugged.

"So all that fuss was for nothing?" I asked with utter disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me." I huffed as I reclined my body to the seat.

"But all those stuff I said about being a spy—" Mark started with a serious tone.

"I know. Thanks." I smiled.

We got to the gate and turned into the highway. Something remained on my mind as we were returning to the base;

Am I prepared for all this?

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