*some scenes may be mature to some readers*

In this world, eyes aren't the portal to the soul. They are the portal to the mind, people can listen to your thoughts and memories by simply making eye contact.

There are hundreds of thousands of memories in a person's mind. So it is very unlikely that someone, in passing, would come across any kind of huge secret. People were still extremely paranoid by the word unlikely so they developed contacts that can sever a neuro-link before it could form between two people.

The catch, one pair costs a small fortune of about $10,000. Only people who have extremely important, and expensive, secrets would wear them. When you walk past a person not wearing any you can still hear thought-whispers. That's how I find my targets, the contacts may look natural, but when a person wearing them walks passed it's completely silent.

It takes time and training, or raw talent, to hear thought-whispers. That's what makes me such a good memory thief. They call me 'Lady Daylight' because I am the only thief who has the guts to steal memories in the daylight.

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I walk down the street listening to the thought-whispers, linking each whisper to a person. I continue down the street, feeling the warm ray of the sun heating my cheeks. I look to my right to see a man on a bench. No thought-whispers. I smile and make my way over to the bench.

I look to see a man in his early thirties sitting patiently on the bench, a briefcase at his feet. I sit down beside him, hearing nothing but my thundering heart. He barely gives me a glimpse. I look at his hand to see the spot on his finger where a wedding band once sat. The white skin contrasting against his tan finger.

I smile and run a finger over the white skin. He looks at me with wide eyes as he takes me in, thoroughly this time. My emerald eyes and long brown curls, soft jawline, and perfect nose. I grinned as his gaze went farther down, over my perfectly sculpted curves. I watch his eyes glaze over in lust.

I run my hand up to his thigh, slightly brushing my fingertips over him. Standing up slowly, I gesture him to follow me to an old hotel just down the street. He trails me like a puppy.

I go into the hotel and ask the front desk to give the man my spare room key, before hurrying upstairs. I move all my stuff into a closet and hide beside the doorway.

The door creaks open and the man walks inside, looking around excitedly. I slam the door shut behind him, the loud bang causing the man to jump and turn around. Grinning I walk over to him and push him onto the bed with one hand.

Let lust blind you.

I pull off my shirt and reach over to the bedside table, my chest hovering just millimeters over his face, blocking his view. I open the drawer and pull out a 5mm pistol and pin his arms down with one hand and the gun to his throat with the other, my finger resting on the trigger.

His eyes widen in realization and the lust fades away.

"I'm going to take out your contacts," I say with my honey-coated words, "one wrong move, I pull the trigger, got it?"

He nodded and whispered, "how did you-"

Before he could continue I removed one of his contacts and one of mine, neuro-linking with him. I pressed the barrel deeper into his throat, daring him to try something. He stayed still as I sifted through his mind stealing all his secrets. Garvin Laney, director of the Secret Services, I hit the jackpot today.

After I stole all his important memories I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "thought-whispers, or lack of them, that's how I knew."

His last words were, "Lady Daylight," as I got off of him and shot him once in the head.

The silencer could silence the gunshot, but not the sound of his skull crunching as the bullet killed him.

I picked up my phone dialing one of three numbers in it, "clean up in room 245," I stated coldly into the phone before hanging up and leaving the hotel.

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After walking down the streets and alleyways of New Bell City I finally made it to the base. I unlock the abandoned warehouse door and walked inside. Every time I walk in it's like I'm seeing this place for the first time. The luxurious lounge in the center is surrounded by offices with glass walls. I walk past the lounge and the offices to the stairs that lead to the boss's loft.

"Anthony?" I call in knocking on the door.

I peek inside to see Anthony lift his head out of a file folder and look at me.

"Come in my love!" he called gesturing for me to come inside, "Did you find anything for me?"

I smiled softly and nodded, "Garvin Laney, director of the Secret Services," I mutter.

He looks up at me beaming, "come sit, take off your contacts!"

He sits on the couch patting the spot beside him. I swallow hard and take out my left contact.

He neuro-links with me and duplicates the memories, leaving me to keep them as well. He sifted through hundreds of cases, locations of task forces, black sites, undercover agents, and so much more. He sifted through secrets that could bring the Secret Services to their knees.

Once he was done he looked at me grinning, he reached out and cupped my face, making my stomach twist uncomfortably. He planted a kiss on my forehead which made me shiver.

Was this love? I couldn't remember, all I knew was Anthony was the one who saved me.