My story, Part 1: How It All Began

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, intelligent young woman. In the interest of protecting her identity, we'll call her 008. 008 spent several years as an apprentice of the greatest minds in the world. When she finally graduated from her apprenticeship, it was time to embark upon some secret missions, primarily focused on protecting the world from corruption and the removal of society's ability to use reason and intellect. Her job was to eliminate the conspirators who used cult leader-inspired antics to control masses of people and remove their ability to think for themselves.

Naturally, her family became curious about what she would do with her life, but she had to focus on preparing herself mentally and physically for her first mission. As they began asking questions about her career objectives, she knew she would have to craft some sort of guise to protect her identity and the nature of her missions.

"I'm going to work in Europe for a newspaper." She told them. "I'll be interviewing CEOs and selling advertising space. It's a great assignment for a leading publication!"

Her family was skeptical. "Which newspaper?" they asked.

"It's published in Asia. They need native English speakers to conduct the interviews." She explained with confidence.

"Are you sure you're not going to work for the CIA or FBI?" Her mother asked, half jokingly.

"Of course I'm sure. Don't be ridiculous."

"Well if you are," her mother stated more seriously, "just move the lamp in the hall to the other end of the table when you leave. I know you can't tell me, but I have to know."

008 laughed easily and went upstairs to pack for her first mission. "I'm leaving first thing in the morning." She called down the stairs behind her. "I'll call you when I'm settled in Oslo."

She hid a revolver among her socks and underwear and packed a pair of motorcycle boots and leather pants. The rest of her gear was more inconspicuous, as she would have to blend into large groups to penetrate the premise of her targets.

She went to sleep and rose before the sun the next morning. Her family was still asleep and would be for another couple of hours. She zipped up her suitcase and lifted the handle to drag it downstairs. As she approached the door, she saw the classic black 1980s BMW parked across the street. Her ride had arrived to take her to a private jet. She set her suitcase next to the door and walked back down the hall to the table. With a smirk, she lifted the lamp and moved it to the other end of the table before turning to collect her bags and slip out into the pre-dawn morning.