My Secret Identity

by

Unico

“Good evening Senator.” I replied as I sacked his groceries for him. “Good evening, Amanda. How’s school going? Wont be long and you’ll be graduating.”

“Pretty good, sir.” I reached into my pocket and withdrew a small tuna can and slipped it into one of the bags, unseen. “Here you are, sir.” I handed the two bags to him as he accepted his change from Mary, the cashier. He smiled as he took the bags from me and turned to walk away. It was hard not to smile. I’d been waiting for this moment for almost six months now. I reminded myself to breathe, and not to blow it.

“Good evening, ma’am.” I said to the next customer as I began packing her groceries. “Good evening, dear. Isn’t this weather we’re having just beautiful?” “Yes ma’am, it sure is.” I agreed as a glanced casually out the window to catch the Senator stepping into his Sedan. I handed the lady her package and as the Senator was backing out, I reached into my pocket for the detonator. A few seconds later a loud explosion rocked the store; the concussion knocked out the two end windows. People were screaming and throwing themselves to the floor or looking around in confusion. I dropped to the floor as well, cursing under my breath. “A little less next time Mandy.” I told myself. Those windows shouldn’t have been affected. It didn’t take long for the police and paramedics to show up. They pronounced the Senator dead at the scene. I was relieved that no one else had been injured. I’d have to be more focused next time.

Mr. Johnson, the owner of the grocery store, had us close early. I volunteered to stay after and finish cleaning up. “Thank you Amanda, but don’t stay too late. I don’t wont you to have to walk home after dark.” “I wont Mr. Johnson.” I waited till everyone had left before getting the broom and trash can and walked over to the now boarded up windows. I swept up all the glass and dumped it into the trash.

As I locked the door and turned to go home, I allowed myself a satisfied grin. Senator Riggins had been the last on my list. He had been the one who had hired the hit on my family almost a year ago. My parents had worked for the government for nearly twenty eight years. They were specially trained in assassination and had spent their lives in service to their country. And how were they repaid? With a bullet. Luckily, they had been teaching my sister and I a few tricks o the trade. We had even gotten to work on a couple simpler cases with them. After all, what better cover could you have then being a kid? I thought back to that night as I walked home. It had been my little sisters birthday. Sydney had turned 14 and was eagerly awaiting her birthday present. There was a new musical playing in town that she’d been dying to go see. I had started working at the grocery store so I saved up enough to buy two tickets. Dad had said we couldn’t go alone, but that he would take care of his and mom’s. That was fine with me.

That morning I had awakened with a pounding headache and a high fever. Mom and I sat on the couch as I told her I wanted them to still take Syd to the show. “Are you sure Mandy? We can buy tickets for next week.” “No. I bought this for her. I want her to get to go tonight. Please mom?”

Mom had smiled, like she always did, then nodded in agreement. “All right. I know she’ll be disappointed that you’re not going, but she’ll probably tell you all about it when we get back tonight.”

Sydney had been upset I was going but she couldn’t stop jumping up in down in her excitement. “Thank you, thank you, sis. I’ve been wanting to see this forever!” She said as she hugged me. “ I know. Now go get ready or you’ll be late.” She turned and raced to the stairway, but paused before going up. “You know, Amanda, I really love you. I wish you were going.” I smiled back at her “I know. I love you too now go get dressed.”

I pulled my keys from my pocket and stood before the front door of my empty house. With a sigh, I put the key back into my pocket and went and sat in the porch swing. The police had come and told me that my family had been killed as they walked back to the car after the show. About an hour later, the FBI and some other agency showed up and started ransacking the house. Before I knew it, the reporters were saying that My father had been killed in an explosion when something went wrong with his plan to blow up City Hall. Adding that my mother and sister had been in the car with him. Next came the final blow. They declared my parents traitors to the country, stating that they had evidence that they had been involved in various terrorist attacks against our country and its politicians.

That was the final straw. I hacked into a few systems and got with a couple trusted contacts of my parents who were all too happy to assist me in my plot for revenge. I finally had the names of who had put out the hit, and who the assassin was. I took out the assassin first. It had been easier than I had thought it would be. He hadn’t taken any precautions like my parents had taught us. He was drunk and partying with a girl who seemed like she’d be having more fun picking lice off a gorilla. I motioned for her to leave, which she did quickly and soundlessly, then I rolled him over onto his back. “Who the hell ‘er you?” he asked sluggishly. “I’m the daughter of the agents you murdered. You also killed my little sister.” I growled at him as I raised my .44 towards his head. “Mmm, pity that one. (hic) I should saved her for-“ I didn’t wait for him to finish. I popped him quickly, checked to make sure he was dead and left through the back door.

Well, now it was done. My anger could finally be resolved. Well, maybe not totally. The government had turned its back against them and allowed them to die in dishonor. I stood up and went into the house, my footsteps echoing the dark. I went up stairs to my office and sat down at the computer. I checked my email and noticed I had a message from Uncle Harry. Uncle Harry? Who the hell was that? I thought a moment. Oh yeah…..he had been like one of the main bosses that my parents reported to. They trusted him. “Trust seems like a bad thing to have.” I thought to myself as I clicked on the letter and began to read.

Mail From: UncleHarry@xxtv.net Date: 7-14-88 Time: 17:33:14 PM

To: Amanda

I heard the local news. I’m glad you were unharmed and coping well. If you’ll check your banking account you will see I’ve sent you a gift. You’re parents would be proud of you. As soon as things have relaxed around there, I will be sending you another message as I have another gift for you should you agree to assist me in a small matter. Until then, Love, Uncle Harry.

Well, what do you know. Looks like I’ve got a job. At least my summer wont be boring. I deleted the message and shutdown the computer. With a yawn, I walked out of the office and down the hall to my room. “Life as an assassin?” I thought to myself, “Why the hell not? I mean, yeah its got its drawbacks, but its got its kicks too. Not much of a retirement plan, but it pays well.” I grinned as I pulled the covers up and reached over to shut off the light. With a chuckle I said aloud, “People better start being good or the next time they hear something go bump in the night, it might be me. “