I used to watch James Bond movies when I was little. I would watch and watch until my mom reminded me to blink a couple of times, and then I'd have dreams of international espionage while I slept. Some girls dream of princes and castles - I dreamed of C4 and Walther PPKs. When you consider who my father was, I suppose that most people wouldn't be surprised. But my parents' wild days were over when I came along. They probably figured it wouldn't be in the best interests of the family to keep in the business. Can a predispostion towards espionage even be passed down through genetic code? If that were true, I suppose it would explain a lot about me. Well, at least my parents tried to give me a normal life - and succeeded for a couple of years. Inevitably, their pasts caught up with them... as did their enemies... as did the guns with their silencers.

But that's not something I talk about.

So for the majority of my upbringing, I was raised by a friend of the family, who I've always just called Raymond. Thus began my second chance at a normal childhood, which took a nosedive as soon as Raymond decided that his ward would probably need to know how to protect herself one of these days. So while other kids learned how to write in cursive and read Trumpet of the Swans, I held my very first Walther PPK and learned Spanish from the maid.

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