You're not going to be here. Lucy Kirk shot upright in bed, all of her senses on high alert. It was early morning. She wasn't sure what time, but the

sun was low in the sky and the light filtering through her window was hazy and gray. Lucy's heart pounded in

her chest. Someone was in her bedroom.

Where did you get that? Someone was in her bedroom.

Where'd you get that cool purse with the camera hidden in the bottom?

The intruder asked with a sly smile on his face.

Lucy's rudely awakened brain scrambled to come up with a response,

any response that could get her out of this situation.

Is it for your secret work at the Pentagon?

He asked.

And just like that, Lucy realized her cover

had been blown.

Everything she'd been training for was about to be exposed.

Lucy did her best to look menacing.

Though, it's hard to look like a proper spy when you're wearing pajamas.

If you ever tell anyone about this, she paused and stared him down.

There was one threat Lucy could think of

that would guarantee his silence.

I'll tell mom you snooped through my stuff.

Lucy's 11-year-old brother Richard stared back at her from across the room,

his mischievous smile dropping immediately from his face.

Lucy felt her heart slow to a normal pace,

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