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EDWARD PAGE "I found you inside the underground passageway of the prison", I said. "Who are you and why the hell were you there." I looked at the young woman. Dark intelligent eyes, pale skin and blond hair. I had chained her to a wall. "Sarah Adams", the woman said. "My husband attempted to kill me. I shot him in the head. I was thrown out of SAS and wanted to be on the winning side so i came to find you, disguised as a private detective." Should I believe her? Or should i kill right now? I had a gun in my hand. But it was true. I did need a partner. I still didn't trust her. Then it hit me. I would make her go through a series of tests to see if she really had been part of the SAS and would check if she would leak information if in a particular situation. I grinned at her. I watched as Sarah dissembled and then put the gun back together. She loaded the gun raised it, and fired at the target. "Good shot!" I exclaimed. ...

Sarah walked stiffly out the door. She stood on the street waiting for taxi . When it finally pulled next to her she sat inside and the said, " Mental Asylum: Maniac max."  The driver turned around and stared as if she was crazy. " Detective", she said. The driver nodded and drove slowly around the block and pulled of the highway. The car bumped along the dirt path that lead to the mental asylum. There was a sign hung up nearby. Tresspassers will be prosecuted. Sarah leaned back and thought about the meeting. She had been recruited by MI6 as an agent. Operation Insane was classified HIGH RISK but Sarah had always been a little bit different from the time she born. She loved the rush she felt of the mix of emotions. Fear, excitement, and love for danger. This was just the beginning she reminded herself. It was getting crazier by the moment. She was to act as Page's accomplice and infiltrate the MI6 headquarters and at the last moment, turn him in. It was...

His skin was pale and his clothes were soaked in crimson. His skin began to feel cold against my gloved hands so I let go of him and he sagged to the ground, his body limp. His arms and legs were spread out in awkward angles and you could easily tell he was dead. I didn’t feel guilty and didn’t feel the least bit sad for him. I walked off, the mist curling around my ankles. Ex-private detective Sarah Adams straightened out the newspaper and read the front page headlines out loud, even though there was no one else in the house. It read: CELEBRITY JOHN ANDERSON FOUND DEAD AND ESCAPE FROM MENTAL ASYLUM! COULD THEY BE CONNECTED?  Sarah took off her glasses and wiped them of before putting them back on. The article said that Edward Page, an agent in the SAS Special Ops, had lead a depressed life after his wife Lucy died. This marked the end of his military career. He wasn’t able to bear this and swore that one day the world would touch his feet and bow to him. He went on a rampage ...