I couldn't believe it.
I was 4 years old and already the director of the CIA. I had worked my way up hard, but i made it there. I was the youngest director of the CIA in history-- and I was going to be the best too.
The mujahadeen had taken control of the middle east, and we had to stop them. They had obtained biological weapons-- and they were going to take out the British prime minister.
Washington is a
dirty town. People will slime you, stab you in the back--anything to get ahead. They said I was young, said i was inexperienced-- yeah, well, last time i checked that didn't matter in this town. I had to get on the phone with the president right away, and stop the muslims from taking over
First thing was first: I wanted ground troups, a covert operation, the best in the business. Second, I want eyes on every move they make. Third, we can't let the public find out-- there would be mass panic. But Brasston was in my way. He wanted the job. He was always jealous of me-- i was first in the class at the academy, always one step ahead of him. But he had the president's ear, and I didn't need him getting in my way. He told the president it was just bad intel, but i had the proof i needed. Then one day, I am walking to my car, when I suddenly hear a noise behind me-- like i am being
followed. i pretend not to notice, to fool him, when suddenly Brasston jumps out. I fight him off, but he is going to make it looked like i attacked him and get me fired. I had to act fast. in the end i won out, and Brasston was finished. It was just another chapter in my life-- another victory for me. I sometimes look out at the ocean and wonder how I managed to do it all, and think about my life. but in the end, it will always all be worth it-- and I love every minute of it