Aaron Wilson, Superspy Extrodinare - Elle Marie Calhoun (best historical fiction books of all time TXT) 📗

Amelia Robertson paced around the room urgently. “Would you stop pacing for just a second?” Amelia’s best friend Cammie asked. “Fine, but I have to leave soon.” Amelia replied. Cammie began to smile proudly. “Amelia!” her mother called from downstairs. “Coming Mom!” she yelled. “I’ll see you later, Cammie. You can hang out with Natalie. Oh and Eric is here. You know Corey’s best friend that you’re totally crushing on?” Cammie’s eyes lit up and she said excitedly, “Have fun!” And she closed the door right behind Amelia.

After work, Amelia thought she would look around the outskirts, and then through the streets she saw it, a mysterious, large building. She walked further, getting closer and closer to the building. She heard voices around the corner and ducked down behind a large, cardboard box. They came from around the corner and passed her, not noticing a thing. After she was sure they were gone, she took a deep breath as she got up and went down a dark hall around the next corner. She reached a door and began to turn it. It was locked. She heard footsteps behind her and the last thing she saw were two men creeping closer to her. Then it all went black.

When she began to come to, she heard voices saying, “Who do you think she is?” a husky voice said. “I don’t know, but she shouldn’t have been sneaking around. Shh... She’s waking up.”, a deep voiced man said. She blinked a couple times then opened her eyes and asked, “What happened?” “We saw you sneaking around.” the husky voice said. “How did I get here?” “We may have knocked you out.” Her jaw dropped partly and she asked curiously, “How?” “Knock-out gas, my dear.” “Who are you?” Amelia asked questioningly. “We can’t tell you that. What we need to know is who are you?” “Why should I tell you who I am if you won’t tell me who you are?” “Okay fine. But why were you sneaking around?” “Well. I saw this building and I felt a pull to go investigate. I don’t know why exactly, but I guess it was my senses telling me to.” “Interesting.”, said the man with the deep voice said, thoughtfully, gradually tapping his chin. “Give us a second, Miss.”, the husky voiced man said. “Sure.”, Amelia said casually. The two men went into a room at the left as she lay on that hard board curiously.

“Agent Carter, she sounds somewhat like a young agent we lost years ago. Only if I could remember her name...” the man with the deep voice said. “Maybe you should check the files, Price.” the husky voiced man said. “Good idea.” He went over to the file cabinet and looked through the first shelf. “Ah, here we are. Aaron Wilson. Her parents were agents, but they died while on mission when she was only 4 years old. After finding out, Aaron took off. She was never heard of again. I think we found her, Carter.” “So, Price. Should we go back in there and ask questions?” “Good idea. We can’t let her wait forever.”

“So, we need you to listen to this story carefully and say nothing till the very end. Okay?” Agent Carter said. Amelia just nods. “Okay. This is the story of two secret agents, Jason and Emily Wilson. They were incredibly skilled agents and were the best in the business. They had a daughter named Aaron; she was trained as a child to be as good as her parents. But one day, while on mission, her parents were killed. Aaron was only four years old and when she found out, she took off. Never to be seen again. Do you have any thoughts?” “What does this have to do with me?” “How long have you been with your family?” “My whole life, I'm pretty sure.” “I don’t think so. I don’t think you know everything. Now tell me who you really are. And we’ll let you go, but I have a feeling you may come back, Aaron.” “You think I’m her? My name is Amelia Robertson, not Aaron Wilson. Can I go now?” “Alright, you can go. But think about what happened here.”

When Amelia got home, nobody was there. “Must have gone out, I suppose. Now it's time to investigate around the house.” Amelia thought. She headed to her father’s office, where all the private family files are. She opened the door and walked straight to the large file cabinet in the corner. First shelf, not a thing. Second shelf, again, nothing. Third shelf, jackpot. There it was, an adoption form, and an orphanage file saying:

Seaside Orphanage

Name: Unknown

Condition: Does not know who she is, or where she’s from. Has a head injury, unknown how it occurred.

Gender: Female

Location Found: 3 miles from Garner St. She was totally unconscious and freezing with a large bump on her head.

Found By: Heather Pride

Date Found: October 26, 1995

Age: Approximately 4 years old

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Red Brown

Race: White

Height: 40 in.

Weight: 36 lbs.

Date of Birth: Unknown

 “This proves it, those agent guys may have been right. I have to go to that Orphanage; it’s my only chance of finding out more.” Amelia said aloud. She stuffed the files back in the cabinet, left the office, locked the door of the house and ran to the car.

It was half past 4 when she arrived at the Orphanage. She walked straight up to the desk where a woman with curly brown hair stood. “Excuse me; I need to ask about an old orphan. Her name was unknown, that girl was me, and I want to know more.” The woman’s face looked flabbergasted, she brought herself together and began to speak, “What is your name, now?” “It’s Amelia Robertson and actually, I came to see Heather Pride; she’s the one that found me.” “Well Heather doesn’t work here anymore, she retired, but you meant a lot to her, she has all your information and everything. I can give you her address, would that help?” “Heck, it would. Thanks so much.” The woman began to write the address down on a pad. After a couple seconds, she tore it off and handed it to Amelia. “Thanks again.” she said as she ran out the door to the car.”

“1235 Carter Dr., here I am at Heather Pride’s home.” Amelia says before getting out. She gets out of the car and walks up to the house that looks like an old cottage. She starts to knock on the door, nervous as ever. A couple of knocks and the door opens and standing there is a woman is her 40s with blonde straight hair and a height of 5’4, still very attractive for her age. “May I help you?” the woman said. “Yes, are you Heather Pride? I’m Amelia Robertson.” “Amelia? Come in, come in.”, Heather said gesturing Amelia to come inside.

“So Amelia, what brings you here?” Heather asks while setting two glasses of tea on a coffee table. “Well, I need you to tell me everything that happened when you found Me.”, Amelia said. “Well… it was a cold day in December, I was taking a walk. Then I found you, your face was red from cold, and you were dressed in a sweat suit with a jacket with a fur hood. You looked so pale and cold. I picked you up, took you to my car, and headed to the orphanage. When I got you there, finally warmed up, you started to come to. You knew nothing, not who you were, how old you were, or where you were from. We started to give you a nickname after a while, it was Ammie.” “Why Ammie?”“Because you had amnesia. You must have hit your head or something...” Right then Amelia started zoning out and had a massive headache and had a flashback. She saw a girl, about 4 years old, crying, running off. She was struggling as she ran because there was a blizzard. She ran on and on and tripped and fell on the ground, unconscious. Then it hit Amelia, the place, why she was crying, everything. She was Aaron Wilson.

Right then, Amelia’s tea glass slipped out of her grasp and shattered to the floor. “Amelia, are you okay?” Heather said as she began to shake her by the shoulders. She finally came out of it and noticed the shattered tea glass and responded, “Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I’ll clean it up myself.” “No. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. You must be under a lot of stress.” “Yeah, you’re right. I… I should go, thanks for everything.” As she walked out the door, her head was still processing everything. When in the car, she pulled out the card that she realized they had stuck in her jacket pocket. She typed in the number in her phone and hit dial. It started ringing and that husky voiced man answered, “Hello, Amelia. I knew you would call.” “How’d you know it was me?” “Amelia, I’m a secret agent. Think about it.” “Right. Okay so I’m coming in, so be prepared.” “Always.”

When she arrived at the place, it was discrete, very isolated. “No wonder I never came across this before.” Amelia thought to herself. She found that door that she had left out of earlier. She began to turn the knob on the door and there stood the man with the husky voice. “Amelia, come inside.” he said as he opened the door. She walked in and saw all the wonderment. Everything was huge and mechanical. “Welcome to our headquarters, Miss Robertson.”, the man said. “The place is huge.” Amelia said seeing the other man walk up. “Ah, Miss Robertson, welcome back. My name is Garrett Price and my partner here is James Carter. Now, Amelia, we’d like to show you something.” Garrett said. They began to walk behind him into a dark room full of file cabinets. Garrett flipped on the lights and went to a file cabinet and grabbed three large files out handed them to Amelia. “What are these?” she replied. “Come; sit down here at this table. She opened the first file labeled, “Jason Wilson”. He was experienced in martial arts, computer intelligence, and incredible shooting. The file was detailed with cases that he had worked on and there were pictures of him in action. He had dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, a muscular stature, and a height of about 6 ft. Amelia then closed the file and picked up the file labeled, “Emily Johnson”. She was quiet, had curly blonde hair, and dark brown eyes. She was beautiful, sneaky and also experienced in martial arts. She then put that file down as well and picked up the file labeled, “Aaron Wilson”. This was Amelia’s file. Her whole name was Aaron Joyce Wilson. She was experienced in self-defense and had her father’s computer intelligence. There was a photo of Emily and Jason holding baby