The Hannah Carmichael Chronicles
Your Briefing:
Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who was trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency of which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down as well, and roped Hannah and her fellow agent (and best friend) Stephanie, into the fight.
Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a known terrorist and CGT enemy, but now seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead and missing for over a decade, but has now shown up from his fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all.
Hannah woke up without her memory, and is now relying on her family to help find her way back and stop CGT.
With a World War III event called ‘Cataclysm’ on the horizon, and Hannah trying to fight, and regain her memories, what will she and her team find out, and how will they stop CGT?
SIXTY-THREE
Even though she had been through a 24-hour cycle of re-training at the safe house, she still felt uneasy as they walked closer to the podium.
Hannah scanned the crowd. She was still uncertain of who, or what she was supposed to be looking for.
Zeke turned and the sight of his face brought another flash of a memory fragment through her thoughts.
Standing back to back, guns pointed at unknown, armed suspects.
Hannah shook her head and Zeke took a step closer to her, quickly scanning the strangers surrounding them.
“Are you okay?” He asked, lifting her head to look into her eyes.
Hannah shrugged, “another memory flash. It’s no biggie,” she said as she pulled backwards.
Zeke frowned and straightened his shoulders, clearing his throat; “The press conference is the perfect place for CGT to put Cataclysm into effect.” He turned and started walking again, checking his surroundings as they moved through the crowd.
“Sending missiles which are supposedly from each country into the other should do the trick to start a war.”
Hannah sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, staring at it. They had cut it shorter and died it black, but the face in the mirror looked just as foreign as before.
The two women she had been rescued with were on different assignments, and Hannah groaned as a tall man in the crowd shoved past her. Zeke turned and shook his head, reaching out his hand and pulling her faster to the media check in desk.
“Elliot and Maya from The Morning Gazette,” he said to the volunteer. She checked the list and nodded as she ticked beside names that were not their own. Hannah followed Zeke to a chair in the second row, “Elliot and Maya?” She asked, as he sat beside her.
Zeke grinned, “you used to find it amusing to use names from films, TV or books when you went undercover.”
Hannah chuckled softly and shook her head, as a list of possible names flashed through her memory, “I guess so. Where are these names from?”
Zeke glanced at her, then back to the crowd, “Just Shoot Me. A TV show about magazine workers. Ironic, as we’re supposed to be from a newspaper,” he smiled, then pointed at a small stage in the middle of the press chaos. “Check it out.”
Hannah watched as several men and one woman walked out onto the stage. The crowd stood and began buzzing as the woman approached the podium. She tapped the microphone and feedback screeched.
She looked to her left and right, “ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. This press conference is to show what diplomacy and communication can accomplish when countries put their differences aside, and work together.”
Hannah zoned out the woman’s’ words and looked from one leader to the other, both seemed on edge. Her gut was telling her something was wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it as she scanned the crowd. Turning back to the stage, Hannah watched both leaders, now facing each other and shaking hands. They smiled for cameras as they clicked and flashed and Hannah reached for Zeke’s arm to share her concern.
As she made contact, loud shots echoed through the crowd.
Authors Note:
Thanks for reading the latest instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Soon for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!
CHRISTY GRACE
Christy Grace Scarlet Pen 