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PASSWORD | Hannah Carmichael Chronicles (FORTY-EIGHT)

Your Briefing:

Hannah Carmichael: Former Spy with the CGT agency. Status: Believed to be dead by CGT and worldwide. Working at The Main Gazette to get inside information on CGT.
Zeke Anderson: Former Spy with the real Government. Working with Hannah to take down CGT. Status: Believed to be dead by CGT and worldwide. Currently UNDERCOVER inside a CGT newspaper.
Stephanie Winchester: Former spy and Hannah’s best friend. Status: Believed to be dead by CGT and worldwide. Working at The Main Gazette to get inside information on CGT.
Baxter: Zeke’s partner. Status: Current spy with the real Government – working with Hannah to take down CGT.
Perfect opportunity to go undercover, but with no official backup, will things work out, or will they just get more complicated?

 

 FORTY-EIGHT

Hannah tapped the pen on her desk and groaned. When she was told about this job, she had imagined more interesting stories than restaurant reviews. She glanced over to Zeke’s desk and sighed. He was the lucky one who had been sent out to a political press conference.
Two weeks, they had been at The Main Gazette but they hadn’t found anything on CGT. The whole team was feeling the pressure, and frustration. Hannah heard Stephanie talking with the Editor of the paper, Mr Black, and looked over at them. The boss figured himself tough, but with Stephanie’s new look, he usually backed down.
Carrying a briefcase, Black waved goodbye and Stephanie sat at her desk which was just outside his office. Hannah got up and made her way over to Stephanie’s desk.
“Is he going out for long?” she asked.
Stephanie nodded, “he has a meeting, should be gone a few hours. Why?” she asked, her left eyebrow lifting.
Hannah shrugged and grinned, “I figured now was a good time to look around in there.” She pointed towards his office and Stephanie smiled and rolled her eyes. Hannah slipped into the office and closed the door and blinds. Turning, Mr Black’s large desk filled most of the back wall. As she looked through the desk carefully, Hannah sighed at the lack of evidence.
“What did I think? He was going to leave secret papers lying around?” She asked herself out loud. Hannah moved to the bookcase and rolled her eyes, “And now I’m talking to myself.” She pushed on the bottom shelf of books and a strip of books clinging together wobbled as one piece.
“Hello, hello,” Hannah said, pulling them out. A small box was hidden behind and she pulled it out, returning the row of fake books. Standing, Hannah opened the small box and frowned.
“All I wanted was a password, or access to the CGT database, but instead what do I get? More USBs.” Hannah groaned and put the box onto the desk, falling into Mr Black’s chair.
She pulled out one of the USBs and flipped it around to see a label. Initials SW were written on it and she frowned, pulling out another one. The initials ZA were printed and Hannah felt her breathing quicken, pulling out the last one. H.C. stared at her and she sucked in a quick breath.
Stephanie Winchester, Zeke Anderson and Hannah Carmichael.
The computer on the desk was still on and logged in, and Hannah pulled the H.C. drive out of the box, plugging it into the computer.
The screensaver was replaced by a black screen, a white blinking line in the middle of the screen. The word ‘Password’ appeared and Hannah sighed. It was encrypted.
She glanced around the desk for a password clue and rolled her eyes. CGT had a standard password for each level of operative. Hannah tried to think of the different levels, accessing the list she had once stumbled upon and memorised.
She opened her eyes and typed in the possible password, guessing Mr Black’s clearance level. Holding her breath, she pushed the enter button and the screen sprung to life.

Hannah watched, as it worked to decrypt the information on the USB. She leaned back in the chair, hearing a noise outside the office. She froze; had Black returned? She looked around the office for a hiding place, then back to the screen. The USB was still decrypting.
The knob on the office door rattled and Hannah stared at it, her eyes wide.


Author’s Note:

Thanks for reading this week’s instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Tomorrow for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!

Christy Grace

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Fiction Hannah Carmichael Chronicles

TOGETHER FOR A CHANGE | Hannah Carmichael Chronicles (FORTY-SEVEN)

Your Briefing:

Hannah Carmichael: Former Spy with the CGT agency. Status: Believed to be dead by CGT and worldwide.
Zeke Anderson: Former Spy with the real Government. Working with Hannah to take down CGT. Status: Believed to be dead by CGT and worldwide. Currently UNDERCOVER inside a CGT newspaper.
Stephanie Winchester: Former spy and Hannah’s best friend. Status: Believed to be dead by CGT and worldwide.
Baxter: Zeke’s partner. Status: Current spy with the real Government – working with Hannah to take down CGT.
Perfect opportunity to go undercover, but with no official backup, will things work out, or will they just get more complicated?

 

FORTY-SEVEN

Hannah lifted her hand, playing with a strand of her now copper coloured hair and sighed. She missed her long, brown hair.
Stephanie looked up from her book and frowned, “I thought you were used to your new hair? What’s the matter?” she asked. Stephanie’s once auburn hair, was now Jet Black and the fake tattoos on her arms and chest matched her new facial piercings.
“I’m used to my hair,” Hannah said, smiling. “I’m not quite so sure about your look just yet though.”
“Hey now!” Stephanie said, standing up and tossing her book onto the chair. “I think this look is working.” She turned then put a hand on her hip, her fishnet stockings already showing a slit up the left leg.
Hannah chuckled and nodded, “It does. I’m just messing with you.” She sighed and sat down on the couch. “I’m going stir crazy in here.”
Stephanie flopped back onto her chair, throwing her feet onto the coffee table. “Yeah, but there are some advantages to the world thinking you’re dead,” she said, grinning.
Hannah rolled her eyes, “Like what?”
“Well, we don’t have to pay any taxes for one thing.” Stephanie smiled and Hannah shook her head. Before she could reply, a knock on the door rose both women to their feet, guns raised. The knock resumed in a pattern they had established with Zeke and Baxter. They both lowered their weapons and Hannah exhaled, moving to the door. She opened the small observation slot, checking the boys were alone, then pulled the door open.
Zeke smiled as they walked through the door, “You didn’t miss us too much did you?” He asked, kissing her on the cheek.
“I miss seeing the sun,” Hannah said, frowning.
Zeke rolled his eyes and sat on the couch with Baxter.
Hannah folded her arms across her chest, “Just tell me we can get out and do something.” She sat on the dining chair and Baxter nodded.
“I got you and Stephanie jobs with Zeke at the CGT newspaper. From there, you can monitor any communications and see how, and where, they are sending messages.” He stood and handed the women their new identification badges for the paper.
“When you’re there, you can try to hack their server, and see who, if anyone, knows what they’re really working for.”
Hannah stared at the ID picture and frowned. It didn’t look much like her, but that was the point. CGT thought she was dead, and she needed to keep it that way.
“Who knows,” Zeke said, grinning as Hannah looked up at him. “It might be fun to work together for a change.”


Author’s Note:

Thanks for reading this week’s instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Next Week for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!

Christy Grace

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Hannah Carmichael Chronicles

Your Dreams Are Coming True

Hannah Carmichael Chronicles are so exciting, that I can’t wait to share the story with you.

So, to accommodate my desire to share, and yours to read, I will be posting HCC instalments Tuesday to Friday for the next little while!

There is so much more to share, so much danger for Hannah to navigate, and so much drama.

So tune in next week Tues-Fri for the next instalment in the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles.

Thanks – and happy reading!

Christy Grace

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Hannah Carmichael Chronicles

Your Dreams Are Coming True | HCC

Hannah Carmichael Chronicles are so exciting, that I can’t wait to share the story with you.

So, to accommodate my desire to share, and yours to read, I will be posting HCC instalments Tuesday to Friday for the next little while!

There is so much more to share, so much danger for Hannah to navigate, and so much drama.

So tune in next week Tues-Fri for the next instalment in the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles.

Thanks – and happy reading!

Christy Grace

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The Wedding (Furious Fiction)

FURIOUS FICTION

Please enjoy my Furious Fiction entry for February 2019 below – a wedding with a twist!

 

THE WEDDING

The music started.
As I walked, I counted every step carefully. The last thing I needed was to trip in this goofy white dress. The Converse shoes were keeping my feet warm, but on a 30 degree day it was the last thing I wanted.
Instead I locked my gaze on him. I was so lucky. He looked incredible in his monkey suit. The music started to fade as I watched him, a smile plastered on my face.
I glanced around at the people staring at me. Halfway. All I had to do was make it little further without falling.

He frowned and I felt my chest constricting. Was he disappointed? The minister and bridal party all shared in his expression and I stopped walking.
Sounds came back into focus as my fiancé rushed towards me, yelling. That’s when I heard it.
The gunshot.

Things blurred out of focus as I felt the impact propel me forward. I fell hard onto my stomach and my breath caught. Another shot behind me echoed and I rolled over, trying to breathe again. As I stared at the ceiling screams filled the church as people scrambled to get out unscathed.

Then I saw him hovering over me, a dark smile on his face.
“You were going to get married without me?” He tutted and aimed the gun in my direction. “I thought we meant more to each other.”
I sucked in a breath and waited.
“Hey!” My fiancé’s voice broke through the silence and I whipped my head around. “Step away.” His service revolver was aimed at my ex’s face.
“Back off, or I’ll kill her,” The intruder said. I took in a deep breath, the pain radiating through my shoulder. To my left, the aisle decorations sat just within reach. As the men faced off, I reached out and grabbed a large white candle.

Our intruder turned to see it too late, and fell backwards as it made contact with his face. He cursed and I felt a rush of wind pass by me as my fiancé reached him. I inched up to see him kick the gun away and shout at someone behind me.
As police officers moved swiftly to my ex boyfriend, my fiancé turned and dropped to my side.

He put a hand on my face and smiled softly, “You’re going to be ok.” He said, moving over for the paramedics. As I winced through the pain, I looked over and saw him smile.
“What?” I asked through laboured breaths. He shrugged, a twinkle in his eyes.
“I just always thought it would be my second wedding that would be the dramatic one.”
I laughed and shut my eyes, shaking my head softly, “Second marriage?” I asked as he chuckled.

I opened my eyes and smiled at my future husband.
He leaned in closer and lowered his voice, smiling, “Lucky for me, I get to marry you twice.”


Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace