memories – Christy Grace Scarlet Pen

Your Briefing:

Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who was trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency, which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down, and roped Hannah (and her fellow agent and best friend, Stephanie) into the fight.
Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a CGT and Global enemy, but now, she 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 revealed himself from the fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all.
With Hannah’s memories sketchy after a CGT Kidnapping, she went with Zeke to a Peace Talks conference, where the Cataclysm domino’s were to start falling – but things went unexpectedly. Shots were fired into the crowd, at the leaders on the podium, and Zeke confirmed the shooter was his Boss – supposedly a ‘good guy’. What will this mean for the team, and for Cataclysm – is it still on? What will CGT do to strike back?

SIXTY-SEVEN

“Hey James,” Hannah said as she bumped into James Carmichael in the hallway.
“You know it’s weird when you call me James. It’s always been Dad,” He said with a smile.
Hannah shook her head, “Yeah. I’m starting to think my memories will never fully return.”
He put a hand on her shoulder, then steered her towards the main bullpen, “come on, we’re having a strategy meeting.”

As they walked into the large space, Hannah tried to keep track of the arguments, which were swirling around her. Cataclysm, the World War attempt, could still happen, but it seemed like everyone had a different idea on how to stop it.
“We should just go to the media and show them everything we have,” Stephanie said.
“Are you crazy? CGT would kill you, and any reporter you talked to before the story even aired,” Sarah – the weapons expert – said, as she stood and her chair fell to the ground behind her.
“We can’t just do nothing,” Zeke said as voices rose higher. Hannah sighed as she watched the room, everyone except James yelling out ideas. He was observing, just as she was.

Hannah finally stood, reaching into her waistband and pulling out a gun. As she let a shot slam into the roof, the agents inside drew their own weapons, aiming them in her direction until she put her hands up in surrender. “Fighting won’t solve anything. It seems like the more these people are in the shadows, the more power they have,” Hannah took in a deep breath, “So, I’m going to the media to give them everything we have.”
The room erupted with shouting once again, and Hannah looked over at her Father. After a minute, he nodded and stood himself. The room grew quiet without the use of a shot and Hannah tried not to smile.
“Hannah’s right, we need to get the word out there. We need to show the world what CGT is capable of. We’ve all been in the shadows too long.”
“But we can’t let Hannah do it, she can’t even remember working for CGT in the first place,” Zeke said, his voice shaking.
“I’ve been looking into this memory loss situation,” Hannah said quickly, before more yelling could begin. “Exposure to similar surroundings or activities can help jolt it back.”
“Maybe Zeke should give you a kiss, I’m sure that would jolt some things back,” Sarah said from the other side of the room. Giggles made the rounds and Hannah rolled her eyes, “I was thinking more about a tactical mission.”

She turned to Roy and took a few steps closer to his computer, “didn’t we talk about a gun shipment that CGT was expecting?”
“Yeah, but it’s small potatoes. Nothing that would make a real dent in their operations,” Roy said, shrugging and pulling up their snitch’s intel.
“That’s perfect. Just enough to get my feet wet,”
Zeke shook his head, “Hannah, you can’t remember-“
“Can’t remember what? Who people are? I’ve got all my muscle memory, all my shooting and tactical training. I don’t see why I can’t do this and see if it jogs something back,” Hannah folded her arms across her chest and Zeke smiled, shaking his head.
“What?” She asked, lowering her arms and taking a step backwards.
“It looks like you’ve made up your mind. You did the arms crossed thing.”

Hannah frowned and Zeke turned to James, “Stephanie has regained a lot of her memories as well. I could go with both of them and see if it can shake loose the memories for both of them. But I still don’t know about the Media situation.”
James took a minute, then nodded his head, turning to Evelyn Carmichael, “We’ll do the mission. Do you want to go too? Shake loose your memories?”
The woman, who was apparently Hannah’s mother smiled and shook her head, “Something tells me I don’t want to remember everything, and I’d much prefer to listen.”
James nodded and clapped his hands together, “alright then. Let’s get you all ready, you’ve got some guns to acquire.”

Author’s 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

Your Briefing:

SIXTY-SIX

Hannah held the gun in her hand, angling it like she had seen as a kid in movies. It was funny how the memories were returning; slowly. Sometimes they were helpful, others not so much, but they were returning none the less.
The target seemed too far, but she readjusted her grip on the gun properly, letting three shots out of the pistol.

Pulling off her ear protection, she walked slowly towards the target and sighed, tracing her fingers over the perfectly placed shots.
Two to the heart, one to the head; how did she do that?
The door to the warehouse floor screeched open and Hannah turned, her gun raised out of an instinct that she didn’t realise was there. The woman at the door raised her own gun, then sighed as she recognised Hannah.
It was Stephanie Winchester.

“You startled me,” Stephanie said. Hannah slowly lowered her own weapon.
“I guess a spy shouldn’t admit that, but hey, we can’t remember all of our training,” Stephanie smiled then shrugged. As she glanced at Hannah’s target, Stephanie nodded towards it, “Weird huh? How we have the skills, just to not the memory on how we got them.”
Hannah nodded, then put the pistol onto the table and bent to pick up the long arms rifle she’d also carried in for practise.
“Heavy artillery ay?” Stephanie asked, chuckling. “I get some memories of us in remote locations, on missions together. Somehow, I’m not surprised that you’re a good shot.”

Hannah dropped the rifle back into the case and squared her shoulders, “Well I’m surprised. At least someone’s starting to remember, because I can’t remember jack!”
Stephanie raised both hands in a surrendering gesture and sighed, “I’m sorry Hannah. Some of the things that have come back to my mind,” she lowered her shoulders and looked at the ground, “I wish I didn’t have to remember them.”
Stephanie looked back up at Hannah and smiled softly, “You know, we were really close. I’m starting to miss it.”

Hannah stared at the person who only returned to her memories briefly. She’d seen Stephanie in a few mission memories, but the ones in social places, laughing and singing, those were her favourites.
“I just want everything to come back. I’m sick of feeling like I’m constantly out of a semi-familiar loop.”

Stephanie nodded and picked up her gun, holstering it and walking back towards the warehouse doors, “I’ll come back a bit later.”
“Stephanie?”
Stephanie Winchester turned and smiled, “Yeah?”
“Do I even want to remember everything?”
Stephanie shrugged, “maybe not.”

Author’s 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