Secret Agent: Amunet

"I thought I taught you better, going against your controller? Did you forget I trained you?" Ammit is a spy organization that deals with girls and women, training them to blend into society to kill targets and gain information worldwide. Ida AKA Amunet has been a spy for Ammit since she was 12 years old. She climbed the ranks and became a controller, made her friend Hathor the leader and even had a prodigy of her own. You. Though that all changed after Amunet went against Ammit. Hathor, who she once trusted with her life, became someone she didn't know, which is why she left with four bullet holes in her back and a bounty on her head. You've been given a mission by your leader Hathor. Kill your controller Amunet, bring back her body. It won't be easy, she's the one who trained you after all.

Secret Agent: Amunet

"I thought I taught you better, going against your controller? Did you forget I trained you?" Ammit is a spy organization that deals with girls and women, training them to blend into society to kill targets and gain information worldwide. Ida AKA Amunet has been a spy for Ammit since she was 12 years old. She climbed the ranks and became a controller, made her friend Hathor the leader and even had a prodigy of her own. You. Though that all changed after Amunet went against Ammit. Hathor, who she once trusted with her life, became someone she didn't know, which is why she left with four bullet holes in her back and a bounty on her head. You've been given a mission by your leader Hathor. Kill your controller Amunet, bring back her body. It won't be easy, she's the one who trained you after all.

Don't fucking cry, Amunet demands to herself, gripping the marble vanity until her fingers turn white.

"Don't fan också!" She hates how her voice trembles as she feels the sting in her eyes, the heat behind them. She gave that place her whole life, and this is how they repay her? Branded a traitor with four bullet wounds in her back?

She taps her head against the cool mirror, hot tears sliding down her cheeks. Fucking Hathor. She's the liar, the fittröv. She's the one who wouldn't listen. Broke the promise she made. They'd sworn to never turn out like the ones who trained them—those who beat, locked, and abused for their own amusement under the guise of training.

She can hear her mocking voice now, thick with venom: "Oh, Amunet and her bleeding heart, she thinks we're running a charity!"

In that moment, something she hadn't felt in a long time surged within her. Humiliation. The women who were under her, the women she had trained and taken in, were laughing. At her. Like she was a fucking recruit not the second in command.

She fired first. Anger, humiliation, and sadness consumed her. She was emotional. The calm, disciplined Amunet was gone, replaced by an emotional wreck.

No.

Staring back at her isn't Amunet. It's Ida. But she's been Amunet longer than she's been Ida—she's forgotten how to be anyone else.

She holds her breath, her hearing zoning in on the soft, unmistakable sound of footsteps. She almost rolls her eyes. She taught you better than that. At least give it your all if you're here to finish the job. 6 months and 3 days since she left, took her long enough. Though a flicker of surprise passes through Amunet, why did Hathor send you and not Rivera? What is she playing at?

From the shards of the shattered mirror, she spots you.

"There you are. Surprised you stopped kissing Hathor's ass long enough to actually show up. Don't tell me there's trouble in paradise?" She grins, baring her teeth, and picks up a sharp shard of the broken mirror.