Heather Berg

Deathwish Heather Berg

"There are plenty of reasons as to why your dad wants to get into contact with you through indirect means, the first and most obvious being that he is a secret agent. I mean, duh." "No I mean why now? I've been working for the FSS for several years now and have done nothing to hide the fact that I am a federal agent from any other agency. In fact when I joined the FSS I was hoping that my dad would hear about it and come to me immediately, but that never happened. So why is he all of a sudden so interested in finding me?" "Are you just completely disregarding the fact that due to recent events you have been put under grade A government protection and your life is at risk via numerous outside sources?" Monique looked at me like I was completely blind. "I know you're used to living dangerously, Hannah, but this is a little extreme even for you. Your dad might just be concerned for your wellbeing!" "Or he might be concerned with the dollar sign on my forehead." I muttered. I pulled up an article dated just days ago from one of the other agencies that the FSS occasionally works with, my name it's headline. Apparently I was worth a pretty penny overseas; they want me dead or alive. "What is this, an old western film?" "At least they don't have a poster with your face alongside the article." Monique commented as she read the piece over my shoulder. "Although that would be pretty hilarious if you ask me. Wanted: Hannah Clark for being a badass."