I Think My Dad Is a Spy by Sognia Vassallo Page B

of this,” Grandma said pointing to her bandaged leg.
    As she stepped backwards I could see Dad in full view but couldn’t believe my eyes. He was bending over a floor safe hidden beneath the concrete and passing up to Grandma a long black gun.

    I jumped back in fright. HOLY GRAPES, was that a real gun? My heart started pounding and my legs felt like jelly. I looked around wishing that Theo or Janice were with me. It’s times like this when I really needed a mobile phone!
    â€œDon’t be silly mother, we’re a team and I promise I will look after Chelsea and do my best to bring Zoe back so you can even the score and shoot her in the leg this time,” Dad said chuckling to himself.
    HOLY MOLY! ZOE SHOT MY GRANDMA?! I mouthed frantically.
    â€œOh you’re terribly funny darling,” Grandma said sarcastically taking a smaller gun from Dad’s hand.
    Another gun; how many does he need? Who does my dad think he is? GI JOE?
    â€œMother, I have a favour to ask you. While I’m away, please get Sophie and her friends off this ridiculous investigation they are on. I’m not ready for anyone to know who I really am just yet or who you are for that matter,” Dad begged.
    â€œI’ll try Joseph, but I can’t promise anything. But you need to be more careful too. You nearly blew your cover the other day speaking Russian in front of Sophie. What were you thinking?” said Grandma.
    â€œDon’t you think I know that but I had no choice? Chiricov was tracking Zoe for me, and I needed to find out where she was. To be honest I was so caught up with you getting shot, Zoe escaping and the engagement that I didn’t care if Sophie discovered I can speak several languages,” he announced.
    WHOAH! My dad can speak several different languages? I mouthed silently. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was learning all this stuff about my dad and it was kinda’ cool but scary at the same time.
    Dad shut the heavy lid of the safe, which echoed around the warehouse. He stood up and was dusting himself off. After he brushed down his dark trousers he put a small pistol into his left sock, and a cold chill shuddered through my body.
    â€œI know Sophie’s growing up and I will tell her the truth one day, but I don’t want her knowing just yet,” he said stuffing three other guns and a pair of nun-chucks into a large black bag.
    â€œCome on it’s about time we headed back to the house, I don’t want Sophie to come looking for us,” Dad said slinging the heavy bag over his shoulder.
    I ran as fast as my legs would carry me across our back yard, into the house, down the hallway and I dove onto my bed. My heart was pounding so fast and I was breathing so hard I was seeing stars. I just couldn’t believe what I had just seen and heard. I felt dizzy and sick. Slowly everything started to make sense now. The weird phone calls, the text messages, Russia, Zoe, Grandma’s wounded leg, not to mention her career as an author. No wonder she was a bestselling murder mystery writer, she was writing from experience!
    This was so unbelievable that I even pinched my arm to make absolutely sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope I was awake all right and had just witnessed the whole thing. This was better than any movie script I had imagined I would write someday.
    Staring up at the ceiling my head swirled about with confusion.
    Janice’s freckly face suddenly popped into my head. I can’t believe that she was right all along—my dad really is a spy and so is my grandmother!
    The End

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