At twenty-four years old, most men are out living a good life. Dating, getting jobs, thinking about the future. Women mostly.
But one particular young man was special, he was different then everyone else. Every night before he went to bed he thought about whether he would live to see the next day. He was married to a beautiful twenty-four old. I have long flowing brown hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and a body that any guy would die to get a look at. But I am his and no one elses. His life is not normal. Everyday he dodges bullets, bombs, knives, cars and anything else that you can think of. We are part of a special team called IMF. It means IMPOSSIBLE MISSION FORCE. It is a secret organization and no one knows about it. Our leader Jim Phelps gets messages from somewhere and then reports back to us. We do this about once a month, that's how long it takes to complete a mission.
My name is Kelly Brigid Walsh. Or it used to be, since I married.
His name is Ethan Hunt and he's my husband. We've been married for two years now. I've been part of the team for that long as well. His code name is Hawk and mine is Wolf. We are both predators of evil, always wanting to deliver the bad guys to justice. Which is what we do.
Now we are staying in Paris, France. Tomorrow is when we strike. We are supposed to get a list and deliver it to our president of the IMF.
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