Accidentally Calling Elite Spies

Unwanted Followers

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"Don't drop my phone." My mum warned me, narrowing her eyes at me. "I'm trusting you." 

I took the new phone from her hands, sighing and reassuring her that I'll be careful with it. I accidently broke her phone ten years ago, and she still brings it up to this day. Yes, a whole decade ago...

She left the living room, muttering about how she needed to do grocery shopping. I sat on the L-shaped sofa, and started to put my new number into the dial pad. I smiled in satisfaction as I saved it as 'Lia' with a red heart emoji by it. 

"Amelia!" My mum yelled from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat in horror, when I heard her call my entire name. 

"Yeah?" I shouted back unsurely.

No response. 

"Yes, mum?" I tried again, a little louder.

No response.

"Ugh." I murmured quietly, realising I had to actually go upstairs to her. 

"Don't give me that attitude, Amelia!" She suddenly barked, making me jump. I gaped at a wall in disbelief, how had she heard me from upstairs? I sighed and proceeded to stand up, glancing at the time on her phone.

I was about to lock her phone, when I saw something that caught my eye. I frowned as I took in the contact name that currently took up the screen, had I pressed on the profile by accident? My heart started to race, wondering if this was real. 

The contact name saved was 'Kian - Emergency Number', making me eyes go wide. That was my father's name, my dear father who was currently missing in action (MIA). I exited the profile, looking for any other contact that might be his instead, why had she saved it as emergency number? 

My father was on the front lines of action in the military, a risky job that he loved. I didn't know too much about his post, since he was reluctant to talk about his job. I figured it was because he thought it would worry me, so I didn't press on the subject. 

We had communicated via burner phones, extremely cheap phones that were easily disposable. I had only questioned that form of communication once, to which my mum replied with, "Your father has a lot of enemies who want to get a hold of his location, he is a senior staff in the British Army after all." 

He always called using different numbers, so we never had an actual number designated to him. Mum would send a new number to his department, and they usually gave him the number to call us. He called quite frequently, every fortnight, as we would await his call. 

His last call was three years ago. 

When we learned he was MIA, mum surprisingly took the news just fine. I, however, didn't take it as well. My heart ached at the uncertainty of it all, was he alive or was he dead? After a year, I stopped kidding myself and accepted that he might be dead after all. 

However, my mum's reaction to all this had always made me second guess whether that was true. Maybe she was in denial, but something told me otherwise. 

I clicked back onto the contact profile and stared at the name, could this really be him? I glanced at the actual number, and frowned in disbelief. The number was different, definitely nothing like the normal numbers I've seen. 

Kian - Emergency Number 

249#888#0981

I scoffed at the thought that this 'phone number' would actually work and dial, I got my hopes up for nothing. I sighed, my gaze not leaving the screen, as curiosity churned within me. I stared at the name once more before muttering, "Fuck it."