But there's always an exception to the rule and Amelia was one such exception. She had just turned 14 when her step-father brought her to Quest.Amelia... had been at a private boarding school in Geneva a few weeks earlier and was doing very well academically as well as socially. It was a co-ed school with male and female dorms separated by 30 meters of well-tended lawn and two vicious Dobermans. The School motto, " Chastity and Vigilance " was probably embossed on their dog collars.Amelia needed. “So, our friends want their own spy service...” Eddie said. “Who do we know we can trust?”“Well, there’s Konstantin Argyros-”“He still running that little cafe on Congress Avenue?” Eddie asked.“Yep,” Perry continued. “He’s good for the scoop on State business.”“Could be useful, but hold him in reserve. Besides, he’s generally too busy to take on more work. Who else?”“Pascal’s still in business, don’t know for how long with Homeland crawling up everybody’s butts ... Evan Tosca’s pretty. ‘I was just thinking. Although, yeah..’ I turned back to my reflection. ‘.. I’m spending some time getting used to my face as well. I suppose I’m not that bad looking. It could be worse I guess.’ ‘Lucky you,’ he murmured, gazing at his own reflection. ‘There’s something about your face that’s familiar to me,’ he said, ‘… but I can’t say the same for my own. Waking up and discovering that you’re a rat is a bemusing experience.’ I laughed and he threw a handful of rags onto the river stones. " You go," mum whispers. "As long as at the end of the day, you come backhome!" I'm done with running," I say, sharing a smile with Kayla beforeheading upstairs to unpack and change. My bedroom is just as I left ittwo months ago, right down to the cosmetics that have been left in apile on my dresser. I sigh as I sit down in front of the elaborate,mirrored furniture, before blowing the dust off of the cosmetics andusing them to enhance my face- full silver eye shadow, thick mascara andeyeliner.