Chapter 6:

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Erica's POV

The alarms blared throughout the entire CIA. Red lights flashing everywhere. We had practiced this drill multiple times. So everyone knew exactly what to do. Except for the principal. He hadn't attended any of the drills or listened to what he had to do in case this happened. No one had noticed that my dad had activated the alarm, so everyone was lining up and exiting the building. The principal was making a fool of himself by trying to follow what everyone was doing, but obviously failing. He kept freaking out that he was going to be killed and he was trying to convince everyone that he was properly trained to lead the way. He tried to make his way to the front to lead, but no one would let him. Ben, Cyrus, my mom, and I decided to join the line. They had put Agent Nazpuk to make sure that everyone was accounted for, but Cyrus immediately stepped in telling Agent Nazpuk that he would do it since he was going to be checking the interrogation rooms just in case. All of us lined up in the back of the line. And as soon as all the interrogators were accounted for and all the other agents instead of following them we turned around and headed for a door. The only person who could access this door was the Principal(but he probably had forgotten about it). But since I am a spy, I had figured out the code to this, though it wasn't that hard since it was the Principal's birthday. He had used his birthday for most of his passwords, so that was my first guess.

I quickly unlocked the door and ignored the automated voice that said, "Only use emergency exits in case of a fire. Only use emergency exits in case of a fire."

Cyrus started to lead the way down the stairs. After that went Catharine. I stayed in the back talking to Ben.

"Where's Alexander?" Ben asked.

"He went down with the rest of the group. I figured he wouldn't be much help on this mission anyway so I told him that he should go with the group to not cause suspicion."

"Erica," Ben started as he ran down the stairs. "Don't you ever think your dad might like to spend at least a little bit of time with you? It always seems like you and your dad aren't very close. But he seems to want to spend some time with you. After all, you are his daughter. And he is your dad."

"You know exactly why my father and I aren't close. And he might think that I have forgiven him, but what he did is something that I'll never get over."

Ben's POV

I know that this might seem rude of Erica, but I know why Erica and her father aren't very close. One time Alexander had accidentally destroyed very important files. Then later when he went to tell the CIA he had blamed that Erica had been the one that destroyed the files, not him. After that Erica was given a black mark on her record, so her chances of becoming a real agent were very small. Erica had grown very mad and distant from her father. And I wouldn't blame her. I mean Alexander did blame his own daughter and ruined most of her future just so he could have a good reputation. But then again Erica is still his daughter and I know that Alexander does care about her. Alexander did end up telling the CIA what had happened and Erica's black mark was erased. But Erica never really forgave her father. 

I spoke up again, "But-" Erica cut me off.

"No Ben, we are done with this conversation. Right now I don't have time for my personal life. We need to focus on the mission and the mission only." 

I kept running down the stairs behind Erica trying to get to the exit as fast as possible. Catherine and Cyrus had seemed to have gotten to the exit, so Erica and I ran towards it. I was surprised by what we had come to. It was a long hallway.  Dimly lit. The walls were lined with doors. 

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is a hallway that was built a long time ago. I think it's forgotten by now. But this is where people kept all information for missions and stuff like that. Each door represents different things. Like that door over there represents Operation Gliding Hawk."

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