Spy school: Burrowed

Crash!

"Cya!" Bree Ripley waved goodbye to her friends: Amanda and Anakin. They were headed to the top secret CIA headquarters, to hand over some important files, from the last mission, in Iraq.

"So where are you headed?" Bree asked. "Or is it "top secret"?"

"It's very top secret," Amanda said with a wink. "For most anyways."

"It's not very top secret," said a cold voice a little to the left of Bree. "The key is literally right in the open."

Bree looked over and saw her twin sister: Brenna Hale. Their moms maiden name was "Hale" and Bren personally liked it better.

Bren gave Amanda a small smile, which she almost never gave to anyone. Bree figured it was because Bren had become very close with Amanda.

"Well, we ought to get going," Anakin said, hoping in the car. It was a black Sudan, the usual spy issued car. "Don't worry, we'll see you later."

Bree waved goodbye, then whipped around to get back to class. She barely got a foot when Bren struck a hand in front of her.

"Uhh-"

"C'mon. We're headed to mom."

Before Bree could say a word, Bren was dragging her across the school. It wasn't very interesting. Bare walls, tiled floor. It was more of a huge bathroom rather than a "spy" school. The only cool thing about the entire school was the principal's office. It wasn't much of a surprise as the principal was an idiot himself. He was quite selfish and only cared about his own office.

"Hey, Bree! Whatcha-oh," Bree looked over her shoulder and saw James, one of her fellow spy mates watching Bren drag her around. "Good luck." He mouthed.

Bree smiled. Then looked at her sister. "Uhh you know I can walk?"

Bren didn't say anything, or acknowledge that Bree was even there. As usual.

They walked, or rather, dragged, all the way across the school to the top office in the Nathan Hale building. Erica, their mom, had an office in the building. It was at the very top, and only had a zillion traps. Of course, Bren knew how to avoid every single one. As well as every 652 cameras in the entire school. Once they arrived, Bren let go, and Bree dropped to the floor. Bren quickly dialed a code and all the traps went away and a silver, metal flooring covered the traps.

"Hi, Mom!" Bree greeted. She didn't expect an answer, and of course she didn't get one.

"Hey, Bree, Bren," Bree saw her Dad, Ben sitting on the desk chair.

"Dad! Where's Mom?"

"Right there," Bren pointed across the room, and Bree saw her mother leaning on a pole right in front of a huge window.

"How did you-"

"Find her? Yeah, maybe you need glasses," Bren smirked.

Rolling her eyes, Bree nodded to her mother. "Did you...need something?"

"No, but you do."

"Huh?"

"There's a potential mole, here at spy school." Erica said.

"You know you're saying that out loud, right?" Bree asked.

"No, because no one can hear us," Bren looked around. "It's soundproof."

Bree shrugged.

"Anyhow, we need to figure out who, ASAP," Bren said, "I've been doing some recon-"

"You have?!" Bree and Ben exclaimed at the same time.

"Well obviously with Mom," Bren rolled her eyes. "But anyhow, we've found some dirt from all the way in Iraq."