Spy School: Buckingham Mayham.

Operation Tea

I was in the worst place possible.

Students were barley making it past the wall. Most people were hanging on for dear life. Most kids were trying to survive the worst possible place ever.

Gym.

While I was waiting for Zoe and Mike to come up, I got a text from Erica Hale.

Erica is the prettiest girl in the world. She had perfect skin, raven black hair, ice blue eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and the most dangerous girl ever.

But despite all her talent and beauty, there was one thing about her.

She was as cold and distant and Antarctica.

She never talked to anyone, always was scaring off everyone, ate lunch alone, showed her fellow classmates and professors with complete disinterest, and she was so mean, she could scare of all the middle school bullies in the world with just her cold, icy stare.

So getting a text from her was about as shocking as going to New York City and found out that the Empire State Building has disappeared in Upper Manhattan.

Her text read, get your lazy ass in the principals office now. We're waiting."

I did as she said, racing up to the principals office and found Erica, Cathrine and, Alexander, and Cyrus. The principal wasn't there, as he was off doing some errands. So Cyrus sat in the principals chair instead.

"We are recruiting you and a couple of your friends on a mission." He said when I walked in. "You are part of our mission: Operation Tea. Here is the envelope. It has everything you need to know."

I opened the envelope and found a bunch of surveillance photos of the Buckingham Palace. Along with that, there was a picture of a girl with a black hoodie in our school cafeteria.

"Who is she? A target?" I asked.

"No, you pervert." Cyrus said like I was the worlds biggest idiot. "That's Rebecca Pullman, a third year here. She's in your gym class, I think. She's a really talented girl. We put her on the mission because she's also the director of the CIA's niece. So she's really close with her. That's why I put her on this operation."

"Oh. Cool."

"Here is Rebecca. Come on in!" He shouted.

In front of me was the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my life.

She had dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and perfect skin. She was even more prettier that Erica, which was shocking. I first thought Elizabeth was the prettiest, then Erica, but now Rebecca? What's next?

She was by far the opposite of Erica. She had a smile on her face and seemed happy. She greeted us with "Hello! You must be Ben. And I suppose you're Erica?" She pointed to Erica.

"That's me" Erica said in her coldest voice, in her coldest stare, and in her prettiest way.I was gob smacked.

"Well then. I'm Rebecca Pullman. I came here three years ago only because I was the directors niece. I heard she has a twelve year old son, but I never met my cousin. Anywho, nice to meet you all!"

She had such a chipper voice I felt like a animated bluebird would fly on her. She has a southern accent with a bit of... additude? I can't tell.

"My aunt will be coming soon. Have any of all ever met her? She's a wonder. Super nice."

Cyrus said, " No I haven't. No one in the CIA knows the director. Only you, Rebecca." Like she was the worlds biggest idiot. "We don't get to meet him- or her. When we call her, she uses a voice moderator. When we have meetings, she wears a surgical mask and sunglasses with a hodge. With her voice moderator."

"Oh! Well, you're gonna like her. She's ever so sweet."

"I bet so," I said. I can't believe I was gonna meet the director of the CIA. Almost nobody (well, nobody) gets to meet Mr/Ms.C (that's what we call him or her.)

When the door opened, she (yes, it's a she) looked at everyone.

Everyone's eyes got big. Their jaws dropped so low. (Except for Rebecca, who had a biggggg smile.) Even Erica and Cyrus.

"What's so shocking?" I asked.

"Look b-behind you." Erica stuttered. It must be someone really crazy. She never stutters.

I looked behind me.

I was even more shocked then anyone else.

"M-mom?" I said.

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