Spy school: The Dream Team

Chapter 1

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I walked out of the gray school building, the cold wind hitting my face as I exited towards the school gates, going to my temporary home. I was aware of my surroundings, but yet, not obvious about it. Their was hundreds of kids exiting the building, but yet, the only danger around me was a suspicious looking black tinted rolls Royce ghost, 120 feet away from me, approximately. I continued through the stony school grounds, until I got to the exit, then walked out, trying to avoid the expensive car on the other side of the road. Unfortunately, my plan did not go as well as I thought, and the black luxury car pulled out of its spot the second I exited the grounds, possibly a coincidence, and possibly not. I pretended not to notice, and continued through the car packed roads of Washington DC. The Rolls Royce continued to tailgate me, until the exit to the highway, which it took.

"Suspicious." I thought aloud, picking up my pace while passing the dirty and dangerous men, either sitting on the side of the road, or in alleyways, chatting in small groups, not that I was scared, but that I didn't want to start anything that would agitate them. After about 10 minutes of walking in the cold brisk air, I can to a halt at my temporary house, a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom house in a relatively safe area, living with no parents or friends, just alone. I noticed the same Rolls Royce parked down the street at the large intersection, trying not to be noticed, but it could easily be spotted considering the retail price of the vehicle, and the way it stood out suspiciously. I got the home key out of my black Nike backpack, then unlocked the door, and walked in, only to be met by a man sitting on my leather couch, dressed in a fair 3 piece suite, and armed with a small M-9 pistol, bulging out of It's holster. I identified the man immediately, Alexander Hale, A higher end CIA spy, with his whole career built from lies.

"Good day Alexander." I said calmly as I took off my winter Jacket, and put it on a hook on the inside of my wooden door. Alexander have a look of surprise, but then quickly covered it up.

"I bet you have a lot of questions, but please only ask one at a time." He said smoothly, not realizing that I already knew what was happening.

"I already know what is happening, your going to recruit me to a spy academy, I already packed, and I have a Pistol armed with me, let me get my luggage, then I'll load it into your car, then let's be off." Alexander gave a look of surprise, and failed to cover it.

"Umm, okay." He said meekly, not able to think of a suave thing to say back to me. I ran up my wooden stairs, then got my pre-packed suitcases full of clothes and entertainment.  I grabbed them off my floor, then hurried out of my room and down the stairs, to be met by Alexander standing at the door, waiting for me patiently, holding a coke which I presumed was from my fridge, I didn't complain though, as that would do me no good.

"Ready?" He asked nicely

"Yep." I replied, then took one last look at the place that kept me shelter for the past few weeks, thanked it quietly, then walked out of the door, ready for what was to come. I walked down the street, Alexander on my tail, trying to match my pace.

"Umm, are you sure you know where the car is?" He asked, practically already knowing the answer.

"Yes, it's a little obvious seeing that it is a two hundred thousand dollar luxury car in the streets of America, pro tip, get a car that nobody would care to look at." I told him, pointing at the expensive car. Alexander winced, then muttered something, ashamed of his poor judgment. I ignored him, and continued to walk to the luxury car, passing houses and dead plants as I went. After about 30 uneventful seconds, I reached the Rolls Royce, Alexander a few paces behind me. I popped open the trunk, which automatically lifted itself, revealing a large amount of space, which I put my bags and suitcases in.

"Ready?" Alexander asked, getting into the drivers seat.

"Yep." I replied, opening the suicide doors, then stepping into the blinding, luxury white interior, with comfortable cushioned seats. Alexander started the car up, and it gave a low grumble as the V-8 engine woke up. He pulled away from his spot, then drove into the packed streets of Washington DC. He continued to drive through the main roads silently, until he took a strange turn that I didn't recognize, but I trusted him to at least get us around. After about a minute of going through the abandoned streets with nothing said, until 3 similar vehicles started tailgating us, then before I knew what was happening, they rained fire on us.

"Enemy's!" Alexander shouted, speeding up the vehicle. I wasn't stupid, I knew this was a test, but I didn't show it. I got out my  pistol, rolled down the window, then simply shot 2 times, accurately hitting both of the first cars wheels, which came to a dead halt, making the other 2 cars slam into each other, resulting in a bad accident, and 3 totaled cars.

"Good job." Alexander said, obviously surprised I did the first part of the test so quickly and easily. After 37 seconds of driving, we pulled up to a boring looking building, which I presumed was the academy. Right then, more enemy gun-fire rained down in us,

"Get inside!" Alexander shouted while taking cover behind the vehicle. I did what was said, and ran into the building, only to be met by someone attacking me from the roof, i immediately dodged the attackers attacks, then pinned the attacker down.

"Good day Erica Hale." I said as I let go of her. Even with her mask on, I could tell she was surprised.

"I know this is a test, so there's no point of continuing it." I told her, hoping she would immediately agree, then end the test. Instead, she gave me a confused look

"This isn't a test." She replied plainly, her acting skills were amazing, but I still wasn't fooled.

"Come on, I'm bored already." I complained, not moving from my spot. Erica took off her mask, then gave me a cold, icy glare, revealing that I was right. She pulled out her communication device, said some muffled words, then fixed her glare back on me

"Nice job figuring it out, you're the first." She said plainly, as if it was the easiest thing ever, which for her, it probably was. A few seconds later, 3 people came into the room, who I immediately identified them as Barnubus Sidebottom, the principle of this place, Cyrus Hale, an amazing spy, and Erica Hale's grandfather, and Ben Ripley, the mastermind of figuring out the enemy's plans.

"Well done on the test, as you figured it out early, we are required to give you an immediate A+ on the test." Barnubus told me, obviously not happy about it

"Well done." Ben said

"Only 2 other people managed to get that score, Erica, and Joshua." Ben informed me, giving me a nice smile.

"But I do have one question for you." Cyrus said

"What is you're name? We never got it in your files."

"Oh, I'm surprised you couldn't tell by now." I said

"My names Bond." I said

"Henry Bond,"

Hi guys, I finally updated! Thank you guys so much for waiting!

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