Spy School: Meltdown

Chapter One

First things first-there are a few things that need to be understood before you can dive into this story. First of all, this story takes place directly after the official Spy School: At Sea book.
Also, I'm going to be sticking to the original Spy School characters as much as I possibly can, so no need to be worried and/or confused about new characters, there should be little to none (except for the enemy, maybe?)
Enjoy your reading.

Also I hope to be updating fairly well? Each chapter should be out by friday. If not, you have permission to hate me

Washington, DC

4/5/22-1:50 P.M

Cafe De LaRue

RELAXATION

"So how's the Ice Queen?"

I regarded Mike's intrigued gaze warily, for what was probably the twentieth time that day.

We were lounging outside at a cozy outdoor cafe. It was a blustery day for April, though my time at sea had added some resistance to the cold for me. Most of the people that had walked by were bundled from head to toe.

Mike had been pestering me about my newfound relationship with Erica ever since we had gotten back from our latest mission. I had no idea how he had found out, and I was sure if I tried to question him I would get the ever-persevering "I'm a spy. It's my job to know things."

I wasn't even sure where I was in our relationship. Erica tended to be as cold and distant as Antarctica, so I wasn't exactly sure how she would handle something that unnatural for her.

Over the past few days, we had "hung out" for a little bit, but due to the fact that Erica enjoyed hand-to-hand combat more than human contact it had been mostly awkward small talk.

I sighed. "Haven't I told you not to bug me about it?"
Mike groaned in response. "Oh, come on. My best friend has a smoking hot girlfriend. What am I supposed to do, not ask about it?"

I quickly changed the topic before Mike could interrogate me more. "So I heard that the first year's final exams were pretty hard."

MIke gave me a glance that told me our conversation wasn't over. "It wasn't too hard. Self Preservation 101 was actually kind of fun. And, of course, the famous Arms and Weapons accident."

I had even heard about this. Apparently, some first year students had thought that it was a good idea to try to shoot a live grenade with an automatic rifle. The result?

Three lacerations, a blown out eardrum, and unfortunately for Mike, who had been trying to stop them, a large slice down the forearm.

He now bore it proudly like a battle wound.

Across the restaurant, the waiter inside shot me another dirty look, which was understandable due to the fact that Mike and I had been sitting there for around 3 hours.

I yawned. "It's probably time to get out of here."

Mike frowned slightly. In the past three hours, he had chugged down gallons of pink lemonade, using the term "free refills" to its full potential. Which, I realized, was another reason why the waiter probably wanted us gone.

I hurriedly paid, to Mike's chagrin, and exited the restaurant before the waiter sent me another nasty glare.

There was another reason why we we're braving the cold-Visualization 101 finals.

Even Erica had been daunted by this; she had still aced the test but had struggled a bit.

Which meant that normal people, like Mike and I, were screwed.