𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚉 (on hold)

News and Preparation

     "You'll be going on an A ranked mission," My boss said.

     "What?!" I screeched, disbelief coloring my voice in streaks of surprise and wonder. "But why so sudden? And why such a high difficulty level?"

     "Because we can't find any other spy who will be good for the job." Mr. Reynolds explained. Our boss.

     "But we've never gone on a real mission before? It's all just been practice, or essays, or-" I protested, wanting to get an even better reason.

     "It's because no other spy has practiced as long as you, and you have the best brain. Your smarts are unbelievable, your teamwork abilities, especially with your friends, are beyond humane, and you can move quickly and flexibility, both physically and mentally." He confessed. I stood there, mouth open.

     "Woah..." I said. I squared my shoulders, and stood a bit taller, feeling entitled to look my best and most powerful after that speech.

A few minutes and a conversation later, I was escorted out of his office and told that I had a week to get ready.

My friends had already been informed on the matter, they said. At least that was out of the way.

So I made my way to the large dorm like area that my friends and I were supplied with as soon as we had started our work here. We were given a bigger one then most of the other workers here because we preferred to be together. We had lived in the same house for a few years before coming here, so being able to stick together was definitely a big help for our transition from house life to work life.

Upon entering the room, I saw all three of my friends crowded in the living room and connected kitchenette. Two of them were conversing with each other, and one was on their phone. As soon as the door behind me made a loud creak though, my entrance was announced.

     I was immediately pounced on. Shouts of, "We made it in!" and, "I'm so proud!" rang through my ears, my friends bouncing with obvious joy.

     I laughed in happiness as well. "I know, I know!" I cheered, adjusting my position under a pile of enthusiastic young adults to at least attempt to make the wood floor at least a bit more suitable for comfort.

One of our group members, and the love of my life--Amber is her name--swiped at my overgrown bangs to get them out of my face. "Thanks love," She said, a soft smile spreading below the gentle glow of her emerald green eyes. Her dark brown curly hair swished, and her deep brown skin clashed neatly with my peach skin.

"Anytime," I said, giving her a goofy grin of my own.

I felt a heavy weight lifted off of me as another one of our group members got up off of me. "Chill out lovebirds," Chase said, a playful roll of his eyes and a toothy grin settling on his face. His pale skin and light brown hair along with his blue eyes gave him the 'popular high school playboy' kind of look, though he was nothing like that. He had a kind and sarcastic personality, and would choose us over anybody else.

The final member of our group rolled off of the pile of humans and only stopped rolling when she hit a wall. "I had a feeling this would happen," Willa groaned, her long, wavy, blonde hair with pink and red highlights splaying all across the floor. Her unique purple eyes glowed, standing out against her darkish Latina skin. Her perfectly white teeth shined when she grinned, showing us that she only meant it as a harmless joke.

"He said we have a week to get ready guys," I said, slowly getting up off the floor and giving them the news of our time given.

"Then I suppose we should use a week to get ready," Amber grinned, putting her hand on her hip as her way to show that we were going to get things done.

And boy, we got things done.

~~~

Six days later, we were running around the house, yelling at each other, and making last minute adjustments.

"Is this good?!" Willa yelled over to me, holding up a backpack for me to analyze the size to see if it would be large enough for everything that we were going to bring.

"It's good enough!" I yelled back, ignoring the loud noise of Amber and Chase arguing in the next room over.

And so, five minutes--probably hours, but I have to make it sound like we're fast enough to pack well--later, we were ready to leave.

"Are you sure we have everything??" Chase nervously asked, twiddling with his fingers. Amber took my hand and squeezed.

"If we forgot something, then it probably wasn't important," I deadpanned, and Willa groaned.

"If we forgot something and our lives depended on it, then our lives probably weren't important," Willa said, attempting to match my deadpanned tone, but failing miserably when she burst out into laughter.

"Not funny..." Amber and Chase said together, giving both Willa and I dangerous looks.

"Oh well," I said.

"But seriously, do we have everything?" Chase asked.

I pulled a checklist that Mr. Reynolds had given me a few hours after the announcement. "Let's see... Flashlights?"

"Check,"

"Backup food?"

"Check,"

"Water containers?"

"Check,"

"Handheld transceivers?"

"I stand by my claim when I called them Walkie-Talkies," Willa snorts.

I roll my eyes before Chase gives me the answer. "Check,"

I go through a few more items on the list before I reach the end.

"This should go smoothly," Amber says.

"Let's hope so..." I say.

~~~

We all load our things onto the private jet that's taking us to where we need to go for this mission.

We salute to our boss who was seeing that we made it into the jet safely. "Have a safe flight! I wish you all luck on your mission!" He yells up to us, waving his hand.

"Thank you!" We all yell back in symphony. We then step back so the jet door can be closed, and find our way to our seats.

I hope he knew what he was doing when he gave us this job, because I'm not all that sure he made the right choice.

But nonetheless, I'm going to give it my all.