Spy School: Legends & Legacies

1. F A I L U R E

Hi! Hello! Welcome to Spy School: Legends & Legacies! I really appreciate that you decided to click on this story out of all the other stories on this site! I hope you enjoy your time here.

Updates may be a bit wonky but I promise to update on a semi-regular basis. Monthly or bi-monthly probably. So look out for that.

Another thing. At this point in time I've only read up to Revolution, so I hope you will accept any inconsistencies with any later books as simply an AU or something. This is my first Spy School fic so I hope you'll all be gracious as I figure out this fandom.

Thank you so much and please enjoy the story! :)

1. Failure

The most dangerous mission of my life began with yet another game of paintball.

Well, technically it began with a proper CIA meeting, but the paintball game proved to be thematically appropriate to the story, so I'm including it in my account.

Paintball, while a remarkably normal thing at spy school was definitely something that set us apart from most other schools. That was probably because most schools didn't offer self-preservation classes, while at spy school failing such a class would have earned you an expulsion and a stint in the Witness Protection Program.

This had been made clear within my first week of spy school, so I already knew this the easy way. Right now, I was trying to avoid learning that the hard way.

Unfortunately, I wasn't very good at that. At the moment, I was busy running from away from a hailstorm of blue paintballs. This proved to be quite challenging. Between the paintball gun and my gear, I was carrying a lot of extra weight around. Luckily, I was able to dive into a into a bush right on time to avoid being painted blue.

I heard the gunfire (or paint fire) splatter the shrubbery, then cease. I waited a few seconds, then sighed. Seemed like I was in the clear for now.

"Ben! There you are!" I jumped, startled by the sound of Zoe Zibbel's excitedly high-pitched voice. Zoe was a fellow student in my year at spy school and one of my closest friends. Despite being an extremely skilled spy though, she didn't seem to notice my startle reaction which was alright with me.

Good thing we found you, Ben!" Mike Brezenski, another one of my spy friends. "We just came up with a plan to capture the blue team's flag and we need your help to do it."

"You did? I mean, you do?" Looking to my friends I realized that there were more people than I first saw. Aside from Zoe and Mike, my friends Jawa and Chip had joined us as well. On the one hand, I was glad for that. Jawa and Chip were good spies, acting as the brains and brawns of our team respectively from time to time. They were best friends and though it was a little odd that two people so different could be so close they made sense in their own way and acted as a team.

On the other hand, knowing that all of my other friends had come up with a plan while I'd been busy cowering from our opponents made my feel stupid, useless and out of the loop. It was a good thing Erica wasn't here. Then I probably would've felt very stupid.

Erica Hale was one of the top students, no, the top student at spy school. This came as no surprise. As a descendant of Nathan Hale, she belonged to a long line of legendary spies, including her grandfather, Cyrus Hale and her mother Catherine Hale, who while not related to Nathan Hale by blood, had married into the family through Erica's father, Alexander Hale.